North of Jianling City, a bustling neighborhood.
Even though it was late at night, the streets were still full of cars and people. All kinds of neon lights are hung high, giving the whole street a different kind of fascination.
You can see couples hugging each other on the streets everywhere, amidst the hustle and bustle of midnight, dotted with a little bit of sweet charm.
Looking at the couples in love, Shen Yiyan couldn't help but pause for a moment. The envy in his eyes concealed the pain and loss in his heart.
Not daring to stay too long, she glanced at Bing Chen and Ling Xuan cautiously, and Shen Yiyan quickly quickened her pace.
The next moment, a warm big hand gently grasped her Rouyi. Shen Yiyan's delicate body trembled, and when she saw Qian Mo's slightly red cheeks, a touch of pink appeared on her face, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Seeing this, Ling Xuan quickly stepped forward and walked in front of them. There was a hint of complexity in her eyes, and she sighed secretly.
"Xuan'er!"
Shen Yiyan grabbed Ling Xuan's wrist, carefully broke away from Bing Chen's big hand, smiled apologetically, and then trotted away while pulling Ling Xuan.
"Yi Yan, you?" Ling Xuan asked in a panic.
"I am content if he has me in his heart. We are destined to be destined but not meant to be together." Shen Yiyan said with a bitter tone.
"Brother, he..."
Ling Xuan wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, Ling Xuan didn't know how to speak. Too many words will hurt Shen Yiyan even more. She can't bear it, let alone not want to.
"Xuan'er, Bingchen has you in his heart. Please accompany him well in the days to come." Shen Yiyan said softly.
Ling Xuan blushed and quickly turned her head away.
Private Flower Pavilion was one of the destinations of Bingchen and the others. According to Shen Yiyan, this place was set up by Zhou Zhihuang's cauldron to help him absorb the essence of strong men for his cultivation.
The first floor of the Private Flower Pavilion is a ballroom covering an area of thousands of square meters. It stays up almost all night. Dozens of seductive girls in various costumes walk through the hall, providing various kinds of entertainment to hundreds of guests who are having a passionate carnival. Serve.
Taking Bing Chen and Ling Xuan with them, the three of them crossed the first and second floors directly and arrived at the door of the largest private room on the third floor.
"Come to think of it, that woman is doing something disgraceful." Shen Yiyan said with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.
Hearing this, Ling Xuan immediately blushed and took a few steps back subconsciously.
"Oh, I forgot, our Xuan'er is still a yellow flower girl."
After giving Shen Yiyan a hard look, Ling Xuan gritted her teeth and snorted.
"Let's go, it's not what you think. Although Zhou Zhihuang is disgusting, he won't let his woman behave with other men."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yiyan pushed the door open and walked in.
"Want to die?"
A shout came, and following the sound, I saw a scantily clad woman sitting cross-legged on a large bed in the room. He performed kneading with one hand, while the other hand grasped the head of a strong man wearing big pants lying in front of him.
However, as soon as the woman finished speaking, her embroidered eyebrows wrinkled slightly, with a look of vigilance on her face. Immediately afterwards, the woman jumped up to the bedside and pressed her finger directly towards a red dot.
"snort!"
Shen Yiyan hummed softly, raised her hand, and was about to insert a fine needle, but she saw that Bing Chen was already one step ahead of her. A trace of cold air shot out instantly, and before the woman touched the red dot, her movements suddenly froze.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yu Chuxia, haven't you always ignored me? Why are you so afraid of me today?" Shen Yiyan mocked.
Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment appeared on the face of the woman named Yu Chuxia, but she immediately hid it and acted obediently, saying, "What did Yi Yan say? We sisters don't get along well." Isn’t it always pleasant?”
"Yeah?"
When he said this, Bingchen and the others had already arrived beside Yu Chuxia.
Glancing at the young man who had lost his vitality, Shen Yiyan raised Yu Chuxia's delicate chin frivolously and joked: "You are really good at this little vixen, one every day, right? No wonder Zhou Zhihuang dotes on you so much."
Forcing herself to smile awkwardly, Yu Chuxia tried her best to appear well-behaved and friendly, but in fact, she had already greeted all the eighteen generations of Shen Yiyan's ancestors in her heart.
"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk to you. You know my current situation and the purpose of coming here today. I guess you can guess it." Shen Yiyan's tone suddenly turned cold and said.
Yu Chuxia's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly made a pitiful look and said, "Yi Yan, you can't do this to me. We are both miserable women, so why should we hurt each other."
"snort!"
Shen Yiyan snorted coldly, and the dagger immediately unsheathed, swaying slightly in front of Yu Chuxia's eyes for a few times, reflecting a cold light.
Seeing the coldness in Shen Yiyan's expression and the murderous intent in his eyes, and feeling the coldness of the dagger touching his face, Yu Chuxia's heart sank to the bottom, and her eyes were full of panic.
"Yi Yan, don't, don't do this, please, please let me go." Yu Chuxia begged with tears in her eyes.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Yiyan's mouth, and he said in a cold voice: "Let you go? Okay, for the sake of being a sister, I will give you a chance."
As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Yu Chuxia quickly showed a smile that was uglier than crying. But before she could say anything flattering, Shen Yiyan's next sentence swallowed up what she was about to say.
"Call everyone who belongs to Zhou Zhihuang here, don't play any tricks."
"What are you going to do!" Yu Chuxia said with a vigilant look.
"snort!"
Shen Yiyan snorted coldly, and a wisp of blood immediately flowed down Yu Chuxia's cheek, scaring her into shutting up.
A few minutes later, eight monks with varying levels of spiritual cultivation gathered in the room. Most of them were only at the second or third level of the spiritual realm. The one with the highest cultivation level was a middle-aged man who had reached the fourth level of the spiritual realm.
"Boss Yu, why did you call us all here?"
"Chu Xia, do you have any instructions?"
"Hey, boss, what's wrong with you? Why do you look a little bad?"
After hearing this, the eight monks noticed that Yu Chuxia seemed to have never said a word or moved since they came in, and everyone suddenly became wary.
However, at this moment, several ice needles that were almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly shot through the air. Except for the fourth-level Naling monk who dodged at the critical moment, the other seven people froze instantly.
"who!"
With a loud shout, the fourth-level Naling monk immediately unsheathed his sword and retreated sharply. However, before he could retreat to the door, a figure holding a long sword appeared strangely, blocking his way.
"Naling fifth level!"
His pupils shrank, but he couldn't care so much. The monk swung his sword, intending to strike first and repel Ling Xuan.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, the Ningshuang Sword pulled out a sword flower, and then there was a crisp sound, and the tip of the sword flew out.
With a look of horror on his face, the fourth-level Naling cultivator retreated decisively, kicked his feet fiercely, and rushed toward the balcony.
However, as soon as he took a step, his waist suddenly hurt, and then his whole body went numb quickly, and he fell to the ground with a thud. He was shocked and immediately burst out his spiritual power crazily. However, he was horrified to find that his spiritual power was not functioning smoothly, and his muscles and veins were being frozen at an extremely fast speed.
"Hey, it seems that with the current level of cultivation, the number of Ice Soul Mysterious Needles that can be fired at one time should not exceed three." Bing Chen appeared in front of everyone and said as if talking to himself.
With a flash of his body, Bing Chen came to the third-level monk Yi Na Ling, grabbed his shoulder, and punched him out.
Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the man immediately collapsed to the ground, his body bent like a shrimp. Then he immediately looked at the other person. In his frightened eyes, he also grabbed his shoulder and punched him.
Within a few breaths, all eight people fell to the ground, wailing continuously, and blood sprayed all over the ground. Even among them there were several delicate-looking women who did not escape the claws of ice dust.
"Blood Alchemy!"
Bingchen grabbed the head of one of them and shouted.
A faint blood mist seeped out from the body, and a shrill scream rang out. The man shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin quickly lost its luster and wrinkled, and his hair turned pale in a few breaths.
A few minutes later, with a dull thud, the man was thrown to the ground.
There is no longer any vitality, the face is ferocious, and the eyes are scarlet and protruding. His whole body was already soaked with dark red blood, as if all his blood had seeped out of his body, dyeing a large area around him scarlet. The whole person looks like a mummy that has been dead for a long time. The body is shriveled and one can only roughly identify its appearance during life.
Looking at a dim blood soul pill in his hand, Bing Chen's eyes were filled with strange excitement, and his eyes were colder than before.
"ah!"
A scream came, but Yu Chuxia's beautiful face turned pale and her whole body was trembling.
Not only her, but Shen Yiyan on the side was also interested, looking at Bing Chen with disbelief and even a hint of fear.
In order to collect essence for Zhou Zhihuang, she herself had killed people, and many people died at her hands, but she had never tortured people to death in such a bloody way. Even when sucking a man's essence, he would stun him first and try to minimize his pain with a guilty attitude. But now, she suddenly felt that the current Bing Chen was a little strange, and he was no longer the person she knew before.
Ling Xuan frowned slightly, but then sighed softly. Bingchen's character changed drastically at this time. She knew it must be because of the Blood Soul Skill, but she was not worried. She believed that Lan Youmeng would not see Bingchen lose his character.
He glanced at Yu Chuxia lightly, with an evil smile on his lips, which scared Yu Chuxia into shutting up and not daring to make any more noise. But the trembling of her delicate body became more obvious, and her eyes were completely occupied by fear.
"Don't panic, it's not your turn yet." Bing Chen said with an evil smile.
Hearing this, Yu Chuxia's face suddenly turned pale, she tightly covered her red lips, and two lines of tears flowed out at once.
"No, don't kill me!"
"Please, don't kill...ah..."
Ignoring the man's prayers, Bing Chen once again grabbed the other man's head.
"I smell the strong smell of blood on your hands, you all deserve to die." Bing Chen said with an evil look on his face.
Half an hour later, playing with eight Blood Soul Pills, Bing Chen came to Yu Chuxia with scarlet eyes.
Plop!
Yu Chuxia knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, her delicate body trembling violently, her face turned pale, and then a pool of water flowed out from under her body.
A pampered woman, even though she had killed many men, Yu Chuxia had never seen such a bloody scene. Compared with Zhou Zhihuang, the person in front of him is simply a devil. Although Zhou Zhihuang also likes to kill, he is not one-tenth as good as this person.
"Spare me, spare me!"
"I can do whatever you want, I don't want to die, please!"
"Master, master, you treat me like a bitch. I can provide you with essence. Please don't kill me..."
Yu Chuxia kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, not caring about the blood on her forehead. Even Shen Yiyan couldn't bear to see it.
"I'll spare you, okay, you're still of some use now."
As if she was amnesty, Yu Chuxia quickly hugged Bingchen's calf. He wiped away the tears on his face and tried to look well-behaved. Coupled with his unstoppable tears and fearful eyes, people couldn't help but feel pity for him when they saw him.
Squatting down and raising his delicate chin, Bingchen smiled evilly and said, "Be obedient and satisfy me. Maybe you won't have to die."
Yu Chuxia nodded quickly and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
Immediately, Bingchen took out an electronic light card and handed it to Yu Chuxia.
"Transfer all the money to this account, then go pack up and get the necessary things. I'll give you half an hour."
