Chapter 721 The Return of the Gods 5
She is Meng Changxi, but not Meng Changxi.
So she had a face exactly like Meng Changxi's, but she knew many things that Meng Changxi could never learn.
Shen Lang's heart was filled with turbulent waves. The continuous news was like thunder, which made his mind go blank.
He had many questions that he didn't understand and wanted to ask her, but as he stared at the body disappearing under his chest, he lowered his eyes and asked the question that concerned him the most.
"May I have your name?"
Your real name.
The woman curled her lips and smiled, her face radiant and bright:
"Quanjiu."
"Power is the power that dominates the world, and wine is the wine that brings joy."
"Power wine..."
Shen Lang whispered softly, repeating her name carefully.
A thin smile appeared in his eyes, and the smile was like the flowers all over the mountains in spring, quickly covering the entire hill. Just as it spread to the deepest part of his eyes, Quan Jiu saw a flash of blue light, and the tall man completely disappeared from the spot.
“Wine…”
………
"Pull out the cover of her little finger, too."
Just as Quan Jiu regained consciousness, a cold and faint female voice came from above his head.
Instinctively, she pulled her arms toward her chest as she opened her eyes.
"Huh?"
The torturer seemed to have seen something new.
"Empress Dowager, how dare this little bitch hide?"
Quan Jiu was completely bewildered by these words. Her body felt like it was burning inside and out, and her consciousness became hazy. She felt like she had been stuffed into a washing machine for three days and three nights, her limbs torn apart and then reassembled, especially her ten fingers. Each one felt like it had been scorched by flames, and the pain was piercing her heart.
Quan Jiu had a bad feeling in his heart.
"001?"
The air was quiet and no sound could be heard.
Quan Jiu's heart sank.
really.
The moment her pain was not blocked, she predicted that something was wrong.
The connection with the system had not yet been severed. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you still there?"
"……exist."
The temporary system spoke softly with the same mechanical voice as always.
Quan Jiu exhaled slowly to ease the pain in his body:
"Where's 001?"
The system was a little frustrated: "I can't contact Master 001."
It takes permission to activate pain shielding. Without 001's approval, it has no way to act on its own. But Lord 001 seems to have disappeared out of thin air. No matter how many times it sends a message, it will fall on deaf ears.
"You can still move, Madam Liang. You haven't used your hand for a long time. It seems that your hand is numb."
The woman sitting in the hall was about forty years old. She wore a dragon and phoenix emerald jade crown on her head, a black and brown embroidered robe with intricate and thick patterns on the collar, and a belt of the same color around her waist. She looked at the bloody woman lying on the ground with a loving face.
Nanny Liang had a cold and ruthless expression on her face. She picked up the pliers with one hand and grabbed Quan Jiu's right hand with the other. With a flick of her wrist, the thin, blood-stained fingernail flew out.
Quan gritted his teeth while drinking, raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes were cold and dark.
"Hmm...still so stubborn."
The woman in the main seat walked down the steps and slowly squatted beside Quan Jiu. The hairpins on her head made crisp clinking sounds as she moved. The woman lifted Quan Jiu's chin with her little finger with long nails, forcing her to look at her face.
"Chen Luan, after being a saint for ten years, have you forgotten your original surname?"
Her eyes were smiling and her tone was gentle, but Quan Jiu inexplicably felt as if a snake was spitting red leaves at her.
Quan Jiu lowered his eyes, and with his dry throat he managed to squeeze out a voice:
“…I haven’t forgotten.”
His throat seemed to have been burned, and it became extremely hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. The root of his tongue was burning with pain, and the sound of his voice was like an old organ, harsh, dry and unpleasant.
"I'm glad you didn't forget."
There was a loving look in the woman's eyes. She raised her hand and gently touched her head with a doting gesture, as if she was touching a dying dog.
"You are my most beloved child. I don't want to take action against you unless it's absolutely necessary. It's just that those people in the temple are too good at deceiving people. If I don't do this, you won't learn your lesson."
Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The woman stroked her head again and again, as if a mother was pampering her child.
"Chen Luan, can you forgive me for being forced to do so?"
Quan Jiu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the devastating hatred in his eyes.
"able."
"Good boy."
The middle-aged woman's tone became gentler, and she looked at her with watery eyes. She grabbed Quan Jiu's right hand and placed it in her palm, accidentally touching her fingers that were condensed with flesh and blood. Quan Jiu's fingertips trembled slightly, and she wanted to retract them, but the woman held her hand tightly.
"Can I still attend the parade in three days?"
Quan Jiu didn't move, as if he was numb: "Yes."
"You are truly my good child... Someone, take the Saint back to the temple."
………
Quan Jiu looked at the person in the mirror. The woman had skin as white as cream, cold eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of small and plump red lips under her delicate and exquisite nose.
In the blurry bronze mirror, the woman's stunning beauty vaguely appeared.
"Saint, this is the medicine the Queen Mother sent you."
The servant placed the pills on the tray next to Quan Jiu's hand.
Quan Jiu: “Yeah.”
All the wounds on her body were bandaged by the imperial physician. It was during the bandaging that she realized how badly she had been tortured beyond recognition.
The nails of all ten fingers had been pulled out because they had been soaked in salt water for too long, causing the fingertips to turn white and the skin to become wrinkled.
His body was covered with needle holes, boiling water was poured into his mouth, and his kneecaps felt bone-chillingly cold from being soaked in the water dungeon for too long.
An ordinary person would have died long ago, but with her powerful recovery ability, her bloody wounds would grow back in less than a day, and then the punishment would start all over again...
The sound transmission stone in his arms emitted a flickering blue light, which looked extremely abrupt in the dim hall.
Quan Jiu's mind moved, and a huge illusory projection suddenly appeared in the huge palace.
She nodded slightly: "Master."
The old man in the picture is wearing a white robe, with white hair and a pale face. He rides a white crane and wanders in the clouds, looking like an immortal.
Seeing Quan Jiu's pale face, he frowned:
"Luan'er, are you sick?"
Quan Jiu remained calm and said, "Something went wrong while I was practicing just now."
“Nonsense!”
The old man's face darkened and his white beard trembled.
"In the path of cultivating immortality, the most taboo is to rush for success. You are already the most gifted saint in the Cang Qiong Continent, so why rush for anything?!!"
"Disciple knows his mistake." Quan Jiu lowered his eyes.
The world the original body lived in was very strange.
There are ordinary people from the feudal dynasty and immortal cultivators from the temple. Going further up, it is said that there are immortal gods, but the gods are too noble, and only high-ranking figures in the temple have the opportunity to meet them.
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