Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

All five of them were silent, and the atmosphere was particularly cold because of her tone of indifference to human life and her acknowledgment of her own identity.

There is not a shred of luck.

They all faced the bloody truth, and Zhu Jiu admitted it herself, that she was just such an evil cultivator who enjoyed killing people, without distinguishing between good and evil.

Feng Zhiyi's voice was cold and icy, like the breaking of extremely cold black ice, revealing a hint of grief, murderous intent, and hesitation: To you, the Jialan people are people who don't matter if you kill them?

After a short yet long pause, Zhu Jiu's gentle and ruthless voice was so clear: Yes.

Feng Zhiyi felt as if he was dead. His tone was agitated and sad, and he looked miserable: Why didn't you kill me? Why did you let me become like this?

Elder Jueya told him not to reveal the fact that he was a ghost under any circumstances.

Feng Zhiyi knew that he did not become like this by accident. Zhu Jiu must know it, and perhaps it was her work.

He didn't understand why he was the only one left when everyone else died.

Zhu Jiu thought, is this a confession game?

She replied coldly: This will maximize the pain.

I don’t know why, but when I said this, it felt like there was super glue on Zhu Jiu’s mouth, and he felt severe pain with every word he uttered.

If she were like this, Feng Zhiyi's pain would be a thousand times greater.

He didn't say anything for a long time, like someone who had fainted because he couldn't bear the truth.

The corners of Cangjie's lips, which were always upturned, tightened and straightened, and said: So, you never liked him at all?

Nirvana:?

It’s already this late, and Cangjie still wants to prove that Zhu Jiu only likes him.

Besides, how can you like someone when you have killed his entire family?

Zhu Jiu answered quickly this time: I like it, I like the feeling of stopping.

No one might believe it if I said it, but Feng Zhiyi's heart, which was as cold and hard as stone, strangely began to beat again because of these words.

He covered his chest, which was filled with ice and fire, in a daze, feeling extremely painful.

For your own cheap heartbeat, cheap love, and cheap care.

Feng Zhiyi, you are so cheap.

He curled his lips in self-mockery and said with murderous intent: Zhu Jiu, please don't call me this name from now on, you don't deserve it.

This was the first time that Zhu Jiu heard Feng Zhiyi, who was always kind, say such heartless and cruel words.

She was stunned for a moment, her brows gradually drooped like the dim sunset, and she was so out of control that she didn't refute as she had planned.

Xing Jun was tortured to tears. Although he knew that everyone was right, he naturally stood on Zhu Jiu's side unconditionally.

She sobbed and cursed, "You fucking scumbag, who was it that made my Zhu Jiu blush like a buttock in the beginning and told you to stop? It's only been a few days and you're not worthy of it anymore, haha, who cares about you, come to me..."

Without saying the word "get out", Zhu Jiu gently covered Xing Jun's mouth and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

So dry, twice in a row, and still at a loss for words.

Xingjun felt the same way and his heart ached even more. Tears welled up in his eyes like a river.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, I told you that you shouldn't like these stinky men!"

"Woo woo woo hiccup, everyone has said that love is a sea of ​​suffering, whoever enters it will drown! Especially your plot of killing the whole family, this should have been known from the beginning that it was a sadomasochism! How can you still like him!?"

Zhu Jiu hung his head, like a scolded kitten that dared not speak, and after a long while he managed to utter a dry sentence, "Ah, it's all my own fault."

As I said this, the scene of our first meeting involuntarily emerged in my mind.

Feng Zhiyi, like a fool, ignored the opposition and insisted on dragging her, a person of unknown origin, into the city to hide.

I don’t know, maybe it was because I had been a wandering ghost for too long and endured the coldness and loneliness of the years for too long, her heart was particularly warm at that time, and she greedily enjoyed the inexhaustible heat of the other party to pour on her somewhat numb soul.

At that time, even if these evil gods appeared later, there would not be such a result.

It can only be the wind that stops the mind, it happens to be the wind that stops the mind.

So, she couldn't help but hide this name in her heart.

I just don't know why, but sometimes I forget that kind of liking.