Therefore, this is not Muyan’s dream.

Rather, it is too illusory.

This is a dream-like and illusory... small world created by Muyan!

Di Mingjue had no time to marvel at how much Muyan could create such a small world that looked fake and real.

What he is more concerned about at the moment is, what is hidden in this small world?

Where is Muyan's soul?

…

His consciousness swept through the row of houses behind the woman and finally stopped in a dilapidated house.

There was the scent of a young woman there.

No, not just one, but two.

But the other one is very small and weak, attached to the woman.

That's...a fetus!

Di Mingjue's heart sank for some reason, and he subconsciously wanted to take a look at the condition of the young pregnant woman.

And the greedy woman had already taken the gold coin, turned around and walked back into the house.

As he walked, he yelled: "Have you prepared all the scissors and food boxes you prepared? Why are you taking so long? I wonder if your nobles are in a hurry to get the goods? If you continue to delay, that little bitch will wake up!"

Soon, several figures emerged from the kitchen, all heading towards the broken house.

"Mom, don't worry, what if she wakes up? That little bitch has her hands and feet tied up by us, and she has no cultivation. How can she escape from our hands?"

"I really didn't expect that the fetus in that little bitch's belly could be sold for such a high price? Mother, do you think we should find more men for that little bitch and raise more babies? When the time comes, we will

Nothing..."

Several people laughed excitedly.

While discussing the cruel things, he excitedly and eagerly opened the door of the broken house, without any trace of guilt or fear on his face.

When the door opened, Di Mingjue finally saw the scene in the room clearly.

At this glance, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The anger in his chest almost burned away all his sanity.

Even the entire Taixu illusion began to tremble and collapse because it could not bear his anger.

"Chichichichichi——!!" The little yellow chicken was so frightened that he hid in Di Mingjue's arms, "Daddy, help me, mommy, help me, it's about to collapse, I can't sleep anymore!!"

The yellow demonic sound pierced his ears, causing Di Mingjue's almost shattered sanity to slowly return after being burned.

He clenched his hands into fists, closed his eyes, and told himself over and over again that he couldn't lose control, so he suppressed the surging anger.

This is the illusion of Taixu created by Muyan.

It's fake!

He must not destroy this small world, otherwise Muyan will really be hopeless.

But the scene in front of him made his eyes bloodshot every time he looked at it, making him almost unable to control himself.

In the messy dilapidated house, a thin and frail girl's belly was bulging high.

Her thin hands and feet were tied tightly to the bedpost.

That girl is Muyan!

It was Mu Yan who was carrying the little treasure, so fragile, so young, so helpless.

The few people who entered the door approached her with greedy and cruel faces, took out scissors and cut off her clothes.

The girl suddenly woke up at this moment.

Seeing this scene, a look of horror appeared on his face.

She cried and begged, and struggled desperately, but she could only watch as these people cut open her stomach with knives.

The severe pain caused her to faint and wake up again and again.

From pleading and crying at the beginning, to despair and resentment later.

She looked at everyone in front of her with hatred in her eyes, and there was a murderous intent in her eyes.
Chapter completed!