Xi Jiuye suddenly sat up, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

The dream was so real that my heart ached like a thorn.

Xi Jiuye looked at his palm subconsciously, and found that the magic pills were still in his hand.

"Lord God, are you okay?"

When they learned that Xi Jiuye was injured, Fang Zun was already waiting there.

"How is Lan'er's health?" Xi Jiuye turned over and got off the bed. The injury on his back had long since healed.

He is a god-given body. No matter how serious the injury is, it will only take some time to heal.

Injuries to the body can be healed, but how to heal the wounds in the heart?

Even he himself couldn't figure out why he still didn't want to think about it after so many years.

Sometimes, he even thought that if Ye Lingyue were not the daughter of Ye Beiming and Yun Sheng, maybe he would love her.

Or maybe he would have fallen in love with Ye Lingyue without meeting Lan'er first.

Love is hard to achieve when hatred comes first, and it was only because of this mixed feeling of love and hate that he lost his temper towards the Earthly Lord today.

Xi Jiuye couldn't help but smile bitterly. He found a clean jade bottle and collected the pills.

"Reporting to the Lord God, Concubine Lan's body is still very weak. I wonder if the Lord God has found the golden seed."

That Fang Zun didn't dare to ask for the divine elixir again. He could see that the Lord was very precious to those pills and would even take them with him when sleeping. If the concubine of the gods knew about this, I'm afraid it would be a disaster.

Getting annoyed again.

Earlier, Xi Jiuye would rather travel thousands of miles to find the golden seed than hand over the few magic pills. For this reason, Lan Chuchu even started a fire in the palace, and it was not he and his attendants who suffered.

"Let's leave the matter of the golden seed here. I ask you, is it possible to change the symptoms of Lan'er and the weak fetus in her belly as long as she has the flesh and blood of God and refines it into a pill?"

Xi Jiuye asked.

"Yes, but I'm afraid that ordinary flesh and blood of the main god level will not work. It must be of noble blood," Fang Zunzun was talking when he saw Xi Jiuye lift up his sleeves and reveal his strong arms.

He was startled, and he made a bold guess in his mind. Could it be the Lord God? He was going to

"In that case, use my flesh and blood to refine the magic pill that Lan'er takes."

He is a descendant of the ancient gods, possessing a divine body that is rare in the divine world, and his flesh and blood can naturally refine divine elixirs.

"Master Shenzun, this is absolutely impossible. Master Shenzun, you obviously have it." The Fangzun's words were stuck in his throat.

The flesh and blood of God is not an ordinary thing.

For a true god with pure blood, a body of flesh and blood is like his own cultivation.

If you throw away one piece, your vitality will be severely damaged.

The Northern God is now a God of War general in the God Realm. It is the time to make achievements. If he sacrifices his own flesh and blood at this time, his cultivation will definitely be damaged.

But Fang Zun did not dare to say what he advised.

The look in Xi Jiuye's eyes made him feel that if he said one more word, he would be killed.

"Let's do it."

Xi Jiuye motioned for Fang Zun to take action.

"Lord God, would you like to take some anesthetics?"

That Fang Zun asked fearfully.

He is also experienced and has treated many gods. Those who looked tough, but when they cut their flesh to treat injuries, the pain would make them cry for their parents, or they would faint and die.

He didn't want to be punished afterwards.

But after Fang Zun finished speaking, Xi Jiuye still didn't answer.

For some reason, he felt that the Lord God was in a bad mood after returning this time.

Fang Zun had no choice but to bite the bullet, took out a dagger with trembling hands, and cut off a piece of flesh from Xi Jiuye's hand.

When the knife penetrated the skin and cut off the person's flesh alive, even a person like Xi Jiuye who had experienced countless life and death on the battlefield couldn't help but tense up.

He could feel the pain of the cold knife cutting off his flesh.

“This is what it feels like to be cut to pieces by a thousand cuts.”

Xi Jiuye said suddenly.

That Fang Zun was so frightened that he fell to his knees and kept kowtowing.

He had already tried his best to draw the sword and was almost accurate, but the Lord God was still angry.

"Lord God, spare your life. I am doing this just to save the concubine and her fetus."

"You haven't done anything wrong. What are you afraid of? I'm just asking. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be cut to pieces by a thousand cuts, nine hundred and ninety-nine cuts."

Xi Jiuye closed his eyes, hiding the messy thoughts in his eyes.

It turns out that "she" suffered so much pain back then.

But why, at that time, she didn't even ask for mercy.

If "she" could call him "Brother Jiuye" like Lan'er, he might not treat "her" like that.

It's just that Ye Lingyue will always be Ye Lingyue, she is not Lan Chuchu.

Xi Jiuye received thirteen blows before Fang Zun stopped.

"Refining these flesh and blood into elixirs, don't tell Lan'er, that's my flesh and blood. If you talk too much, you will know the consequences."

Xi Jiuye waved his hand.

That Fang Zun hurriedly carried the small plate of flesh and blood and left the temple as if running for his life.

There was deathly silence in the temple.

The attendants also knew that Xi Jiuye was in a bad mood, and no one dared to come in and disturb him.

Xi Jiuye sat there, looking at the missing piece of his arm, the flesh and blood gradually drying up and forming scars.

It's just a pair of eyes, Ye Lingyue, this name and this person. One day, he will completely dig out all the memories about her, like rotten flesh on a wound.

At that time, it was also the time for him to kill the enemy who killed his father in a single act of shame.

Inside the Northern Shrine.

After pretending to be sick for several days, Lan Chuchu finally waited for Fang Zun who came to revive her.

"How about it"

Lan Chuchu also knew that Xi Jiuye had gone out to look for the golden seed these days. Although she was a little unhappy, she was also looking forward to the thought that she could possess the golden seed and gain new divine power.

"Holy Concubine, the golden seed was not found, but the Lord God gave you these magical elixirs."

That Fang Zun handed the bottle of newly refined magic elixir to Lan Chuchu.

When she first heard that the golden seed had not been found, Lan Chuchu was a little unhappy, but when she saw the fragrant magic pills, her worries suddenly turned into joy.

"It's really the magic pill. Jiuye gave it to me for the sake of me and my children. In his mind, I am always more important than that bitch Ye Lingyue."

Lan Chuchu's face was filled with ecstasy, but Fang Zun didn't dare to say a word.

He couldn't tell Lan Chuchu that the magic pill had been stolen.

Lan Chuchu swallowed the pill and suddenly felt a warm divine power in her body, warming her whole body.

"As expected of the flesh and blood of that bitch, haha, Medical Buddha Yun Sheng, Eight Desolate Gods Ye Beiming, don't you all want to make me look stupid and embarrass me? If you know that your precious daughter's flesh and blood has been eaten by me,

It must be so painful that you don’t want to live.”

Lan Chuchu laughed loudly. The laughter was very harsh and reverberated in the palace. It was so loud that in the corner, the bamboo leaves of the big pots of Tiangang Bamboo trembled, and traces of black air invisible to the naked eye appeared in the corner. The palace was filled with excitement.

~Cut him, the abuse has just begun. Is Mr. Monthly Ticket already asleep? Please help~
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