He didn't know that behind the small Tiannan Sect, there was a behemoth like the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance secretly supporting him.
In this way, Du Yicui is also a pawn in the hands of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
It's no wonder that three years ago, in the Valley of Chaos, the ghost king's heart in his body was crushed to pieces by Balian's palm, and the army of 300,000 ghouls went crazy and lost control.
At the critical moment, under the strong desire to survive, instead of protecting himself, Yingxiu made a prompt decision and chose to burn himself with Yin thunder, cutting off his breath. In essence, he is not a human creature, and his body is not an ordinary flesh and blood body.
Lei burned his body and almost died.
Naturally, the ghouls could not feel the food smell of living creatures on him, and all the ghosts trampled on him, so Yingxiu finally had to live quietly in the mud that no one knew about.
Even Bailiyu, who left, never noticed that the initiator of the ghoul disaster was still alive.
However, although Ying Xiu survived the deprivation of food by those three hundred thousand ghouls, his vitality was almost lost and he was dying in the Chaotic Valley of Death.
Like an insect trapped in a net, without the strength to struggle for survival, he could only watch the burned skin on his body fester, peel off, and become rancid.
In that icy mud, Ying Xiu's consciousness was clear, but his body was completely unable to move. Nothing could be more tormenting and devastating than this.
Until later, when Ying Xiu could not resist the cruel process of waiting for death alone, and chose to drown in the wet mud, Du Yicui appeared.
A small Kaiyuan Realm woman unexpectedly appeared in the Chaotic Valley and took a dying man like him out of the valley unharmed.
He was also placed in such a remote place near Zhongyou, and used priceless medicinal materials day and night to prolong his life.
The reputation of the Wandao Immortal Alliance as "generous" spreads all over the world.
Although the bowls of hot and unknown bitter soup poured into his stomach every day did not seem to have much effect, Ying Xiu has become an unintentional person at this moment.
There was no heartbeat under his empty chest, but he continued to linger for three years like a living person.
Du Yicui said that this medicine was hanging his life.
Not fake at all.
Ying Xiu thought that on that day when he buried his head deeply in the wet mud and generously chose the most useless and dishonorable dead hair, he had no fear of death.
But until today, looking at the bowl of gradually cooling soup, Ying Xiu found that he still overestimated himself.
He is afraid of death.
He was extremely scared.
He wants to live.
Even if he doesn't want to see any light.
Even if he didn't even have the courage to leave this room.
Ying Xiu tried his best to escape from this world in his own way, but he happened to...
Can't bear to die.
Reluctant to leave this world.
Under Du Yicui's cold explanation, the gray emotion in the center of Ying Xiu's chest suddenly surged.
He couldn't help but look up at her and caught the deep impatience and disgust in Du Yicui's eyes that he didn't bother to hide.
It was as if she truly felt that Ying Xiu had given up taking the medicine and died here. She could breathe a sigh of relief if she died here.
Ying Xiu suddenly reacted.
In the past three years, his only life-saving thread has reached the point where it is on the verge of breaking.
Ying Xiu felt ashamed of the fear and uneasiness he had fostered.
He felt disgusted that he had to rely on such a woman.
Suddenly he realized that the decoction that he had been too lazy to take a look at in the past three years was actually so important in nature. It was no longer possible for him to maintain his usual air of despair and early death and rebirth.
Because he suddenly realized that even a woman like Du Yicui was not afraid of him seeking death and survival at all.
In this small, isolated room, Ying Xiu was indifferent to the world's affairs and had no idea what had happened to the outside world in the past three years.
But he could see that a woman like Du Yicui, who put interests first, was willing to take care of him in a place like this for three full years.
If you don't leave him, you must have something you need from him.
But today, her attitude was subtly different from the past, and she didn't care. She even took the initiative to guide him to give up his life.
Ying Xiu suddenly realized that her life did not seem to be that important in her eyes.
If he continues to show off his identity, maybe this woman can really let him go and ignore her.
Ying Xiu desperately wants to escape from this world, but this does not mean that he wants to rot alone in this small darkness forever.
I couldn't care less about my last bit of poor self-esteem.
Driven by cowardice and uneasiness, Ying Xiu silently picked up the medicine bowl on which he stood and drank it one by one.
Because he had no lips, the soup dripped down his chin and wetted the gauze on his face, making him look even more miserable.
Du Yicui's raised eyebrows slowly relaxed. Seeing that His Highness the Crown Prince, who was worse than a beggar, was finally willing to obey, she felt either disappointed or relieved.
She took the empty bowl, glanced at the filth and mess on the couch, and said in a serious tone that she would never have had in the past:
"Since Your Highness wants to live, it's better to live a dignified life. I've prepared a bucket and a water table in the house for you. There will be no outsiders here to disturb you, and no one else will harm you.
Excuse me, please ask me to stay here next time. Now that I am getting older, it is not as convenient as before to pack up. Even if you don't like concubines, please be more considerate for the sake of your children.
"
When she was in Xianling City, she coveted his extraordinary handsome appearance and thought that his status was noble and unparalleled in the world.
He is a young man favored and admired by countless girls from all over the world.
But who would have thought that beneath the bright and beautiful clothes was an ugly, cowardly person who didn't even dare to get out of bed.
Ying Xiu's face twitched, and when his increasingly sinister eyes fell on her bulging belly, his hoarse tone sounded like a mockery:
"This pregnancy lasted for three years. You are not tired, but I am too."
Du Yicui's face suddenly turned cold: "What do you mean by that? No matter how bad I, Du Yicui, am, I won't end up being a bitch who can do everything I can!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I was pregnant with this child three years ago. I don’t know what the bloodline of the Youren among you is. It is completely different from the ten-month pregnancy of mortals.
, do you think I’m not afraid?
Such a freak kept me pregnant for three years and tortured me to the point of physical and mental exhaustion. You must know that giving birth to a child among you is such a terrifying and weird thing. I shouldn't have climbed onto that prince dragon of yours back then.
bed!"
She gritted her teeth, and her eyes were full of regret: "I have tried all kinds of medicines, but nothing can get rid of it. Now that my belly is getting bigger, I can only give birth to it bravely.
If you don’t believe it, wait until the child is born to test for yourself whether it is your seed!”
The sadness, anger and annoyance on her face didn't look like a show, and her voice was quite confident. Ying Xiu couldn't help but have a look of doubt and confusion in his eyes.
"Why bother? This child is undoubtedly your heir, Crown Prince Yingxiu. There is no doubt about this."
At this moment, a deep voice came from outside the door.
Ying Xiu's eyes suddenly turned cold and alert, and he looked up suddenly.
I saw a slender middle-aged man standing leaning against the door.
The man wears a blue silk robe with blue patterns of clouds and wild geese painted on the clothes. He wears a saber-tooth tiger pattern Qiankun bag on his waist, with dark vermilion gemstones looming between the bags, like a dark eye peering into the world.
Seeing the person coming, Ying Xiu's eyes changed with shock.
On the contrary, Du Yicui showed a look of surprise. She took two steps forward, bowed and said in awe, "I have met the ancient leader."
The person who came was actually the most powerful person in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, one of the most powerful and powerful people among all the countries in the world, and the only powerful person who came from a casual cultivator and aspired to the world, Gu Sansong.
Ying Xiu was abandoned by the common people and fell into such a state of desolation that he became a useless person.
He really couldn't think of any other place where he could be worthy of having such a big man who could almost stand shoulder to shoulder with the three Taoist masters come here in person.
Gu Sansong looked at Du Yicui and nodded slightly, with a calm tone. It was difficult to find any trace of a superior person on him.
"Miss Du, I have something to say with Prince Yingxiu. Please stay away for a while."
Du Yicui naturally had no choice but to retreat obediently.
Gu Sansong walked into the house calmly, unaffected by the filthy and disgusting smell in the house.
Ying Xiu stared at him intently.
Gu Sansong sat down in front of the case, minding his own business. He didn't even buy a cup of cold tea that had been there for an unknown period of time, and began to drink it as if no one else was watching.
He smiled and said: "When I was young, my family was bitterly cold, so such astringent old bitter tea was extremely rare.
Only during festive seasons, my wife would take it out and taste it with me. Now that I have tasted it over the years, I can no longer find the original state of mind."
Ying Xiu didn't like his pretentious appearance, so he simply got straight to the point, pulled down his clothes, revealing his empty heart, and said in a cold voice:
"I don't care whether the ancient alliance leader has ulterior motives or what. Now I can tell you with absolute certainty that you will not find any value in me."
Gu Sansong turned to look at him. His dark eyes were like a sea of rivers, clearly reflecting Ying Xiu's figure. He said slowly: "It seems that Prince Ying Xiu is still looking forward to my arrival."
Ying Xiu frowned, and his voice became colder and indifferent: "Don't you understand what I said? I said..."
An enigmatic smile suddenly appeared on Gu Sansong's face, and he interrupted:
"If Prince Yingxiu really has the intention of rejecting people thousands of miles away, it is safe to say that you are not the real Prince of Zhongyou, so give up all my thoughts."
Ying Xiu's pupils trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.
Gu Sansong continued: "Prince Yingxiu's desire for survival is the strongest I have ever seen in my life. Even at the end of the road, he is still struggling to survive. I really appreciate this."
He looked at Ying Xiu steadily: "You hope that you can still be used by others, and you hope that your status as 'Prince' can still be a bargaining chip in your hands, so I am here to fulfill your wishes."
The dim candlelight flickered on Gu Sansong's face, making the shadows between his eyebrows and eyes even more unpredictable.
Ying Xiu's eyes flashed twice, his cold fingers curled tighter, and he stared intently at the other person's abyss-like eyes.
The body subconsciously tenses up like a string, and the emotions in the heart are endless.
After a long silence, his clenched fingers slowly loosened, Ying Xiu let out a long breath, and his tense body slowly relaxed.
His eyes were indifferent and he said: "I can't understand. How can I help you with my false identity as the prince?"
Gu Sansong laughed: "If I don't tell you, who in the world will know your true identity?"
He stood up, his eyes as bright as fire: "Even if a few people know about it, as long as your heart is cruel enough, Your Highness, I believe that no one will be able to say this from now on."
Ying Xiu's body was shaken, and he suddenly raised his head, unable to suppress the murderous intent in his eyes: "You actually want to use my hand to deal with my mother!"
Gu Sansong's back was stretched extremely long by the candlelight, and the shadow on the wall was three points darker than the shadow inside the room.
He wiped away the smile on his face and looked at Ying Xiu with a somewhat pitiful look: "You treat her as your mother, but she only treats you as a substitute."
There was a roar in Ying Xiu's head, and a violent wind and tsunami suddenly arose. Gu Sansong's words were like a poisonous sharp knife, stabbing directly into the vital point with precision.
For a moment, Ying Xiu felt like he was being burned by fire again, and his heart was filled with pain.
During these three years of suffering, he had never thought about why his memory always went awry in the past.
For example, he has a light taste and does not like spicy food. When he was a greedy boy, he ate two more bites of sweet cakes. His mother would gradually look at him in a strange and distant way.
For example, if he went to You Pavilion to refine ghosts for his own use and strengthen his own realm, his mother would look at him with the same strange and appraising eyes.
At that time, Ying Xiu didn't understand what such a look meant, but he vaguely realized that this was definitely not the way a mother looked at her son.
Therefore, he prefers to travel abroad than stay in the Zhongyou Dynasty where thousands of people support him.
Even if he is in the middle of nowhere, staying by his mother's side, he will try his best to disguise himself and follow his broken past.
Pretending that he was free from sex, loved reading, indifferent to fame and wealth, and quiet and inactive, he tried hard to piece together and imitate the shadow of his former self little by little.
Only in this way can his mother's eyes truly reveal a soft-hearted tenderness when she looks at him.
Time passed, and only tonight did he suddenly realize that all of this was just his own delusion.
Substitute, what a ridiculous title.
Ying Xiu slowly closed his eyes, and the dim candlelight shone coldly on his gauze-wrapped face. The cracked scars under the gauze became more and more ferocious, and hatred slowly climbed up the nerve endings like a poisonous net.
At this moment, he realized Ying Ji's selfishness and cruelty.
Why would she create him as a substitute after her son died and suffer in this world?
Now he lives like this, hated by people and abandoned by dogs, all because of her!
In the end, he was just a puppet in her hands. He should live the way she wanted him to live.
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