Chapter 52 Why is Ziyuan Ziyuan?
Today is the 27th day of the 12th lunar month, and the New Year will be in three days. Therefore, Guicheng has been extremely lively these days, and the streets are full of joy.
But Luo Quanci is not happy now.
A few days ago, he took in a new woman, who was cool and elegant, with a stunning appearance, and very much to his liking.
He thought that he would have a very comfortable and happy year, but who would have thought that he had just had this girl deflowered the day before, and before he had done much to her, she felt extremely humiliated and bit her tongue while she was on guard.
When she was found, she was already dead.
Luo Quanci was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He used all kinds of tricks on the night watchman but it did not relieve the frustration in his heart.
It’s no wonder he feels so painful.
This woman is the daughter of the current emperor's uncle, the Prince of Qi, and a true royal relative.
Half a year ago, the King of Qi was demoted back to his fiefdom by the Queen Mother because he opposed her taking power. Who knew that the King of Qi obeyed the order on the surface, but secretly harbored evil intentions. A month ago, when the Queen Mother went to Baishan Temple to pray for the country, he took the opportunity to assassinate her. After the plan was exposed, the Queen Mother was furious and beheaded all the male members of the Qi Mansion in public, and all the female members were made military prostitutes.
This girl was kidnapped by a human trafficker who specialized in this kind of thing. He faked her death and then sold her to him. The gold and silver he spent was equivalent to the revenue earned by Kelai'an National for three years. If his father knew about this, he would definitely scold him to death!
Therefore, after torturing the night watchman half to death, he peeled off the woman's skin with his own hands before his anger subsided a little.
Fortunately, the girl only bit her tongue and did not hurt her skin. He slept soundly these past few days covering himself with her.
If not, he would have had a hysterical attack and was extremely anxious, and would definitely not be able to sit in the sedan chair and pretend to be the gentleman he is.
Luo Quanci had a good appearance and he rode on a sedan chair through the streets, receiving many fruits and vegetables thrown by women along the way.
He picked one up, looked at the woman looking at him with affectionate eyes, and took an ambiguous bite, which caused another low cry from the audience.
"Isn't it just that he's rich? Why are you showing off? He's over 30 and still hasn't married. He's either gay or not."
A voice came from below. The voice was not loud, but Luo Quanci had excellent hearing and he heard every word.
His body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes seemed dead.
When he was a child, he was playing hide-and-seek with his playmates. He hid in the kitchen alone and accidentally knocked over a pot of boiling oil. The hot oil poured all over his lower body, and even his legs were covered with flesh.
It was a miracle that he survived, not to mention the bed.
His penis had become a piece of dry and dead skin. Even for daily defecation and urination, his father had to ask for magic medicine to make it possible for him to have normal bowel movements, let alone marrying and having children to carry on the family line.
His body began to tremble. He closed his eyes and endured for a moment. He raised his hand slightly, and a lightly dressed man came over. He made a gesture, and the man nodded slightly and disappeared into the street.
During the rest of the journey, the air around him was extremely depressing, especially after seeing a couple of men and women, he hunched over uncontrollably and seemed to be twitching.
An old servant beside him noticed something was wrong and started to persuade him, "Young Master, please go back to the mansion. The man who just spoke so freely should have been arrested and brought into the mansion. You can punish him as you wish."
Luo Quanci ignored him and just looked gloomily at the man and woman who were flirting and laughing.
"Master, have you forgotten what the master said?"
Luo Quanci was stunned and came to his senses.
Yes, we can’t make a big deal out of it.
He is Ke Lai'an's young master, and no matter how crazy he is, he has to consider Ke Lai'an's face.
So he raised his hand and went back home.
But when the sedan chair turned, he saw the man who had just stepped into Kelian a hundred meters ahead.
After being stunned for a moment, he fell into great excitement. His eyes opened wide, his pupils were shining, his body was shaking, and he even began to breathe violently.
When the old slave thought he was going to have a seizure and was about to put him to sleep, Luo Quanci suddenly grabbed the old slave's hand:
"Go to Ke Lai An!"
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The food we just ordered was served quickly, but Xiao Hei was still hesitant to pick up his chopsticks.
He has never had much desire for food, and sometimes watching Xingxing eat would pique his appetite.
After sitting like this for a long time, he finally picked up his chopsticks, picked up a dish that he always thought was delicious and put it into his mouth.
It has no taste.
Why does it taste so good when I eat with her?
At first, when she dragged him to the street to look for food, he had his usual disappointing attitude.
But she never tired of picking up food and feeding him.
"Try this! It's delicious!"
"Oh my god! What kind of delicacy is this?! Is it something that a mediocre person like me can eat? Come on! Quick! Open your mouth!"
"Open your mouth, don't force me to do anything!"
"Then let's play rock-paper-scissors. If I win, you get to eat."
"One bite, just one bite, this is really delicious, hahaha, it's so spicy that it'll kill you."
…
He wants to see her.
I really want to see you.
Now, immediately.
I want to see you so badly.
Even if it's secretly, it's fine.
Just like the several times before, hiding in the dark and watching her silently,
That's fine.
He put down his chopsticks and stood up to leave when a folding fan touched the table.
A man sat down across from him leisurely. His gaze seemed to be licking his face, but upon closer inspection, he was very polite. He just smiled and said, "How is it? Is it not to your taste? Come here——"
Xiao Hei did not answer, nor did he intend to pay any attention to this person. He stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by an old slave.
The man spoke again, "I'm being rude. I'm Luo Quanci, the young master of Kelai'an. These dishes are all my specialties. Why are you leaving without trying a single bite?"
Xiao Hei didn't even look at him, but just raised his eyelids slightly, and the old slave who tried to stop him was knocked back by a force of gravity, passing over several tables and chairs, and crashing into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Then he ignored everyone's exclamations and walked out of the store.
Luo Quanci, who was standing still, opened his eyes even wider, his eyes full of surprise. He clapped his hands and said, "He's actually a cultivator! Haha! Haha! This is really fun!"
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Xiao Hei didn't feel strange at all when he was blocked in the mountains. Ever since he started consuming monsters, he could always easily detect the filth and dirt in human nature.
But now he was anxious to see the stars, and he felt extremely annoyed.
This man was smelly and extremely filthy. Even though he was a hundred meters away from him, he was still disgusted and almost vomited.
If he hadn't been in a busy city, this man would have been burned to ashes along with his soul.
But now, Xiao Hei was unusually surprised when he saw the wandering cultivators, demonic beasts, and... monsters surrounding him.
He suddenly remembered what Xingxing had said before:
Money makes the world go round.
Now it seems that it can not only make ghosts push the mill, but also make monks and monsters share the same hatred and stand side by side.
Luo Quanci sat upright on the sedan chair behind the monster, his eyes filled with greed as if he had discovered a treasure. "Beauty, why haven't you returned home so late? Don't you have a place to stay? If you don't have a place to stay tonight, would you like to come to my house?"
Killing intent flashed in Xiao Hei's eyes, but he also smiled: "What if I don't go?"
"My beauty, why bother to refuse my toast?" Luo Quanci leaned forward. "I see you really like golden bells. With all due respect, the bell you wear isn't particularly good. So, if you follow me, I'll give you a cart of pure gold bells. How about that?"
He leaned forward, his body emitting the stench of death. Even after washing several times, he still couldn't get rid of the sticky and rotten smell.
How could such a filthy person have the right to say that the golden bell given to him by the stars was of poor quality?
Ha ha.
The flames suddenly appeared and rushed towards Luo Quanci, but were extinguished by a monk who raised his hand.
The battle is about to break out, with monsters, monks, and demons all coming.
Xiao Hei also flew into the air to fight.
Luo Quanci shouted, "Don't hurt his face!"
All kinds of magic spells were crisscrossing in the air, and the roars of monsters and beasts filled the silent mountains.
Several of these nameless cultivators are actually at the level of Divine Transformation, their monsters are all of superior quality, and their demons are also of high level.
They are well-trained, cooperate well, and fight in an orderly manner.
For a moment, Xiao Hei felt a little tired.
After he got used to it, he found the right moment and burned the monster, which was one of the main fighting forces. The monster screamed in the fire but could not avoid it. It rolled around but could not reduce the firepower at all. After a while, it lost its arrogance and was quickly burned to ashes.
He had no intention of absorbing it, but when he stretched out his palm to cast a spell to attack another monster, a powerful force surged out of his body and stretched his hand straight towards the high-level monster.
The monster then turned into a puff of black smoke and drilled into his palm.
His head felt like it was going to explode, and the pain was so severe that he almost fainted.
His vision sometimes turned black, sometimes red, and everything around him seemed to be spinning. The memories of that high-level monster pierced his brain membrane like a sharp arrow.
Many images were forced into his mind, some of his own and some of monsters. He covered his head and couldn't find the place to land. Then he felt a pain at the back of his head and passed out.
When he woke up again, he was already in a secret room, his hands and feet were tied, his vision was blocked, and he could only smell the sticky smell of blood and the damp stench of decay.
When he tried to mobilize his magic, he found that the spiritual energy in his body was blocked and he couldn't muster even a little bit of strength.
He must have been drugged.
Suddenly, a low gasp sounded in his ear. Although his spiritual power was sealed, his facial features were still sensitive, so he turned his head slightly to avoid the tongue that was about to lick his ear.
The person next to him paused for a moment, then roughly grabbed his hair, stretched his neck, and took his entire ear into his mouth.
The stench spread, and the man's turbid and rough breath sprayed on the back of his neck. The fishy and rotten smell penetrated his nostrils, making him almost vomit.
His scalp was numb, his heart was aching, his veins were bulging, and the blood was rushing through his body as if it was going to tear him apart.
He was nearly torn apart.
He stretched out his fingernails and tried to capture the man, but his limbs and body were firmly stuck to the wood. The rope had already tightened around his skin and flesh, but he still couldn't break free.
His ears were being teased and licked by the smelly tongue, and the ropes were tightly tied around his body.
It was in this extreme anger and despair.
The images that always flashed through Xiao Hei's mind quickly but could not be touched gradually became clearer.
"Graceful as a startled swan, like a flying dragon, as glorious as the autumn chrysanthemum, as luxuriant as the spring pine. From now on, you will be called Chunsong."
"What? Want to leave? Haha, Chunsong, what are you dreaming of?"
"You treat your face like this just to reject me. What do you think I see in you?"
"Come here, peel off his skin and throw him in the street. Chunsong, how can I let you take away something I like?"
His struggles became less intense, and despite his splitting headache, his thoughts became clearer.
"Monster! Catch the monster!"
"You are gifted. Are you willing to follow me back to the mountain and become my disciple?"
"My disciple, I have tested every part of your body and found that the elixir made from your eyes is indeed of the highest quality. Don't worry, don't be afraid. When I become an immortal, I will definitely repay your kindness."
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ha
Hahaha
I see.
Ha ha ha ha
Because he was in a hurry to repair the bell that day, he did not go to meet the demon messenger. He never thought that today he would get the memory that he no longer cared about.
Hahahaha
He is indeed a demon.
No wonder.
No wonder he was rejected by the stars...
No wonder he was abandoned so easily.
It turns out he doesn't deserve it.
Hahahahahahaha
That suffocating scene, that unbearable memory.
No wonder,
No wonder Xingxing always remains silent whenever she mentions his memories?
"What's happened is done. No matter when you remember it, you can't let it affect your future life."
Hahahahahahahaha!
The past is the past? ?
His ears were being pampered by a man with his extremely smelly mouth.
You said it's over?
What is the difference between him being tied up now and him being imprisoned in a cage?
Hahahahahahaha!!
"If you know something, and you can't figure it out, you must tell me. Don't keep it to yourself."
I understand!
I remember!
But now, where are you?
Where are you? ! !
Where are you who speaks so eloquently?
Why did you abandon me? Why did you leave me to endure this alone?
Why did all those unprovoked disasters, humiliations and ridiculous things happen to him alone?
Why didn't anyone save him from the fire?
Why is he Wei Yuan?!
He thought he had gone crazy, blood was flowing from his eyes, and the tearing feeling in his brain and the pain in his body actually gave him a sense of pleasure.
As if noticing his struggles were fading, Luo Quanci stopped sucking his ear and said with a lewd smile, "Stop struggling? Do you feel comfortable now?"
Just as he was about to reach down, his peripheral vision caught sight of the bloodstain on Xiao Hei's arm, and he said with regret, "Oh, it's a pity that you scratched such a beautiful skin. What a pity."
After saying that, he actually stretched out his tongue to lick the blood flowing out of Xiao Hei, no, the blood flowing out of Yuan Yuan's wound.
When he was about to touch it, Luo Quanci's body was suddenly pushed against the wall of the secret room by an invisible force. He felt a pain in his chest and blood immediately flowed out of his mouth.
Luo Quanci endured the severe pain and looked at the beautiful woman who was tied up tightly. Even though he was just a mortal with no spiritual energy, he could still sense the murderous energy surging around her.
He was terrified and was about to call for help when suddenly a mass of black gas appeared in the air. The black gas was like countless conscious centipedes, twisting and rolling, and drilling into his seven orifices. His eyes were wide open, his whole body was twitching, and he was almost suffocated!
The immortal rope broke instantly, and the black cloth on the eyes of the demon was burned away by the black air. His bloodshot eyes looked at Luo Quanci, empty and lifeless, but with a charming smile:
"Come on, choose a way to die."
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