Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

"Did you hear about it? The ghost master in the ghost realm actually plans to get married! The wedding post has been announced to the world!"

"What? That cripple who is still sick wants to get married? With his weak body, how can he still have a wedding? You think he won't die before the whole thing is over, right? Hahahahaha!"

Some people laughed sarcastically and said as if they were regretful: "It's a pity that the bride married him and will never be able to experience the bliss of the world in this life."

The man on the high seat was holding a wine glass while listening to the unbearable laughter and taunts of the dragon clan below.

In the past two days, the ghost realm, which has been forgotten by the world of cultivation and has a weak sense of existence, suddenly heard something - the owner of the ghost realm is getting married.

For this reason, the wedding invitations were distributed to the world, and all of them were sent to the Dragon Clan, who used human form to hide their true identity.

As soon as this news came out, Guiyu suddenly jumped from the bottom of the list of presence in the cultivation world to the top, which can be considered as promising.

Qi Hanzhi propped his head. He was always not interested in these gossips. He just kept his eyes calm, thinking of the missing apprentice, and the cup in his hand shook twice.

The wine swirled around in the white jade cup, but not a drop was spilled.

Finally, after hearing the impatient voices of the people below, Qi Hanzhi cut them off coldly: "Are you done?"

The voice was as cold as the eternal snow on the boundless cliff, carrying a chilling pressure.

It instantly reminds me of the blood and blood that separates a person's bones, and the fear penetrates directly into the bone marrow.

In an instant, the entire palace was as silent as a cicada. It was so quiet that no one dared to make a sound.

The dragons who were still laughing just now had no time to put away the smiles on their faces. The smiles froze on their faces, they nodded their heads and stammered, "Young Master, it's over."

He nodded his head as if he were talking, for fear that if he nodded a step too slowly, his head would be moved and his body would be in a different place.

After all, this young master relied on brutal methods and terrifying strength to rise to the top.

The leader of the dragon clan from the side branch was always watching the situation. Seeing this situation, he stood up from the neat dragon clan and bowed and said, "Young Master, the news has been found out."

After hearing him say that there was news, Qi Hanzhi's expression softened a bit, and suddenly for some unknown reason, a sneer appeared on his lips.

This sneer was enough to make the leader of the dragon tribe's hair stand on end.He quickly raised his hand and waved, signaling to his men to bring him up.

Afterwards, a monk was brought in under the escort of two dragons in human form.

The monk's clothes were in tatters, he didn't have a good piece of meat, and he was covered in blood.

It was probably injured by a cruel dragon during the struggle. Blood flowed along the wound and dragged on the ground like a slender river.

Then, he was thrown onto the white jade tiles, his hair disheveled and in a miserable state.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't help but frown as his kneecaps hit the cold ground, causing pain. What was even more painful was the pain all over his body, like insects craving for flesh.

But even though he was in pain, when he faced Qi Han, he still managed to smile, as if he was still the handsome young man.

He even staggered up from the ground, saluted Qi Hanzhi as a disciple, and slowly said: "...Master, Master."

The broken folding fan was pressed under the palm of the hand, shaking as the owner's body trembled.

The next moment, the tattered folding fan stopped moving, frozen by the sudden frost.

——It was Qi Hanzhi who teleported to him in the blink of an eye.

"I told you to stay away from my disciples."

The pressure above his head suddenly dropped with the words, and hit Jiang Zheliu hard on the head, like a huge boulder falling on his head. The pressure forced him to kneel on the ground again, and his kneecaps almost cracked.

He couldn't even lift his head.

"Disciple doesn't have it. Disciple doesn't know."

Qi Hanzhi smiled softly, and his laughter sounded particularly scary, "Really?"

"But I detected Xie Xingchen's aura on you, how do you explain it?"

Jiang Zheliu's heart sank suddenly.

This was impossible. He had made all preparations when he went to see Xie Xingchen. He had even thought of the excuse for being discovered by Qi Hanzhi. How could something go wrong?

"Master...honor, there are no disciples."

"No?" Qi Hanzhi repeated without looking angry at all, but said nonchalantly, "Then it seems that I misunderstood and did something wrong. My good disciple, do you want to make amends?"

Jiang Zheliu couldn't believe it when he heard the word compensation. His master had never been so kind. "No need..." Thank you Master for your kindness.

Before he could say anything, he was coldly interrupted by Qi Hanzhi, which made his heart almost sink into the ice cave, covered with frost.

"Since you don't know where my little disciple is, I have no choice but to send your senior brother to find him. After all, I only have my eldest disciple as my right-hand man now."

...Elder brother is still alive?

Jiang Zheliu's head exploded with a buzzing sound, and his hands and feet were cold. He suddenly raised his head to look at Qi Hanzhi, who still looked as cold as an immortal.

The fishy sweetness in the throat suddenly surged up, filling the lips and teeth, "Junior brother... is in the ghost realm."

"Master, please tell me the whereabouts of senior brother." Jiang Zheliu swallowed the blood in his throat and squeezed out these words through his teeth.

Qi Hanzhi looked at him coldly through the thin ice, and then coldly wrote a few words, "Wan Nian Valley."

After saying that, it disappeared in a cloud of frost and snow, leaving only the remaining icy atmosphere in the palace.

After learning the whereabouts of his senior brother, Jiang Zheliu kowtowed heavily in the direction of Qi Hanzhi's departure.

His master didn't kill him because it was for the sake of his junior brother. He was kind enough to tell him the whereabouts of his "dead man" senior brother, which was extremely merciful.

Qi Hanzhi, as his name suggests, is as cold as ice. Anyone who dislikes him will be killed. Everyone is afraid of him.

But now, Jiang Zheliu clearly noticed the change in Qi Hanzhi. Although it was still scary, the hostility in him seemed to be slowly decreasing.

I really don’t know whether I should express my feelings about the greatness of love.

But once he thought of Xie Xingchen's appearance of not understanding anything, Jiang Zheliu couldn't help but sweat for him.

At the same time, he hoped that Xie Xingchen could be with Qi Hanzhi, so as to eliminate the killing from his master;

But at the same time, he didn't hope that if Xie Xingchen really got together with Qi Hanzhi, he might not be able to escape Qi Hanzhi's hands in this life, so he sent Xie Xingchen to the Ghost Realm out of some selfish motives.

Compared to being with a truly bloodthirsty evil ghost, it would be much warmer to be with a gentle and weak ghost.

It's a pity that the evil ghost is too powerful for him to defeat or hide.

Jiang Zheliu thought guiltily for a while, then retracted his thoughts.

He squeezed the broken folding fan in his hand, stood up from the ground, and walked in front of a group of dragons in human form, returning to his former style of grace and ease.

The dragon clan below saw that he was still alive and well, and question marks kept popping up above their heads: "?"

How is this still alive?

In the past, most of the people captured by Qi Han's orders were cut into pieces and fed to stray wild dogs, with no survivors.

So they only needed to be responsible for the aftermath and distribute the bones to the wild dogs to eat. But this time the situation changed suddenly and they were temporarily confused.

Xu Shilong's vision was so straightforward that he almost wrote the words "Why are you not dead yet" written on his face? Jiang Zheliu escaped from death, looking quite proud.

He swaggered past the Dragon Clan, and did not forget to pretend to smile and salute all the Dragon Clan: "I'm not talented, I have a great fate, Master doesn't want to kill me anymore."

The dragon clan below: "..."

When Jiang Zheliu came to the entrance of the palace, the Dragon Clan kept "watching" him angrily, gnashing his teeth and turning red.

I thought I would just let Jiang Zheliu go and let this romantic guy pretend to be cool all the way back.

I was thinking about how to kill this monk the next time I saw him.

Jiang Zheliu also thought that he would leave in glory. He stepped out of the palace door with one foot and fanned himself with a folding fan. He was in a good mood and wanted to say that we would never see each other again.

The result was that he was not dead. In the end, the tattered folding fan in his hand was one step ahead of him, and he could not finish pretending to be cool with his master.

——The frost on the fan bones subsided, and the folding fan fell into pieces. The damaged body lay peacefully in Jiang Zheliu's hands.

Jiang Zheliu's hands were empty, and he immediately realized something, and his face was filled with tears.

This is the folding fan that has been with him for countless years...

The dragon clan laughed mercilessly: "Hahahahahaha!"

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

As we all know, real heartbreak never comes from yelling or making a fuss.