Kuai Chuan: My host was targeted by Xing Jiao again

In the Hell of the Underworld.

The sky is an endless dark blue.

There are no stars and no moon here.

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A young boy with dragon horns on his head, his head hanging down, his arms are entwined by the red wattle vine, which is known to suck blood in the underworld.

The spikes on the vines were embedded in the skin of his arms.

The white arm was stained with blood from the spikes.

Silver-white hair fell down on his firm chest like a waterfall.

Behind the boy was a long whip covered in purple fine thunder.

Every 30 seconds, the Purple Lightning Whip would automatically fall down and hit the same spot firmly.

A complete piece of flesh had already been lost on the boy's back.

Go down with a whip.

Under the scorched flesh and blood, the white bones became more and more clearly visible.

This inhumane caning is still going on.

There seemed to be too many things hidden in this young man's heart.

Even in the face of such cruel punishment.

He didn't show any extra expression.

Not just numb.

The eyes are even more vacant and a little scary.

Snapped--

The third thousand purple thunder whips fell.

The boy closed his eyes silently.

next moment……

The purple lightning whip behind the young man condensed into a sword, gathering thousands of thunders, directly piercing the young man's heart.

Blood overflowed from the corner of the boy's mouth.

Facing the turbulent passing vitality.

A smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, "Mingyuan, you cut your heart to prove that I broke my heart and died. Is this a kind of compensation for you?"

The boy closed his eyes emotionally.

Opposite the execution ground.

A woman with purple hair and green eyes, with a protruding figure and a raised body raised her hand, and withdrew the purple thunder whip that was stuck in the boy's heart.

She seemed to feel that the three thousand lightning whips were not enough to relieve her anger.

As soon as the technique was condensed, the purple thunder whip in his hand directly turned into seven or eight purple thunder lights, rolling towards the body of the dragon boy in different directions.

It meant that the young man was about to be shredded into thousands of pieces.

"Report to Lord You Ji, Master Mingyuan is awake..." Just as You Ji was about to make a move, someone beside her came to report.

"My lord is awake?" Upon hearing this, You Ji immediately lost interest in the corpse of the tortured dragon boy.

She raised her hand casually, and the seven or eight purple thunder lights in the sky before instantly turned into an amethyst bracelet on her wrist, and she was about to rush to the Nether Palace.

"Master You Ji, then...how should I deal with him??"

Standing two feet tall, he was in charge of guarding the stone man in You Prison, and asked for instructions from Lord You Ji.

"Feed the fish from the endless sea in the back mountain." This Youji seemed to be impatient to see Lord Ming Yuan, and after casually throwing down these words, she turned into a purple light and disappeared into the prison.

"Yes." The tall stone man received Master You Ji's order, and raised his hand to pick up the scarred dragon boy from the execution platform.

Between Hell and Endless Sea, there is only half a mountain away.

Soon, the stone man threw the dead dragon boy into the endless sea like throwing rubbish.

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As soon as the boy's body sank into the endless sea, countless bubbles appeared all over his body.

Silver hair, floating in the dark blue water.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the light gushing out from between the boy's eyebrows wrapped the boy into an ice-blue dragon egg.

The dragon egg gradually sank to the bottom of the Endless Sea.

And inside the dragon egg, the terrifying wounds on the dragon boy's back and arms are healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.