Mu Xue stood there in a daze, and the surrounding scenery changed again. In the gorgeous courtyard, in front of her eyes was a fat man whose face could not be seen clearly. The man held up the lantern mirage he had just made and hugged her.

The charming concubine laughed loudly, "Okay, very good, you are indeed my most outstanding disciple."

Mu Xue tried hard to see the face of the person in front of her, but no matter what, she could only see distorted and hazy facial features.

"Make me ten, no, fifty of them right away. You have to be quick, I'll give them away in a hurry." The man's plump mouth kept opening and closing, "What? Are you sick? You have to give them to me even if you die.

Make it first. Did I raise you to this age in vain? You are an ungrateful fellow."

"No." Mu Xue said.

"What? Do you dare to disobey the teacher's order?"

"No, you are no longer my master." Mu Xue looked at the man, "My master is not like you."

Her master, dressed in green clothes, sat beside her bed, diagnosed her illness and administered medicine. He touched her forehead and whispered softly: "Rest when you are sick. There is no need to rush."

Her senior brother protected her behind him and picked the snow-topped flowers for her.

Her senior sister brought the food and said, "Ah, Xiaoxue, open your mouth."

Mu Xue looked at the blurry man in front of her, closed her eyes and concentrated. A thin fire dragon appeared and circled around her. The Lilong True Fire broke through the realm of impermanence, and the world in front of her eyes was like a page that had been ignited with a hole.

paper, the flames gnawed along the edge of the hole, growing bigger and bigger, and finally swallowed up the phantom paper that covered the mind.

"Huh? Someone broke through the realm of delusion so quickly?" The man on the top of the tower sat upright, "He is still such a small baby?"

His cold and penetrating narrow eyes flashed with a pale golden luster, and he looked down from a high place, "Oh, it turns out that he is not just a living soul, but a guy between yin and yang, who has exploited the loopholes in the world."

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Cen Qianshan opened his eyes and found himself in a noisy and extravagant banquet.

There are colorful lanterns suspended under the eaves, several expensive puppets shuttle back and forth carrying food, and moving music flows from the exquisite magical instruments.

At the banquet, the guests and hosts mingled and drank, the food was exquisite and gorgeous, and the beautiful concubines and demon boys were waiting on them.

"How is it? Shopkeeper Liu, how is my adopted son doing?" Cen Qianshan's adopted father sat crookedly on the throne, pointed at him and said with a smile.

And he was holding a glass cup filled with red wine, kneeling respectfully in front of the distinguished guest, not daring to raise his head.

The woman stretched out her cold fingers to lift his chin, "She is really stunning. When she grows up, she can be given to my son as a concubine in the side house. It will also be a good opportunity for our two families to get married."

Her fingers were cold and wet, and when they slid over her skin, they were like cold snakes crawling over it.

Cen Qianshan couldn't help but want to dodge, but accidentally knocked the valuable glass wine cup in his hand to the ground.

The bright red wine flowed from the broken glass pieces onto the carpet.

The banquet was silent, and his adoptive father's face was shaking with anger. He didn't have to look up to see the anger.

After the guests had dispersed, he was stripped of his clothes and tied to a torture stool in the courtyard. All the adopted sons and daughters in the family were ordered to come and watch the execution.

Every crack of the whip that breaks through the air brings the pain of tearing the body and breaking the bones.

The skin was exposed to the cold air, and the pain and embarrassment were all displayed in front of those mocking eyes.

In the humiliation of being watched by countless people laughing, I passed out several times and was brutally awakened again.

There was a puddle of melted snow on the dirty ground in front of me.

Cen Qianshan, who was helpless and paralyzed on the torture bench, stared blankly at the dark water.

The face of his adoptive father was reflected on the water. In the dirty reflection, the man whom he called father had no anger or hatred, but a secret smile, squinting his eyes and licking

Licking his lips, enjoying the torture with satisfaction.

Cen Qianshan closed his eyes, and with his bloody hands, he made a cross representing death on the hazy word "father" in his heart.

"As expected, it was you, you killed me." A sharp roar suddenly sounded.

All the children watching around him disappeared. The adoptive father stepped over the water and strode over. At some point, his left eye was penetrated by a sharp object from the back of his head. His skin was pale and his face was hideous. He was a person who had died long ago.

His skeletal fingers grabbed Cen Qianshan's hair, lifted him up from the torture bench, and threw him to the ground, roaring: "I am your foster father! You devil who has no regard for human ethics, you have done such evil things,

Don't even think about having a good life, you are doomed to sink into hell for the rest of your life and be cast aside by millions of people."

Cen Qianshan raised his body from the ground, and blood and mud flowed on his bare skin, making him very dirty.

But he laughed loudly, "Children raised by the devil are destined to be born as devils. Even if I fall into purgatory and remain unclean all my life, I will not let people like you go."

The roars and overwhelming lashings disappeared.

Cen Qianshan opened his eyes wide. The water beach on the ground became calm again, and a red dress was reflected in the water.

The slim figure in a red dress held a flexible ruler with her slender white fingers and tapped it lightly on the palm of her other hand.

"It turns out that Xiao Shan lied to me and did such a bad thing. How should master punish you?"
Chapter completed!