While Xiaobao's calmness made everyone feel relieved, he couldn't help but sigh how heavy Chu Yue's weight in the child's heart.

So much so that it exceeded the devil's attack.

But even though Xiaobao calmed down, he still held his head with both hands.

He was trapped in his own world and never wanted to go out.

He is in reincarnation every moment, and he stages the scenes he sees from the Thousand-Section Divine Scroll in his mind.

Each frame is like a nightmare.

He saw the strange beast biting his mother's body, saw the sword slashing on his mother's body, and saw his mother fall into a madness in devilishness and vomiting blood.

He also saw that the people in Dongli City had gray faces written on their faces.

The ruins of the country and the family are destroyed.

My mother is his mother and the God of War in the Kingdom of Shenwu.

He wanders, wanders, and shouts between selfishness and selflessness.

But no one heard his crying voice.

Only in the dark abyss, a little light emerged to guide him.

In the light, a tempting sound was made:

"Ye Chen, come on, this world is hopeless, this world is full of devastation, come on the depravity, come on hell, come on the sinking with me. Your mother is waiting for you to salvation in hell."

“…”

The voice continued to delude him.

Xiaobao wanted to walk to the abyss and grab the sound.

But whenever he was about to approach and was about to be swallowed by the abyss that turned into light, his mother's voice always sounded in his ears:

"My little baby will be a great hero in the future."

How can a hero fall into depravity?

Xiaobao put away his feet and moved backwards.

When his mind collapsed, the sound in the abyss sounded again.

He walked forward and searched.

In a blink of an eye, the distance was widened again at the critical moment.

Xiaobao is like walking in and out of the gate of hell again and again.

Although he is young, he knows it too.

Once he falls and sells his soul to others, he will no longer be able to make the mother of the God of War and the Dad of the Emperor.

"Ahhhh!"

Xiaobao howled in pain: "Don't shout, don't shout, I won't go, I won't go to hell, my mother doesn't like it, my father doesn't like it, don't let me go, I won't go, my mother won't like it

Don't shout, don't."

Xiaobao covered his ears and screamed in vain.

Chu Yue hugged him tightly.

The power of Shennong cannot save the current Xiaobao.

"The baby already has a heart demon." The old man said justice: "But, this heart demon is a little strange, not like an ordinary heart demon."

"It was someone who led him into a devil."

Ye Mohan lowered his head and looked at Xiaobao with a deep look.

Gradually, the slaughtering spirit that had been preserved for 90,000 years in his eyes appeared in his eyes!

...

At the same time, the Tianfu royal family.

The magnificent palace is luxurious and gorgeous, and it is engraved with the rich and noble spirit of the world.

The palace is ventilated on all sides, and the light gauze is erected with jade.

The sound of silk and bamboo, singing and dancing brings peace.

The dancer with a slender and soft waist is dressed in a tulle dress, and her graceful figure is looming, revealing all kinds of charm during the twisting.

With his charming eyes, he looked at Wen Renjue, the little royal prince lying on the imperial concubine's couch with affection.

Wen Renjue cut off his right arm and covered his body with a dark blue velvet blanket.

The maid either knelt on the ground to pour wine for him, or stood beside the couch to fan him.

There are also people who are leaning in his arms to tease him.

Although Wen Renjue looked enjoyable, he always thought of his humiliation of breaking his arm, and he wanted to kill Ye Chuyue quickly.

Wen Renjue grabbed the woman in her arms and grabbed her tightly, pressing her under her body. He did the romance of the woman, regardless of the fact that there were still people around him.

The maids seemed to be used to it, and they were no longer surprised. They continued to do their own jobs.

Wen Renjue buried his head and bit the maid's neck.

Blood overflowed from his lips and teeth, but the maid didn't even dare to exclaim, for fear of angering Wen Renjue.

"Call me, call me."

Wen Renjue wanted to see a woman in a frightened look.

He put women into Ye Chuyue's appearance, as if he was a domineering winner.

He was so sad that he could only seek a moment of comfort from this.

The sound of agile and steady footsteps suddenly rang out.

The visitor was his brother, the eldest son of the royal family, and the King of Anjin Wenrenyan!

Wen Renyan frowned when he saw the messy spring scenery in the room and his momentum dissipated.

The maids knelt on the ground and bowed and kowtowed.

"Get out."

Wen Renyan shook his purple-gold auspicious robe, and the maids kowtowed repeatedly, and then fled in panic.

Only one maid was left unable to move and was still suppressed by Wen Renjue.

Wen Renyan stopped in front of the imperial concubine's couch and looked down at the little prince coldly.

"Brother Wang, you are here."

Wen Renjue raised his head from the maid's neck, and there were also bright red and sticky blood stains on the other party's mouth.

He smiled and said, "Do you want to be together?"

"Ba"

Wen Renyan slapped Wen Renjue hard on the face, slapped Wen Renjue and fell to the ground.

The maid grabbed the tulle and covered it with her body.

"roll."

Wenrenyan is so indifferent.

The maid ran away with red eyes and ran away in panic.

"You haven't learned your lesson about the Jiuding Gate yet. Have you told you that you should not provoke Ye Chuyue? Why do you have to go to the North City? There are also magicians, Wenren.

Jue, what do you want to do?" Wen Renyan shouted in a low voice.

"You don't let me touch Ye Chuyue because you are still thinking about Mu Fengming, who is poor, right?"

Wen Renjue simply sat on the ground in a mess and sneered: "Brother Wang, you are still unchanged. You shouldn't really wait for her, right?"

"What did you do?"

Wen Renyan stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Renjue's neck: "Say—"

Wen Renjue stared at him, refused to speak, and did not believe that Brother Wang would really kill him.

But the opponent's strength became stronger and stronger, and he was one step away from the Gate of Ghost.

"I... say..."

He didn't dare to endure it.

Wen Renyan let go of his hand and glanced at him.

Wen Renjue turned his head and looked elsewhere, saying, "I ordered the North to make the detailed informant, let the magician bring the Qianxing Divine Scroll into the North Station, and lure the sons of Ye Chuyue and Ye Mohan into their hearts.

Demon, that child can definitely resist the magical art. Once he signs a soul-selling contract with the magician, he will be our puppet. Then we can use the emperor to command the princes and let Ye Chuyue and Ye Mohan make us

If they work hard, will they not even care about their own son? It’s just that the child is incredibly strong and difficult to break through, but it’s too fast. I don’t want to alert the enemy, so I keep him at the post station and then slowly look at him, after all, he has

If the Emperor's bloodline fails to break through his inner demon and take him away, he will lose the overall situation."

"Bang!"

Wen Renyan slapped the little prince in the face again and again.

"What a kid, can you do it too?"

Wen Renyan stretched out his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Give me the method of resolving the mantra, I will send it to the northern border."


Chapter completed!