Divine Realm.
Golden lights are floating and sacred.
Fang Yu walked into the gilded palace alone.
The hall was pitch black. After closing the door, no trace of light spread into the hall.
The gloomy and cold smell is creepy.
Fang Yu took off his hat and placed it aside, revealing his face, called the Empty Face.
He had no expression on his face and was silent and stern, with a cold and terrible expression as if frozen.
Fang Yu was walking slowly forward, and he walked around the screen and stood in front of a wall.
The white wall is built, and I don’t know which master paints the bloody setting sun. The setting sun is like blood, and the faint afterglow is sprinkled, like the bloody wind and rain.
Under the setting sun, there are two figures standing tall and short, with the whistle and whistle coming.
Fang Yu raised his hand and gently tapped the setting sun.
The white wall caused a sensation, but when I saw that painting, it was condensed into reality.
Fang Yu walked into the painting, and the setting sun was covered with blood.
However, the two figures on the painting disappeared, leaving only one person sitting in the blood clouds of setting sun overlooking the world.
"God Lord." Fang Yu lowered his head piously.
"Get the punishment yourself." The person above the sky said lightly.
His voice is magnetic, and he can't hear age, but it exudes energy and momentum.
"Yes. Give me another three months to soothe Bitong's emotions, I can kill Ye Qingge." Fang Yu said.
"Yes." The Lord of God's voice became more and more distant.
As the long tail sound fell, the blood in the sky gathered together and turned into a scarlet scale dragon.
The dragon's breath was like a storm that could shatter thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The red dragon opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp and white teeth. A roar was enough to tremble the soul of the practitioner.
The red dragon swooped down to the extreme speed and swallowed Fang Zhuo in one bite.
The scales all around the red dragon instantly broke away from their body, as sharp as a knife and a sword. Suddenly, the next moment, all the sharp scales penetrated the rumbling body, and also penetrated the Fangzhuo that rumbling on the abdomen.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
...
Low roars and screams resounded throughout the world.
The sound continued.
Fang Yu was in a scarlet world, and hundreds of blood holes appeared on his body, and blood flowed out along the holes.
There was a bloody river at the foot of Fang Yu, and the sticky river water filled his waist.
The disgusting and smelly smell made Fang Yu frown.
In the blood river, with harsh sounds, countless blood ants crawled out of them, climbed up the body of Fangzhuo, and drilled 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 a golden soup, extremely hard, like an iron prison, with nowhere to escape in emptiness.
There is no way out of retreat around and around.
After three days and three nights of punishment, Honglong vomited Fang Yu out in disgust.
Fang Yu was lying on a pile of blood, in a mess.
"Fang Yu, this is not an example. This time, the Lord of God has forgiven you very much." The red dragon's voice was clear.
"Thank you, Lord, Long's kindness." Fang Yu got up tremblingly and knelt in the blood.
The red dragon nodded and flew into the sky, suddenly blooming like a gorgeous firework, and its body exploded into red light on the painting.
The beautiful scenery has returned to its original state.
Fang Yu walked out of this painting and soaked in the medicine bath in 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 Realm.
Fang Yu pushed the door open and saw Yan Bitong sitting in the corner curled up.
At this time, Yan Bitong's body had been washed away by the maid and changed into a plain green long skirt.
Yan Bitong is nearly forty years old and still has a beautiful face.
Unfortunately, Yan Bitong no longer has the original style and vitality, and is smart and clear. Her eyes are extremely dark.
Like a desperate person who is about to die of depression.
Suddenly, Fang Yu suddenly felt tired.
The wound on his body was wrapped with a lot of white soft cloth, and the special medicine powder from the Divine Realm was sprinkled, so that there would be no bloody smell to seep out.
But when he thought about it, Fang Yu suddenly smiled bitterly and self-deprecatingly.
Why did he have to hide it? Anyway... Yan Bitong wouldn't care about him either.
In Yan Bitong's eyes, there have always been only Ye Jingfeng and Ye Qingge.
What is he?
Fang Yu saw Yan Bitong step on the cold ground barefoot, frowned, walked quickly, and picked up Yan Bitong horizontally.
Yan Bitong waved her limbs and struggled like crazy. Fang Yu's eyes gradually became cold and his voice was a little unhappy. "I can let Ye Qingge live and she die. Don't force me."
Yan Bitong's struggle was getting smaller and smaller.
"If you dare to hurt my son, I will never let you go." Yan Bitong thought of something, her eyes were full of blood red, and her hands pressed against Fang Yu's neck with both hands.
When Yan Bitong was angry, she moved a little too hard and pulled Fang Yu's wound.
Fang Yu took a breath of air conditioning and frowned.
When he saw Yan Bitong staring at him like a sea of ​​blood, Fang Yu closed his eyes and hugged Yan Bitong lightly, allowing Yan Bitong to pinch him and hit him...
Yan Bitong's hands were weak, but instead hurt herself.
Fang Yu gently held Yan Bitong's hand, feeling distressed, "If you want to do anything, tell me why do you have to do it yourself?"
Fang Yu took out cold cream and applied it to Yan Bitong's fingertips.
He lowered Yan Bitong, got up, took out a chain and grabbed his neck, and was still exerting force.
"Is this going to relieve my anger?" Fang Yu looked at Yan Bitong in a complicated manner, his neck was covered with chains, and blood seemed to penetrate faintly.
Seeing that Yan Bitong didn't say anything, Fang Yu stepped up his strength again, and the chain seemed to be about to break his neck.
"Are you still angry?" Fang Yu asked.
Yan Bitong felt soft-hearted for a moment, but when she closed her eyes, she was the scene of Qingge suffering.
Her daughter was so helpless and painful, and it was Fang Yu who caused all this, and even if she had to remove Fang Yu from all parts, she could not relieve her hatred.
Yan Bitong turned her head and said, "You go out, I don't want to see you again. It doesn't matter. If something happens to Ge'er, I, a mother, can only go to hell to accompany her."
Fang Yu's heart tightened and his eyes were full of anger.
Yan Bitong knew that she was Fang Yu's weakness, so she pointed the knife at her.
Bitong-
You are so cruel-
Fang Yu untied the chain and walked out with heavy steps.
Walking out of the hall and closing the door, Fang Yu fainted with a slam.
In the hall, Yan Bitong was lying on the bed, holding her sleeves tightly, her mind full of singing.
If she could have curbed her longing before, but now, she just wants to hug Qingge again.
Ge'er has grown up so old that she has never eaten the food she has made or worn the clothes she has made.
Yan Bitong lowered her head in disappointment.
The hatred for emptiness is even stronger.
This devilish man shackled her in the name of love.
Chapter completed!