"If you let Luo Zheng go, I can ask my father to send you elixirs to replenish your essence and blood, and even elixirs to extend your life."
Yu Ling could no longer control herself, her eyes, as clear as jade beads, slid down one by one, and said.
"Hahaha, let him go? Could it be that he destroyed our sect's protective formation? How could our Nanhai Sword Sect suffer the disaster of annihilation? If I didn't kill him today, how could I deal with the ancestors of Nanjian Sect!"
The short, fat old man laughed, his voice full of sarcasm.
"This son is bound to die, but I will not let him die so easily, but in an extremely miserable way. There are countless ways to torture people in the witchcraft. I can make him become a tree with roots and teeth.
His body is covered with bugs, and he suffers from all kinds of bugs every day!"
The short, fat old man said loudly.
"You have no humanity!" Yu Ling shouted angrily, her whole body trembling.
"However, this boy's talents, qualifications, and understanding are all truly rare talents. Especially his perseverance, even I have to admire him!"
The short and fat old man looked proud, looked at Luo Zheng who was bathed in blood, and said to himself: "Look at him, except for a few times at the beginning, he never made a sound again. I once experimented on several disciples.
Several times, some people howled to death for three days and three nights without stopping. This kid really has to be amazing!"
Yu Ling looked at Luo Zheng, silently, her hands clenched so tightly that her nails were deeply embedded in her palms.
"In this case, I am reluctant to kill him. If he really serves me wholeheartedly, it may not be impossible to revive Nanjianmen!"
The short and fat old man murmured a few words to himself, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he looked at Yu Ling and looked at her.
Yu Ling didn't seem to notice anything, looking at Luo Zheng's beautiful eyes, which were sometimes soft, sometimes smiling, sometimes squinting, sometimes expressing emotion.
"Hahahahaha!"
Suddenly, the short, fat old man burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay! I have already thought of a way. You and Luo Zheng are both extremely talented. If their bloodlines merge together, a once-in-a-thousand-year genius will definitely be born!"
The short and fat old man said excitedly: "Since you two have feelings for each other, then I will help you and let you conceive Luo Zheng's child, and then raise him properly. Not only will I let this child regain my Nanhai Sword for me,
Send him to destroy the Baizhan Dynasty and all the forces in the Southern Sea of Demons!"
"You are simply crazy!"
When Yu Ling heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in her gloomy eyes, and she said angrily.
"Hahaha, why are you crazy? It's so interesting to think that your and Luo Zheng's son will become the future master of the South Sword Sect, and will personally destroy his grandfather's dynasty!"
The short, fat old man laughed wildly.
"Don't even think about it!" Yu Ling gritted her teeth.
"I don't have to make the decision on this matter. Among the magic techniques of witchcraft, there are naturally methods that can make you unable to help yourself. Moreover, I can also ensure that you will be pregnant with his son. Do you want to thank me?
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The short, fat old man sneered, glanced at Luo Zheng, and muttered something.
Luo Zheng's horribly swollen body slowly returned to its original shape. His whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and he looked extremely terrifying.
"It seems that we need to spend some elixirs to restore some vitality to him, lest the bloodline seeds left behind become too weak."
The short and fat old man fired a burst of vitality and locked Luo Zheng's vitality. He coldly stretched out his big hand and grabbed him.
"die!"
At this moment, Luo Zheng's figure suddenly rose up, like a tiger coming out of prison. His face was covered with blood, and he opened his mouth to shout angrily, like a thunderbolt!
He punched out, like a big iron gun, and with a pop, it hit the short, fat old man's chest.
Pulling out the fist, blood gushes out, leaving a blood hole as big as a fist. You can see that the internal organs are still beating inside.
The short, fat old man's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face.
His essence and blood have been exhausted, his body is weak, and there is not much energy left. Luo Zheng punched him through the body, and he was almost exhausted.
"I have sealed your Yuan Hai, how can you still have the strength..."
The short, fat old man murmured.
Poof!
Luo Zheng punched him again, punching through his abdomen. With a fierce pull, his intestines were pulled out section by section, "My physical strength is not much worse than my vitality cultivation. You will die today."
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"Hahaha, boy, you are so naive! You want to kill me, it is just a dream. Not only can you not kill me, but you also want to try your best to keep me alive! The puppet control talisman in your body is from my seed.
As long as I can live, you can live!"
The short, fat old man gritted his teeth with hatred and suddenly laughed, "Do you dare to kill me? If you dare, just kill me!"
"I said, you will die today. The woman who bullied me must die. No one in heaven or on earth, not even the nine gods and demons, can save you!"
Luo Zheng's voice was as indifferent as a knife.
As soon as the voice fell, another punch hit the short, fat old man's heart.
"Luo Zheng doesn't want it!"
Yu Ling cried out in tears.
"Are you crazy? Don't you want to live anymore?"
The short, fat old man sensed Luo Zheng's murderous intent and was horrified, shouting loudly.