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

The Demon Realm Dark Prison is heavily guarded, with several demons coming and going to guard the door.In order to avoid the prison robbery incident, they would not be able to explain to the devil.

A gust of wind blew in the face, and the demon was stunned for a moment, then saw someone coming.

"Protector Ling?"

"What are you doing here?"

"This is where prisoners are kept. It's too dirty. I'm afraid it will stain your eyes."

Facing Ling Qianhe's arrival, the demon holding the halberd saluted respectfully, smiled flatteringly, and advised Ling Qianhe to stay away.

"What? This protector can't come?"

Even though Ling Qianhe fell into the devil's path, he still had an unruly temper. He raised his eyebrows and said in disgust.

Seeing that Ling Qianhe insisted on breaking in, the demon clan was a little embarrassed.

He held his halberd in front of him to block Ling Qianhe's advance, lowered his head very low, and said in a low voice:

"Dragon protector, please don't embarrass us. The Demon Lord has his destiny and no one is allowed to go in to visit Ye Meiren."

Ling Qianhe's face darkened, he put his hand on his wristband and turned it around, and said gloomily: "Who said that this protector is going to see him? This protector is going to see other prisoners, isn't that okay?"

"It's… okay."

The demon hesitated for a moment, and finally reluctantly agreed.He said hello to his companions and led Ling Qianhe into the secret prison.

After walking a few steps, Ling Qianhe wrinkled his nose.

The dark cell was damp and dark, and was always filled with the stench of rotting corpses.

But it reminded him of the past for no reason.

According to unofficial records, this used to be a cave. Since the demons occupied the territory, they dug the tomb buried in the cave to serve as a secret prison.

But later I heard that the owner of the tomb was so angry that he transformed into a corpse and taught the ungrateful demon king a lesson on the spot.

——At that time, the demon king was so frightened that he twitched all over. He couldn't hold himself tight for a moment, and urinated, and he fell into a catastrophic state.

From then on, the Demon Lord was completely disgraced and became the first coward in history to be kicked down by his subordinates.

In order to make Ye Wenzhi laugh, Ling Qianhe searched for countless funny jokes about demons, and then he picked this one and told it to his sweetheart.

At that time, Ye Wenzhi didn't seem to be weak and had an excellent personality. He laughed and scolded Ling Qianhe for not being upright: "Whose venerable person would gossip about demons when they have nothing to do?"

Ling Qianhe forgot what he was like at that time.

He only vaguely remembered that Ye Wenzhi was amused by the joke he told, and her handsome and charming appearance scratched his heart.

After walking through a passage, Ling Qianhe raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, calming down and no longer thinking about the past memories.

He turned to look at the secret prison.

The prisoners imprisoned in secret cells all have yellow complexions, haggard faces, and sagging skin.

Obviously the person is not dead yet, but he is as lifeless as a dead person.

Facing the sudden arrival of someone in the secret cell, they just glanced at Ling Qianhe and continued to eat the moldy and maggot-infested buns, indifferently.

Ling Qianhe scanned them one by one indifferently, his eyes not stopping at them.

Even though some of the prisoners were captured monks and fellow disciples he had met before, he had no intention of taking another look.

Demon: "Dharma protector, who are you looking for?"

Ling Qianhe casually raised his hand and pointed at a prisoner not far away who was eating steamed buns, and said, "It's just him. Give me the key to his iron prison."

The demon did not dare to neglect, and quickly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and quickly found the corresponding cell key with his fingers.

Before he could find it, he heard Ling Qianhe beside him suddenly say: "No need."

The demon raised his head when he heard the words, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and a fierce sword energy came in front of him.

He was defenseless and was split in half from the head down, instantly turning into a puddle of dirty black water that accumulated on the damp ground.

The metal key fell into the black water, surrounded by black air.

Ling Qianhe frowned, raised the sword in disgust, picked up the bunch of keys, and cursed: "Dirty things, dirty the sword of this protector."

After scolding him, he turned around to find Ye Wenzhi in the secret cell.

Thinking of that miserable moonlit night, Ye Wenzhi pierced his vital gate, and he almost died there.

Ling Qianhe hated Ye Wenzhi so much that he had a toothache. He once liked Ye Wenzhi so much that he would pester him all day long and find ways to please him, but what did he get in exchange? !

It's that cold and cruel sword!

Hatred welled up in his heart, and his whole heart seemed to be placed on thorns, pricking him with pain, and bleeding out bit by bit.

Until he saw the embarrassed Ye Wenzhi in the secret cell, Ling Qianhe's burning hatred reached the top of his head. He opened the secret cell and stepped in.

Every step was extremely heavy, stepping on his own heart.

Ling Qianhe walked in.

It was discovered that Ye Wenzhi had "special treatment". The place where he was sitting was a small area in the middle of the river, and the river water surrounding him was not ordinary water, but the secluded water of the demonic realm.

Before, when Ye Wenzhi was brought back to the Demon Realm for the first time, Ling Qianhe had threatened him with Youshui.

——Anyone who is thrown into the deep water will enter with flesh and bones and come out without flesh and bones.

"Qianhe?"

"Why are you here?" Ye Wenzhi heard the footsteps and turned to look at the door of the secret cell.

And with his movement, he pulled the chains that locked his hands and feet, and the sound of metal collision was clear.

"you……"

The moment Ling Qianhe saw Ye Wenzhi, he stopped in his tracks and stood there looking at the embarrassed Ye Wenzhi from a distance for a while, frowning.

Even the anger was mostly gone.

This was the first time he saw Ye Wenzhi in such a miserable state.

Her unmanaged hair was tangled and rough, her face was pale, and her lips were dry and cracked because she had not drank water for a long time.

With this miserable appearance, she really cannot be called the most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation.

Ling Qianhe took a deep breath, walked towards Ye Wenzhi, and asked condescendingly across the quiet water: "Ye Wenzhi, do you regret it?"

Ye Wenzhi looked blank, what was he talking about?

Why did he appear in the Demon Realm without any explanation, and was resented by the Demon Lord and locked in the Demon Realm for half a month?

And his once close friend still questioned him.

When Ling Qianhe saw his innocent face, his anger suddenly boiled up. It looked like this again!

He had such an innocent and pitiful look at the beginning, and he had no idea how many birds, flowers, and grasses he had touched, and he had to use all his means to eradicate them!

"Ye Wenzhi! How long will you continue to pretend?!"

His hand was strangled around Ye Wenzhi's slender neck. A little more force could kill this person alive.

Ye Wenzhi's delicate and small facial features were distorted, tears were choked at the end of his eyes, he couldn't breathe, and a feeling of suffocation swept over him. He raised his hands and struggled.

He struggled to spit out vague words in his throat: "...let go...Ling Qianhe...you said...you will...protect me...for the rest of your life..."

He didn't know what happened that made Ling Qianhe so intent on killing him that he even came to kill him in a secret cell.

The long-term torture in secret prison, coupled with the physical ailments, have the root cause of the disease that cannot be cured.

After he said these words, he tilted his head and spit out a large mouthful of blood.