This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

The memory was unbearable, Si Chen didn't know how he escaped from Lingshan and escaped the Wu clan.

But in the end he was caught.

He was captured by Cangshu and returned to that devil's cave.

He thought that he would be disemboweled and replaced with another person like Tie Zhen and the others, but the result was different from what he expected.

Countless mortals were tricked into Lingshan.

Dismembered in front of his eyes...

Only then did he know what Cangzhu was doing.

The witch clan... actually tried to create a god!

Trying to become the master of this world, follow the example of Nuwa, and create a new life.

He watched his people turn into insensitive beasts, and watched mortals become inhumane.

On the day when Sichen completely collapsed, Cang Zhu handed the butcher's knife into his hands.

Not a butcher, but a lamb.

It was also on that day that he killed all the mortals who had been refined in Lingshan.

With countless sacrifices of flesh and blood, the monstrous blood and energy went up to the Jiuzhongtian, the Emperor of Heaven was angry and shot, destroying the entire Wu clan with heaven!

And because he committed too much murder, he was beaten into the underworld and fell into the **** of Avici!

The memory of the past was scattered, and the minister looked at Cang Zhu with scarlet eyes, and twitched the corners of his lips coldly.

"When I watched Tianlei split you in half with my own eyes, I wanted to see what your body looked like and who your **** soul was!! In the end, I still missed it..."

He said in a cold voice, "But it doesn't matter, at the beginning you were lucky enough to survive, this time, I will definitely make you go away!!"

Cang Zhu looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

"When you led the sky to exterminate the Wu clan, did you think that everyone in the clan had become someone else?"

"Isn't it?" The minister said coldly, "What you did! What exactly are you putting into Tiezhen's body, you know for yourself!!"

"You're not a Cangshu either! The real Cangshu has long since died!"

"You are nothing but evil ghosts occupying the bodies of the Wu people!"

"No! You are wrong." Cang Zhu looked at him with a strange and bright smile on his face, "This is our original appearance, we are just pursuing our own mission!"

"Sichen, look at me... I haven't changed from beginning to end, I'm still your brother..."

"Why can't you just understand my pains?"

"Why can't you accept your own mission?" Cangzhu looked at him meaningfully:

"Or is it because of the life and death of those so-called mortals that you are indecisive?"

Sichen's face was ugly, "What the **** are you talking about!! Don't think I will believe your nonsense!"

Cang Zhu looked at him, his eyes inexplicably filled with pity.

"You think Mommy and Aya are forced... But what you call a dismemberment in your eyes is actually just a rebirth and a new life!"

"Fate cannot be escaped, Sichen, I handed you the knife with my own hands, but you chose to betray this path."

The minister looked extremely mocking: "Fate? What is the fate of the Wu clan? Create gods?

The blood thorns were pulled out from the body of Atractylodes little by little.

He knelt heavily on the ground, panting, his lifeless body was riddled with holes and looked extremely terrifying.

Cang Zhu looked up at him, his eyes deep as ink, "Do you really think that everything you know is the truth?"

"Do you think that Tianzhu, why did the Wu clan survive?"

"Why did the Wu clan hide in the Eternal Life Sect over the years?"

Sichen's expression was slightly moved.

Cang Zhu smiled slowly and asked softly, "Do you want to see Mu's mother and Aya again?"

Si Chen's breathing seemed to be caught for a moment, the muscles on his face trembled violently, and after a long silence, he sneered:

"Mum? Aya? The real ones have already died under your butcher's knife, Cangshu, put away your intrigues."

"You brought it to your door this time, what do you want?"

The smile on Cang Zhu's face gradually faded, and he said with deep eyes:

"I'm here to ask you to inherit Wu Peng's inheritance."

Si Chen fell silent, and after a while, he sneered and looked at Cang Zhu with a gloomy gaze.

"Are you a fool?"

As soon as the curse words came out, Cang Zhu was stunned, "Wu people, shouldn't be so vulgar."

"Fuck you, a witch! I'm no longer a witch, stupid!"

Sichen's feet passed through the light prison and kicked him to the ground.

"I'm a ghost now! It's the red-robed judge of the Yin Division!"

"Guwazi, pretend to be a ghost and say a few words, think I will be led by your nose?"

"Wait here to die wrapped in your rotten flesh!"

The minister looked at him contemptuously, turned and walked out.

When the door was about to be opened, Cang Zhu's slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind, revealing a bit of paranoid madness:

"I'm dying, a real death!"

"After the Heavenly Punishment, there are not many Wu clan still alive, except for me, there are not many left!"

"You must become Wu Peng! Sichen, you must complete your own mission!!"

The corner of Shi Chen's mouth twitched.

Looking back, there are still only those two words: "Han batch!"

He stepped out the door, and darkness enveloped the room again.

...

The people in Tsing Yi have been in the outer room, and they all know exactly what happened in the house.

Was the past that Sichen experienced four thousand years ago like that?

Tsing Yi looked at the red-robed boy who came out of the house. The baby face was exactly the same as when he died. The time of the minister had long stopped at the moment when Tian Zhu came.

The red robe on his body is still bright.

That was the blood left behind by the people he slaughtered in order to attract Heavenly Punishment, thousands of people...

Even if those people have been tortured by the witch clan to become inhuman existences, they are still alive...

This **** debt was carried by the minister on behalf of the Wu clan.

After coming out of the room, the tyranny of Si Chen subsided a little bit.

When he walked to Tsing Yi and the others and sat down, the wicked woman was rarely considerate and poured him a cup of tea.

Si Chen took a sip and frowned, "Why is it cold?"

The wicked woman raised her eyebrows, took the teacup and poured it over again, holding her hands on the teacup for a while longer.

Si Chen drank it in one gulp, "Ah... pooh pooh! This is so boiling water, you're going to burn me to death!"

Xiao Jue and Mo Chi didn't even look at him, Tsing Yi snorted.

The eyes of the three are surprisingly consistent, revealing the same message: Are you itchy?

Si Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, put the teacup back, was silent for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "Damn that guy."

"I know." Tsing Yi picked up her teacup and drank it lightly, "I'm surprised that you can hold back."

She thought that the minister would go berserk, and even if he didn't go berserk, he would go crazy.

The three of them were sitting outside, and the posture of cleaning up the mess was already in place.

As a result, the kid went in and went crazy for a short time, and then came out calmly.

Compared to the appearance of the Wu clan every time he mentioned it before, he was considered extremely calm and restrained.

The child is mature...

Si Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, "Don't look at Lao Tzu with the eyes you look at Chu Ziyu."

Tsing Yi sneered, "Little brat."

When Sichen died, he was only eighteen years old.

The same age as Chu Ziyu.

Even though he has been an old ghost for more than 4,000 years, he still has the heart of a teenager.

This is the case with ghosts, time is forever stagnant at the moment when life dies.

No matter how different the Wu people are, they cannot change the fact that they are human beings.

"The Cangshu is very cunning, he will bring it to the door by himself, it may be a trick of Yinchi."

Si Chen was silent for a moment and then said, "But Qiu Yu still needs him right now. Since it's delivered to the door, then drain his last value and kill him!"

Tsing Yi didn't say a word, and glanced at his man and Mo Chi, and the two of them left under the pretext of understanding.

In the courtyard, only Tsing Yi and Si Chen were left.

"What did you think about the last thing that guy said to you?"

"Becoming Wu Peng?" Si Chen sneered, "Or accept the so-called mission?"

Tsing Yi's eyes moved slightly, "Aren't you curious? What exactly is his so-called mission?"

Shi Chen fell silent.

curious? Naturally, there is, his heart is not as dismissive as it is on the face.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

The appearance of Cangshu clearly shows that there is a problem.

He was worried that his rash actions would be led by Cang Zhu, but he would fall into Yin Chi's scheme and implicate Tsing Yi and the others.

"Where is the decisiveness when you and the Wu clan perished together?" Tsing Yi sneered, reaching out as if to pat him on the forehead.

Halfway through, he slowed down his strength, and moved the top of his head like he usually moves a cat.

"You are no longer the little sheep who was frightened with **** and urine and surrounded by wolves."

"What's there to worry about, just do it with drastic measures!"

Si Chen pursed his lips and turned his head to look at her: "Even if I selfishly want to kill Cang Zhu immediately? In that case, Qiu Yu will be helpless."

"Kill then kill." Tsing Yi said expressionlessly:

"Since Cangshu has the ability to separate the souls of Qiu Yu and Chu Ziling, it means that this is not an unsolved matter."

"He has this ability, why can't there be a second person with this ability?"

"Qiu Yu must be saved, but this is Xiao Jue and I's responsibility, it's not your turn to think about it."

Tsing Yi looked at him, "My dog ​​can only be wronged by me."

"You just want to avenge your revenge, and get rid of your hatred."

"The sky is pierced, and the old lady will bear it for you, the old lady can't stand it, and Xiao Jue will bear it for you!"

Tsing Yi said with a sneer: "Profound righteousness? That's not your character design."

Si Chen listened to her scolding-like relief, his nose could not help a little sore, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and muttered as if complaining:

"You wicked mother-in-law with her elbows turned inward, aren't you afraid that the old white face will blame you? Aren't you afraid that Zixiao will blame you? Aren't you afraid that Qiu Yu will blame you?"

"That's my mother's business, and it's not your turn to worry about it."

Tsing Yi stood up, slapped him on top of his head, and pressed down heavily.

"Do you know why you were released from Avici Hell in the first place?"

"Because I'm good-looking?" Si Chen laughed coldly at himself.

Tsing Yi smiled, "Well, it is indeed because of this."

When Abi Hell first met, the young man was covered in white clothes stained with blood, but his face was as clean as clear.

It is obvious that he is riddled with debts, but his heart is clean.

Not half-infested by darkness.

Si Chen couldn't help rolling his eyes, what a crux of the matter, this old ghost is still joking.

"Your red robe has never faded for so many years. It's because you can't pay off those blood debts, or you can't let go of that obsession."

Tsing Yi said softly: "The time of the ministers of the Wu tribe has stagnated, and the time of the ministers of the Yin can flow again."

"Whether you are a person or a ghost, you should not be hampered by the past."

Tsing Yi looked down at him, "I always feel that you should look better when you wear white clothes."

May you break the past.

May you cut off your obsessions.

May you come back again, still the boy in white.

[Author's digression]: This chapter has 3,000 words. Although there are only four chapters today, the number of words is guaranteed to be 10,000.