When the Immortal Cultivation Villain strays into the Zerg

Tang Wuyang spent most of his time these few days searching for various clues.

"How is your timeline arrangement going?" He set up the information on hand and sorted it out.There was a bit of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the fact that he was getting closer and closer to the goal put him in a good mood.

His little wooden stake will be back in the sun in no time.

"Basically completed, just wait for an opportunity." Liu Xiaofeng said warmly.

However, his voice sounded a little hoarse. Excessive fatigue in the past few days has worn down his already worn-out bronze drum-like physical condition.

The communicator on Tang Wuyang's wrist suddenly rang. He gave Er Chong a wink in the room, and walked outside the room before picking up the communicator.

"Second brother, what's wrong?"

"Take a quick look at the forum."

Tang Kexuan's tone was a little anxious. He had just finished the training of the military department, and he said out of breath, his words were rare and concise.

Tang Wuyang realized something was wrong.

He hung up the communicator and boarded the forum, and a line of big red characters was hung on the top of the forum.

[Repeat criminal No. 417 will be arrested and interrogated today]

Tang Wuyang's pupils shrank, and he narrowed his eyes. There was a bit of danger in the application.

He looked at the wall, thought for a few seconds, and used his last rationality to protect the wall with his spiritual power, so as not to affect the innocent Liu Xiaofeng.Then he punched the wall, the blood stained the black spiritual power, and was quickly swallowed.

The wall was intact, only the fingers still dripping blood showed the rage inside him.

Tang Wuyang suppressed the spiritual power on the verge of rioting.

He licked the wound, felt the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and the smile on his face became sweeter.

He kicked open the door.

"There is no need to wait for the opportunity, we will go now."

Er Chong in the room was taken aback.

"What's the matter, young master? No, don't be impulsive. The evidence has not been reviewed, and there may be loopholes. Once there is any small mistake, they will be caught immediately."

"They are the best at guiding public opinion. Your Excellency, we have no chance of error."

The medical captain tried to calm Tang Wuyang down.

Tang Wuyang groaned softly from his throat.

He slapped the communicator on the table and said with a smile, "Yes."

The medical captain frowned and wanted to refute, but his tongue was sealed.

"If something goes wrong and I can't save them, I'll kill them all."

Tang Wuyang smiled, as if talking about something interesting.Black spiritual power overflowed from the wound on the fingertips and melted into the air.

"But it's worth a hundred lives, and it's not worth much. It's not much different from the previous result, isn't it?"

……

He Shanhe sat on the swing in the backyard.The wind pulled his hair, the high ponytail swayed slightly, and a few strands of hair brushed his face.

He felt itchy.

He reached out and pinned the broken hair behind his head.

The swing was elaborately decorated, carved with tiny vine-like patterns, and painted an elegant blue.

It's his favorite blue color.

He Shanhe has liked this kind of blue since he was a child, because it is very similar to his eyes.

However, things with this color tone seem to be specially designed to please the little male insects.

He...he just sat quietly while the little male worm was away.

The cool wind blowing against his face made him squint his eyes comfortably, and he couldn't help humming a few little tunes that didn't make a tune in his throat.

The door was knocked.

He Shanhe was startled, subconsciously got up quickly and left the swing, and glanced at the door vigilantly.

Have guest bugs?

The little male worm didn't say anything.

He Shanhe opened the door suspiciously.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead.

The house was broken into.

More than [-] army females surrounded He Shanhe.

"I was ordered to arrest the repeat offender 417 and go to interrogation."

What? Who is 417?

Without giving him time to think, those army females started to try to control him with ropes.

He Shanhe subconsciously resisted.Unexpectedly, he snatched the opponent's pistol/gun, and knocked one of the female soldiers to the ground with a punch, but unexpectedly, there was a tingling pain in the neck, and the cold medicine flowed into the blood.

The arm loses strength.

The pistol/gun fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Stopped abruptly.

He Shanhe was forced to use his last bit of strength to stabilize his feet and prevent himself from falling down in embarrassment.His clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the hair on his forehead was stuck to his forehead.

His hands were bound and he was escorted to the courtroom.

What felony did the original owner commit? ?

He Shanhe frowned, observing the environment in a daze.There was a tingling sensation from the skin on his wrist. The female worm who bound his hands seemed to have some personal grudge against him. She purposely tightened the rope so tightly that her wrist was almost crushed.

In this high-tech age, the handcuffs are deliberately abandoned in favor of ropes.

This is probably a lot of resentment towards him.

He was taken to the trial seat.

"The chair seems to be broken, why don't you just kneel down for a while."

He Shanhe was kicked in the knee.His legs softened, but he firmly pressed his upper arms against the table in front of the judgment seat, turned sideways, supported his body little by little, and straightened his back.

His sky blue eyes were full of stubbornness.

A group of insects filed in from the door and took their seats.

The neat and dignified attire and well-packed clothes seemed to deliberately highlight He Shanhe's embarrassment and trample on his pride.

All of He Shanhe's attention was devoted to maintaining the simple posture of standing, and he didn't lose his energy to recognize those faces at all.

"The following reads the crime committed by Repeat Offender 417."

"On July 4021, 7, felon No. 19 was bribed by a foreign race to betray the empire, resulting in the fall of the border city of Souville, and the loss of 417 citizens."

"On September 4030, 9, the repeat offender No. 20 drugged the noble male, causing physical damage to your Excellency the male."

"On October 4030, 10, the repeat offender No. 3 threatened the male general and cut him in public, causing serious physical and psychological damage to the male."

He Shanhe tried his best to straighten his back, but suddenly felt dazed for a moment.

My head hurts.

Like a spike stuck in the brain.

The voice in the ear was blurred.

"Reoffend No. 417? You are too polite, sir. I think being a criminal slave is more in line with his identity."

"As expected of Admiral Du, the wording is indeed exquisite. The word "sin slave" really suits him very well."

"Slave number 417."

Slave No. 417.

Sin slave.

Mind was stung.

The memory slowly wakes up.

He Shanhe lost his strength all of a sudden, and knelt down on the ground, making a loud noise when his knees hit the floor.

His heart sank a little bit.

After the daze and helplessness were washed away, the despair hidden deep in the bottom was revealed.

The light in the blue eyes lost its light, and he stared at everything around him with dead eyes.

The female worm sitting high on the judgment seat declares justice.

The male admiral standing next to him was full of contempt, as if he was looking at ants and dust.

"What? The stubborn little sin slave finally pleaded guilty?"

He was silent.

His back was kicked, and He Shanhe fell to the ground, subconsciously protecting his abdomen.

The back is forced to bend.

"What about the former lieutenant general? The ghosts of Suweier City cry in your ears every night, and you still have the face to live?"

Du Xunjiang sneered.

The worm who was holding He Shanhe next to him stepped on his back and twisted it hard.

There was a sudden pain in He Shanhe's chest near his heart.

The nails dug into the palm of the hand, and a blue-purple crescent grew out.

He was almost lying on the ground, and he used all his strength to tuck his body into a ball to protect his abdomen.The smell of blood spread in the mouth, and the eyes were full of pain.

"You dare to drug the male? Do you really think that you can get the favor of the male? I really wronged the young master of the Tang family. For the sake of my own kindness, I have to suppress my disgust to stay with you."

no.

no.

He Shanhe closed his eyes and said nothing.

He wanted to reach out and cover his ears, but his hands were bound, and the sharp words would cut his head open.

"Why, don't want to admit it? Come on, give me a whip."

Du Xunjiang got up, took the whip and was about to walk towards He Shanhe, his eyes were full of pleasure.

Worm eggs can't stand it.

"It's the medicine I prescribed."

He Shanhe was forced to speak.

Du Xunjiang didn't stop, but still approached him step by step, the whip in his hand pierced the air and made a crisp sound.

"It's the drug that I gave you. It's the slave who was mean and shameless, and put the drug on the male, regardless of his safety. Everything after that was also forced by the slave. I'm guilty of the crime, and I deserve it."

He Shanhe shouted with all his strength, he gasped for breath like a dehydrated fish.

"Look at your eyes. Blue? What a disgusting color." Du Xunjiang sneered triumphantly.

"Yes, blue is disgusting."

He repeated numbly.

But the door suddenly made a heavy sound, which fell in He Shanhe's ears, like a low sob, very ear-piercing.

The door was opened.

He Shanhe looked there, his sky blue eyes as silent as stagnant water suddenly set off huge waves, almost swallowing him.

It's a little male.

He Shanhe watched Tang Wuyang approach step by step, the footsteps sounded like they were stepping on his heart, every step was painful.

Why is he here.

What are you doing here.

How much he heard.

Will you still believe me?

can you.

will not.

How could he get so close to the female beside him.

It is to tell myself that I have been abandoned.

Don't you have some unrealistic fantasies anymore?

Correct.

It is to completely sever the relationship with oneself.

Tell yourself that he was actually forced to pick him up at all.

Correct.

He Shanhe's emotions almost collapsed.

Can't help but speculate on the behavior of the little male with the worst thoughts.

Traitors will beg, and slaves will cry and lose their composure.

He is a lieutenant general.

He is a lieutenant general.

He is a traitor.

He is a slave to sin.

With a trembling voice, He Shanhe lowered his back.

The sky blue eyes are like tarnished glass beads.

"Take me away."

"Please, please take me away."

"I don't want to be here."

"I don't want to die."

"Help me, don't throw me away, I'm good, really. I don't hurt myself anymore, I don't take medicine secretly anymore."

"Just pick up a piece of trash and go home, okay?"

Tang Wuyang walked towards He Shanhe.

The corners of the mouth curled up, the small curly hair on the head swayed with the steps, and the crimson eyes were full of smiles.

But the steps are extremely heavy.

Spiritual power gushed out of the palm of his hand and turned into a sharp knife in the dark.

Tang Wuyang didn't hide it either. He directly held the sharp blade in his hand and shook it in the direction of Du Xunjiang.

The worm holding He Shanhe said wildly: "Your Excellency, you don't need to signal to Admiral Du, I believe the admiral is very willing to watch you pierce the heart of this criminal slave with your own hands."

He Shanhe closed his eyes, he gave up wasting useless strength to support his body, his breathing sounded like a broken exhaust fan.

Unexpectedly, warm blood splashed onto his face.

The detainee's face was full of disbelief.

Tang Wuyang pulled out the knife and smiled as he watched the blood gushing out of the opponent's chest.

The detainee fell to the ground with a crash.

Tang Wuyang turned his head slowly, and gestured the bloody blade towards Du Xunjiang, with a nasty smile on his face, like a demon escaped from hell.

"Really, Admiral Du?"

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