After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

It was late at night, the moon was hanging high above the treetops, and the Song Mansion was brightly lit.

Song Zhao was still sleeping on the bed. Sitting beside the bed was a woman dressed in gold and brocade, and surrounded by emerald and pearls. This was Song Zhao's biological mother and also the most favored lady in the mansion.

The eldest lady was filled with grief. It had been some time since Zhao'er's fever subsided, so why didn't he wake up?

The boy lying on the bed still had the remaining redness of a high fever on his skin, and his lips were pale, dry, and covered with a layer of dead skin.

He slept very uneasily, and in his dream there was a graceful and beautiful Bodhisattva uttering pleasant Sanskrit sounds.

He chanted Buddhist scriptures along with the Bodhisattva, and just when he was about to calm his restless heart, he looked up and found that the Bodhisattva with lowered brows and kind eyes had suddenly turned into a female ghost who was demanding his life.

He had a green face and fangs, and was beaten with a whip until his skin was torn.

Song Zhao struggled desperately to escape, but was always easily pulled back by someone who grabbed his waist.

On the flaming lotus platform, a hideous and terrifying face changed alternately with a compassionate look. The whip made him scream and hoarsely, his voice mixed with broken sobs. Big tears gathered on his jawline and dripped into the flames, evaporating instantly, and rising up into invisible mist.

He cried so hard that the man gently caressed his wounds tenderly and recited scriptures to turn the pain into waves of joy.

Song Zhao was almost driven crazy by her, and his dark eyelashes trembled violently.

"Pu Ran..."

The lips that were whispering unconsciously suddenly shouted:

"Pu Ran!!!"

He suddenly woke up with his eyes wide open, and sat up like a drowning man finally getting ashore, covering his chest with one hand and breathing rapidly.

His inner clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were wide open, still dazed by the lingering nightmare.

"Zhao'er, Zhao'er, my Zhao'er has suffered..."

The eldest lady hurriedly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Go inform the master that the young master has woken up, go inform the master!"

The mist slowly returned to the still panic-stricken eyes, and gradually condensed into sinister hatred.

Song Zhao clenched the corner of the quilt. His raging anger calmed him down, but the darkness in his eyes was so dark that it was hard to dissipate. His finger bones creaked and his nails dug into his palms, causing a stinging pain.

But this pain is nothing compared to what Pu Ran gave me.

Mr. Song came over in big strides, and only then did he relax when he saw that his beloved youngest son had woken up.

"Master, you can't let that girl called Puran go. Our son has been tortured by her to the point where he is almost unrecognizable. You have to take care of him."

Normally, Master Song would have agreed without hesitation, but now he pointed at Song Zhao and said, "I told you not to hit people casually and to keep the guards away. Now someone has taken advantage of you and this is retribution. Tell me who you blame!"

Blame it?

The eldest lady was incredulous: "Hey, you didn't say that before. You've punished so many people yourself!"

Mr. Song suddenly froze, his face turned red and his neck became thick. He angrily flicked his sleeves and said nothing.

The past is the past. I have been beaten by someone myself now. Naturally, he is too embarrassed to say such words.

Xiao Song and Lao Song cried several times after being beaten by Pu Ran and Bao Nu.

The father and son were beaten to the point of being in agony by this pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters. Of course, only Old Song came to his senses now, because he knew that he had hit a wall and he became obedient after hitting the wall.

This girl named "Puran" is so presumptuous, perhaps there is a powerful force behind her that he cannot reach.

Otherwise, how could this girl have the confidence to hit Song Zhao?

Thinking of this, Old Song began to persuade Song Zhao cautiously.

"Zhao'er, let's just forget about this."

The eldest lady's eyes were filled with tears: "Forget it? Look at my son, he has whip marks all over his body, and his back is torn in several places. You tell me to forget it?"

Mr. Song sighed, "Madam, there are always people who are better than you. Let's just forget about this. I have to see Marquis Dingyuan tomorrow, so I'll go to bed first."

Song Zhao didn't say a word from beginning to end. The less he said, the more scared the lady became.

This child is just holding back his cruelty. I'm really worried that he might do something irreparable because he can't get over it.

Song Zhao lay down on his side and fell asleep. He pulled the quilt over him, closed his eyes, and ordered the guest to leave: "Mother, I need to rest."

The eldest lady looked at the thin figure and sighed repeatedly, and had to lead the maids away.

When the room was quiet again, Song Zhao suddenly opened his dark eyes which were filled with dark clouds.

This won't end.

He is determined to fight to the death with Pu Ran.

He was in pain, his whole body was burning as if on a fire, and the humiliation of the day came flooding back to him every time he closed his eyes.

Pu Ran's face is everywhere in my mind.

There is a saying that goes, even if you are kind to someone from the bottom of your heart, that person may not remember you. But if you provoke him and make him hate you, he will never forget it for the rest of his life.

……

Under the same night sky, in a remote and deserted courtyard, a tall man pushed the door open and four people came out of the house to greet him.

"His Majesty!"

They called out anxiously, and their anxious hearts were finally filled with a sense of security.

The person in front of them is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea. With him, they, the ministers, feel real and alive.

The cold moonlight fell on the man's strong and handsome features. He looked extremely unrestrained in his black robe, and his eyes, filled with a hearty smile, were as dazzling as the sun in the sky.

He is handsome and naturally noble.

It was the furious Emperor Chi Zhao, who had just come out of prison and was the supreme ruler of another country facing Xuan Yue Kingdom, who had just ascended the throne.

There are four countries in the world: Chizhao in the south, Xuanyue in the north, Qingxuan in the west, and Yinchen in the east.

Four nations are established, heroes emerge, who will be the master of the rise and fall?

Emperor Chi Zhao showed a pleased expression: "After wandering around for a few days, I figured out a lot of things."

Several trusted ministers dared not say a word.

Not to mention them, even the secret guards who were secretly protecting Emperor Chi Zhao were dumbfounded. Which emperor would be willing to condescend to be a guard and beat up his employer and go to jail himself?

If it were someone else, they would have called him crazy, but this was their own master, and their faces looked as ugly as if a fly had been eaten, and they couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He is the Emperor Chi Zhao, the ruler of all people, and also Pu Ran's eldest brother, Bao Fu.

I guess the people in Wangyou Valley don't take the usual path. Anyway, they will stay in prison for a few days before they are willing to leave. It's like some kind of check-in holy place, which is incomprehensible.

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"Return to Chizhao! Mobilize the elite soldiers. I will make the bows myself to see how powerful the arrows of this army of tigers and wolves can be."

Several people were stunned and stood there speechless.

"I am a hunter, so I should not have compassion."

He left with a loud laugh, but the only thing left in his voice was a sentence filled with iron-blooded murderous intent that could not be dispelled.

"I will not only kill them, but I will kill them all."

The wind whistled past these words, and the ministers had not yet recovered from the sudden bolt of thunder. They were just swallowing their saliva with lingering fear, and their eyes were very dry.

The situation in the palace is complicated. One is the biological mother of Emperor Chi Zhao, and the other is Emperor Chi Zhao's younger brother. The mother wolf and the lamb are fighting secretly to erode his power. He is distressed. Is this world so tempting?

The hunter raised his arrow in the distance, and he hesitated again. They were all blood relatives, and his trusted ministers were doing their best to dissuade him. Even if he had to disregard benevolence, righteousness, and filial piety, even if it was for the sake of his reputation and peace of mind, he should save one person's life.

But who should I keep?

He thought hard and now everything became clear to him.

The throne is unstable and everyone is coveting it. He wants to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys so that no one will dare to think about it again.

Benevolence is what a monarch should be like, but it is not the mentality that a monarch should have.

In the struggle for power, he could be killed if he wasn't careful, so why bother keeping others who have become a threat?

The spirit and the soul should talk to each other, don't fall into the imperial family while you are alive.

It is because of his cold-blooded nature and ruthless blood that this imperial road, littered with corpses, was paved.

……

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Puran: Next time, please explain clearly what you are doing and ask me for advice. You are doing me a disservice -1

Furious: Oh, I will bear the consequences of my sin of killing myself. Come and knock on the wooden fish for my junior sister (You knock on Puran's wooden fish, Puran's merit +1)

Liu Yin: Don’t knock on her door. What if she has completed her merits and left for the Buddha?

fury:!!!

(Bang—the wooden fish breaks, and the merits of Bodhisatta-1-1-1…)

Puran: ...Kill you all