It was pitch dark inside the hall. After closing the door, no light spread into the hall through the airtight windows.
The gloomy and cold atmosphere makes people's hair stand on end.
Fang Yu took off the bamboo hat and put it aside, revealing that face, which was called the face of emptiness.
His face was expressionless and unsmiling, and his expression was as cold and scary as frost.
Fang Yu was walking forward slowly. He walked around the screen and stood in front of a wall.
The white wall is made of bricks, and I don't know which master painted the bloody setting sun. The setting sun in the sky, the setting sun is like blood, and the faint afterglow is like dripping bloody wind and murderous rain.
Under the setting sun, in the desolate desert, two figures, one tall and one short, stood, and the breeze came.
Fang Yu raised his hand and tapped the setting sun lightly with his fingertips.
The white wall made a sensation, but the painting actually solidified into reality.
Fang Yu walked into the painting, and the bloody light of the setting sun covered him densely.
However, both figures in the painting disappeared, leaving only one person sitting in the blood clouds of the setting sun, overlooking the world.
"God Lord." Fang Yu lowered his head piously.
"Receive your own punishment." The man above the sky said calmly.
His voice is magnetic, you can't tell his age, but it is full of energy and momentum.
"Yes. Give me another three months to calm Bi Tong's emotions, and I can kill Ye Qingge." Fang Yu said.
"Yeah." The Lord God's voice became more and more distant.
As the long tail tone fell, the blood in the sky gathered together and turned into a dragon with scarlet scales.
The dragon's breath bursts are like violent winds and rain that can shatter thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The red dragon opens its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp and white teeth, and roars, which is enough to shock the soul of a cultivator.
The red dragon swooped down at extremely fast speed and swallowed Fang Yu in one gulp.
The scales all over the red dragon's body broke away from the body in an instant, and were as sharp as a sword. Suddenly, in the next moment, all the sharp scales penetrated Bang Long's body, and at the same time penetrated the prison of Bang Long's abdomen.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
…
Low roars and screams resounded throughout the world.
The sound continues.
Fang Yu was in a scarlet world. Hundreds of blood holes appeared on his body, and blood flowed out along those holes.
At the foot of Fang Prison was a river of blood, and the thick water reached up to his waist.
The disgusting and stinking smell made Fang Yu frown.
In the blood river, as harsh sounds sounded, countless blood ants crawled out, climbed up Fang Yu's body, and got into the wound.
ah!
Fang Yu's body trembled violently, and he struggled to get out, but the red dragon's body was as solid as gold, extremely hard, like an iron prison, and there was no way to escape.
There is no way out in all directions.
After three whole days and three nights of punishment, the red dragon spit out Fang Yu in disgust.
Fang Yu was lying on a pile of blood in a miserable state.
"Fang Yu, this kind of thing will never happen again. This time, the God Lord has forgiven you extraordinarily." Red Dragon's voice was clear.
"Thank you Lord for your kindness." Fang Yu stood up tremblingly and knelt in the blood.
The red dragon nodded, flew into the sky, suddenly bloomed like fireworks, and its body exploded into red light on the painting.
The beautiful scenery in the picture has been restored to its original state.
Fang Yu walked out of the painting and endured the pain in the medicinal bath of the gilded palace for a long time.
Fang Yu packed up, put on new clothes, and walked out of the gilded palace.
The northernmost palace in the divine domain.
Fang Yu pushed the door open and saw Yan Bingtong sitting huddled in the corner.
At this time, Yan Bingtong had the dirt on her body washed away by the maid and put on a plain green dress.
Yan Bingtong is nearly forty years old and still has a beautiful face.
It is a pity that Yan Bingtong no longer has the original grace, vitality, agility and clarity. Her eyes are extremely gray.
Like a desperate man who is about to die in despair.
Suddenly, Fang Yu felt tired.
The wounds on his body were wrapped with white soft cloth many times and sprinkled with a special medicinal powder made by God's Domain so that the smell of blood would not penetrate.
But then he thought about it, and Fang Yu suddenly smiled bitterly and mockingly.
Why should he bother to hide it? Anyway... Yan Bingtong won't care about him.
In Yan Bingtong's eyes, Ye Jingfeng and Ye Qingge have always been the only ones.
Who is he?
Fang Yu frowned when he saw Yan Bingtong's bare feet on the cold ground. He came quickly and picked up Yan Bingtong.
Yan Bingtong waved her limbs and struggled like crazy. Fang Yu's eyes grew colder and his voice was slightly unhappy, "I can make Ye Qingge live and I can make her die. Don't force me."
Yan Bingtong's struggling movements became smaller and smaller.
"You dare to hurt my son, I will never let you go." Yan Bingtong thought of something, her eyes were blood red, and she clasped Fang Yu's neck hard with both hands.
When Yan Bingtong was angry, his movements were a little too big, causing Fang Yu's wound to be pulled.
Fang Yu took a breath of air and frowned.
When he saw Yan Bingtong glaring at him like a sea of blood and hatred, Fang Yu closed his eyes, hugged Yan Bingtong lightly, and allowed Yan Bingtong to pinch him and hit him...
Yan Bingtong's hands were weak and she hurt herself instead.
Fang Yu gently held Yan Bingtong's hand, his eyes filled with distress, "If you want to do something, tell me, why do you have to do it yourself?"
Fang Yu took out the cold gel and applied it to Yan Bingtong's fingertips.
He put Yan Bingtong down, stood up, took out a chain and gripped his neck, and continued to use force.
"Does this relieve the anger?" Fang Yu looked at Yan Bingtong complicatedly, his neck was dark red from the chains, and there seemed to be blood seeping out.
Seeing that Yan Bingtong didn't speak, Fang Yu increased his strength again, and the chain seemed to be about to break his neck.
"Are you still angry?" Fang Yu asked.
Yan Bingtong felt soft-hearted for a moment, but when she closed her eyes, it was the scene of Qing Ge being tortured.
Her daughter was so helpless and in so much pain, and it was Fang Yu who caused all of this. Even if Fang Yu was torn into pieces, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Yan Bingtong turned her head away and said, "You go out, I don't want to see you again. It doesn't matter, if something happens to Ge'er, I, the mother, can only go to hell to accompany her."
Fang Yu's heart tightened and his eyes were filled with anger.
Yan Bingtong knew that she was Fang Yu's weakness, so she pointed the knife at herself.
Blue pupils——
You are so cruel——
Fang Yu took off his chains and walked out with heavy steps.
After walking out of the hall and closing the door, Fang Yu fainted with a bang.
In the hall, Yan Bingtong was nestled on the bed, clutching her sleeves, and her mind was filled with soft songs.
If before, she could still contain her longing, but now, she just wants to hug and sing softly again.
Ge'er has grown up and has never eaten the food she cooked or worn the clothes she made.
Yan Bingtong lowered his head in despair.
The hatred for emptiness is even stronger.
This devilish man restrained her in the name of love.
Let her live in darkness for twenty years. She has long lost herself, her soul has died long ago, and she is just a shell.