The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

"Don't look."

Someone blindfolded her and pulled her back from the edge.

She knew who that person was without even turning around.

"Who else?"

Mo Luofan felt his palms were slightly wet, and Mo Xiaolan continued, "Who else do you want to take revenge on? Why don't you kill me too?"

"Killing you would be too easy for you."

The ground was covered again and the secret room was restored to its original appearance.

He let her go, turned her body around, took her hand and placed it on his chest: "You once existed here, and it was you who had to be here. It was you who destroyed it bit by bit with your own hands, leaving nothing behind. I ask you again, if you could do it again, would you treat me well, even if you were just an ordinary disciple?"

"No." Mo Xiaolan's answer was the same as always: "As long as it's me, even if it happens a thousand times, I will still treat you like this, forever."

Mo Luofan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly: "Then you must be prepared to pay the price for this matter."

Meroving brought her back to the palace and humiliated her in every possible way.

They fed her ginseng fruit, dug out her eyes, and dug out her flesh.

Because of the heavy ginseng fruit, six hours were enough to heal, but the torture of scraping the flesh had to happen once a month.

-

"Come, Master, I have found something good for you." Mo Luofan walked in carrying a red carved wooden box. He opened the box and saw a plate of fresh meat inside. It looked like pork liver, but it was much darker red than pork liver.

He took the plate and sat down beside the bed.

It has been more than half a month since the last torture.

The wounds on her body had long since healed, but the bloody scenes that happened to her were a fact that could not be erased.

These disgusting images made her unable to eat for a time. No matter what she ate, she would vomit it out immediately. Only in the past few days has her condition improved and she can barely eat some soup.

"Why aren't the corners of your mouth healed yet?" Mo Luofan moved her chin. There were obvious blisters on both sides of her mouth that were caused by scalding water and had not yet healed.

Needless to say, everyone knew who did it, but he did not pursue the matter. Instead, he treated it as an ordinary little thing and continued to coax her to eat the food on the plate.

Mo Xiaolan couldn't eat anything greasy, but was afraid of upsetting him, so she had to swallow the entire small plate of food while enduring the nausea.

Mo Luofan wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth and asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

She nodded. In fact, it was unpalatable. As soon as it entered her mouth, there was a strong fishy smell that was nauseating. The aftertaste was bitter, and the sour smell filled her mouth.

"Do you know what this is?"

Mo Xiaolan shook her head.

"This is the heart of the most heinous person in prison."

Mo Xiaolan suddenly felt the blood in her body go cold, her stomach churning, and she couldn't help but vomit. She hadn't eaten much in the first place, and even if she vomited out the entire small plate of food, she still felt that there was still food left in her body, which was outrageous.

"Hahaha." Mo Luofan left with a satisfied smile.

-

In the end, Mo Xiaolan escaped right under his nose. After searching for several days without any results, the entire hall was filled with Mo Luofan's anger.

No one knew where Mo Xiaolan escaped to. All they knew was that there was a man in a black cloak beside her, and the two of them walked down a mysterious mountain staircase.

Unlike usual, this time her eyes were empty, and she looked more like a zombie, a crumbling corpse.

As she fell, the man next to her supported her and asked, "Are you really going to do this?"

She nodded, looked up at the man and said, "I'm sorry, I have to kill your family with my own hands again."

"I have never stopped you from doing what you wanted to do, but you can't stop me from doing what I want to do this time." The man held her hand tightly, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

Mo Xiaolan didn't say anything, but just pushed his hand: "I will find a place to hide, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

After the man left, what was even more frightening was that Mo Luofan was standing behind her.

"Master, you are so popular. I thought I had cleared out the people around you, but I didn't expect there were still some who slipped through the net."

run!

Mo Xiaolan turned around and ran, but she was still outrun by Mo Luofan. He carried her on his shoulders and walked away.

After returning to Qingyuan Hall, Mo Luofan took her to Qingling Peak.

The original Qingling Waterside Pavilion has been renovated by him. All the pavilions and pavilions are gone, but the huge flower trees remain.

Behind the tree is a palace that is no less magnificent than the Qingyuan Palace. When you push open the door of the palace, you will see a glittering golden cage facing the door.

Mo Xiaolan was startled. She slapped the person who was carrying her with her hands and feet and shouted, "Let me go, let me go."

"Master, if you're not obedient at all, don't blame me for locking you up."

"No, I don't want to go in, I don't want to."

Mo Luofan placed her in a cage and handcuffed her hands and feet with huge iron chains. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

Looking at the canary cage he made with his own hands and the beautiful canary inside, Mo Luofan smiled with satisfaction: "I won't keep you here forever. Maybe I will change the trick next time. The only thing that won't change is that you will never leave here."

I want to die but I can’t, I want to live but I can’t, every day and every night, it feels like I’m living in hell.

Spring came and autumn went, and two years had passed. More than seven hundred days of torture finally wore away the last of Mo Xiaolan's vitality.

-

"Ah...ah...don't come over here, all of you don't come over here." Mo Xiaolan, with a huge golden lock on her neck, hugged her knees and shivered in the corner.

Hua Ruoruo wanted to treat her, but before she could touch her, she went crazy and bit her wildly, and no one else could get close to her.

"Doctor Ruoruo is still thinking about treating people like this." Duan Shuangying walked in with a dirty steamed bun in her hand.

"Duan Shuangying, don't go too far." Hua Ruoruo narrowed her eyes and said in an extremely helpless tone: "She is also a person."

"Oh, really?" Duan Shuangying sneered and threw the bun in his hand over, just outside the range of the cage.

What was even more shocking and unbelievable was that Mo Xiaolan seemed to have lost her mind and kept trying to reach the bun, but no matter how hard she stretched out her hand or how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it.

Duan Shuangying walked over, squatted down and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Mo Xiaolan nodded.

The woman in front of him stood up, flattened the steamed bun with one foot, and kicked it over. Mo Xiaolan picked up the steamed bun and started eating it with big mouthfuls.

Hua Ruoruo immediately went to grab it, threw it aside and shouted: "It's dirty and you can't eat it. It will harm your body."

Mo Xiaolan ignored her, crawled over on her knees as if she were legs, and continued to pick up the steamed buns and eat them, not even leaving out the tiny crumbs on the ground.

"Do you want to eat more?" Duan Shuangying asked, and Mo Xiaolan nodded.

She lifted her brocade boots and walked towards the cage. A bottle of boiling water fell from above Mo Xiaolan, scalding the upper half of her face red.

"Duan Shuangying!" Hua Ruoruo pushed the violent man away, turned around and looked at Mo Xiaolan, who was kneeling on the ground with pain on her face. She stretched out her hand to check her injuries.

Having just been splashed with scalding water, she was so scared that she curled up in a corner again. A lot of skin on her face had fallen off, and she looked very horrible.

Seeing this, Hua Ruoruo turned her head and looked at Duan Shuangying and said, "Mo Xiaolan is a proud person. She is the proudest person in the world. She is held in the hands of the head of Shangjun and protected a hundred times, fearing that she will be wronged. You are humiliating her like this. Are you avenging your love or your own jealousy?"

"Whatever you think." Duan Shuangying ignored her and walked directly into the cage. He pulled the hand of the person inside, and a thin golden needle appeared.

The next second, it was inserted into these white little hands.

Mo Xiaolan screamed in pain and tried to break free but couldn't.

At this moment, Hua Ruoruo collapsed and shouted, "I'm going to tell Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, you haven't visited her for more than half a year." Duan Shuangying looked at the person in front of him with satisfaction, and inserted several more golden needles into his fingers.

"It was Your Excellency who caused her to be so crazy now. Do you think Your Excellency would care about her? I'm afraid that even if she died here now, he wouldn't even come to see her. Besides, it's almost Ruo Xiangsi's memorial day. Your Excellency might feel sick just by looking at her."

-

To Duan Shuangying's surprise, on the day of Ruo Xiangsi's memorial day, Mo Luofan actually took Mo Xiaolan with him for the first time, but the way of travel was still as simple as usual.

A small group of people came in a mighty manner, with Mo Luofan and Duan Shuangying sitting in the carriage.

He only brought his wife, Duan Shuangying, with him on every memorial day, and this time was no exception.

Although Mo Xiaolan was also brought along, she was not allowed to get on the carriage. Instead, her hands were tied with iron chains and the other end was handcuffed to the carriage, at a distance that was exactly from the carriage to the last team of mounted guards.

She had no choice but to run behind the carriage. Sometimes the carriage accelerated and she couldn't keep up, so she would be dragged on the ground, covered in blood.

But because of the ginseng fruit, it would return to normal after a short while, just like new skin. The flesh would grow back but the clothes would not, so it would often cause a group of nonsense.

"Why does Your Majesty still want to bring her with you?" Duan Shuangying asked.

Mo Luofan flipped through the book in his hand boredly: "Don't you think it's interesting?"

"If Your Majesty would hand her over to me, I could show you something more interesting."

Mo Luofan's dark pupils turned to her and he smiled calmly: "Golden needles pierced your hands, boiling water poured over your body, do you think I don't know what you have been doing these days?"

"Then will you punish me?" Duan Shuangying sat in his arms and rubbed his chest. Mo Luofan grabbed the charming hand and said, "No."

"Major troops, reorganize and rest."

Finally, it was time to rest. Mo Xiaolan's shoes had already been worn out by the stones on the mountain road.

The soles of his feet were covered in blood, and his back was even more horrific.

She walked to a big tree and wanted to sit down and rest, but as soon as she leaned against it, she felt a sharp pain in her back. Fortunately, it healed in a few hours, but this dress...

"Here, put it on." A kind maid handed her a coarse linen dress: "The fabric is a bit stiff, but it's better than you."

Mo Xiaolan took the clothes and thanked her.

The maid touched her head and wondered if this man was really stupid. It's not like she had never seen Mo Xiaolan before. She was a flower on the mountain top and no one should get close to her. But now this... Sigh...

Ruo Xiangsi was buried by Mo Luofan in the holy tomb of the demon clan. Those buried here were the most noble people of the demon clan. She was not only a saint, but also the recognized wife of the Demon Lord. There was nothing wrong with her being buried here.

"Xiangsi, it's been another year since we last met." Mo Luofan squatted down and stroked the three big words "Ruo Xiangsi" on the tombstone.

"Come here." Duan Shuangying grabbed Mo Xiaolan's hair, pulled her over, and knelt in front of the grave: "You are the one who should repent for her." Then she pressed her head down and knocked it down hard.

"That's enough." Mo Luofan shouted, "Don't let her blood stain Xiangsi's eyes."

He stood up and closed his eyes, the mark of the Demon Lord on his forehead becoming darker red.

At this time of year every year, he would disperse one third of his spiritual power to benefit the world, and every practitioner would receive a little spiritual power. This was his way of praying for his lost lover.

Spiritual power came over her, and Mo Xiaolan felt her body suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

The time had come. While Duan Shuangying was accepting the blessing, he moved her face with one hand and bit her lips hard.

The blood with abundant spiritual power entered her body through her mouth. Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to make her qualified to receive the spiritual power bestowed by Merofan.

Duan Shuangying was pushed away by her and fell to the ground. Mo Luofan saw her intention, stopped blessing and tried to catch her, but he was just a little bit short.

She stood on Ruo Xiangsi's tomb. Although this was disrespectful to the deceased, it was the only place that Mo Luofan did not dare to go up to, for fear of disturbing her peace.

"Ruo Xiangsi, I'm sorry that I have to trouble you again after you die."

"Get off Xiangsi's grave!" Mo Luofan shouted, "I will cut you into pieces and torture you to death."

"You have already cut me into pieces." Mo Xiaolan said lightly.

"Sure enough." Mo Luofan sneered: "Ruoruo told me that you are not in your right mind, sometimes normal, sometimes crazy, then I should not let you go, I should torture you until you are completely crazy."

Mo Xiaolan said coldly: "No, I won't do that again in the future."

When the spiritual energy in her body was almost absorbed, she put her hands together and made a sword gesture. She had not done this action for a long time, but it had been imprinted in her heart. Even after many years, she had never forgotten it.

"Xuantian Liuguang Sword."

Xuantian Liuguang, who was sealed underground, flew over immediately after hearing his master's call, but this time he did not land in her hands, but floated in the air.

"What? Master, do you still think you can defeat me?"

Mo Xiaolan did not respond to him. She was silent for a few seconds. The corners of her mouth raised, revealing a few white teeth, and her eyes turned into crescent shapes. This smile was the smile that Mo Luofan had always longed for.

She had smiled at Mo Fan and Ming Fan, but she had never smiled at him. This time her smile was for him and belonged only to him.

Although her face was stained with dust and her clothes were made of the worst patched coarse cloth, it still couldn't hide her beauty. It was still as dazzling as when they first met.

I only heard that Mo Xiaolan was an iceberg beauty who always had a serious face and never smiled, but I didn't expect that her smile was so warm, like the sun that could melt the iceberg.

But he didn't have time to continue looking at this smile.

A stream of hot blood spurted out as the Xuantian Liuguang Sword stabbed down, dyeing half of the man's face red.

Mo Xiaolan still had a smile on her face. Her white and tender hands reached through the hole in her chest to grab her still beating hot heart. She concentrated all her spiritual power on her hands and squeezed hard...

She rolled down from the grave, and the dark sky was accompanied by lightning and thunder, and finally heavy rain fell.

No one tried to catch that thin body, but she didn't mind at all and still had a dying smile on her face.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds. Mo Luofan slowly walked over and squatted beside her: "Your blood has polluted Xiangsi's grave."

She didn't reply to him, and even her expression didn't change.

"Do you think that if you die on the same day as Xiangsi, anyone will remember you?"

Still no answer.

Merofan picked up her body and frowned.

Is she really so light and thin?

Her body seemed to have no flesh on it, and it was particularly uncomfortable to hold her in his hands. He remembered that many, many years ago, there was an incident when the head of the sect, Shang Jun, came and joked that she seemed to have gained a lot of weight, and he also asked the three disciples below about it.

The oldest boy said, "I can't tell. There is no change. It's mainly because Master is so beautiful. It doesn't matter if she gets fatter or thinner."

The second girl said, "Yes, a little bit."

How could the youngest boy say this? He seemed to be silent, not daring to speak, but just silently serving tea. Although he didn't say anything, he answered several times in his heart, "Master is so beautiful."

The Xuantian Liuguang that was thrown aside lost its luster after the last thunder and never lit up again.