5633. Chapter 5633 The Lover of the Male Father's Father (35)

Ling Sheng can even calculate Heavenly Dao adults and theirs, let alone a son of luck who has not grown up?

"Don't worry, I'll wait for him to start the sacrifice ceremony and let him suffer the consequences."

[The host is great, I went to find that system. 】

"Go ahead."

Everything understood the truth, Tang Guo was not afraid that Xiao Tongzi would alarm Ling Sheng if he went to find that system. The current Ling Sheng is just an ordinary person, and it is really easy to kill him. But she still hoped that Ling Sheng would die of backlash, and backlash could make him suffer.

Even if the system Yuan Jiu researched for Ling Sheng was very advanced, it could not resist that Xiao Tongzi was a system that could evolve in the first generation, and almost no system at the current level could match it. So, he quickly found the existence of that system.

Without waiting for the other party to react, he swallowed it.

Anyway, after swallowing it, he can get all the information of the other party. After digesting the garbage system, he had no intention of leaving, and stayed in Ling Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness for the time being.

"You dig my spiritual roots and let go of the creatures in this world." Ling Kechen's eyes were dark, and there was a faint prayer in his eyes, "They all say that my spiritual roots are good, if you have my spiritual roots, you can cultivate. , Immortal, why do evil."

He is not great, just because he participated in this incident and is an accomplice. The thought of the whole world being sacrificed for this made him feel unforgivable.

Even if the chances of Ling Sheng agreeing are very small, he still wants to try.

"Why didn't you say this in your last life?" Ling Sheng smiled grimly, "In other words, now that you are in my hands, it is not your decision whether to dig your spiritual roots or not. You are not qualified to use this as a condition."

Ling Kechen instantly became decadent, yes, now he is not qualified to negotiate conditions with this devil.

"For your own selfishness, let all living beings sacrifice, can you really be ruthless?" Ling Kechen tried to awaken Ling Sheng's conscience, but unfortunately it was in vain.

Now Ling Sheng just wants to be detached from everything, all creatures are just ants.

Does a powerful and detached existence care about the life and death of the mere ants?

"The moon is in the sky, the best time has come." Ling Sheng said suddenly, Ling Kechen followed Ling Sheng's gaze and looked up.

Only then did I find that there were some places left on it. There were no tiles, and it was facing the night sky. At this time, the moon above could be seen from this position.

The moonlight shone down, and it happened to fall on Ling Kechen's body.

Ling Sheng pressed one of the armrests on the seat, and in front of Ling Kechen, a pill stove was suddenly raised.

Ling Kechen also discovered at this time that he moved uncontrollably. He walked to the box containing the big demon treasure and threw all the same things into the pill furnace.

Below the Dan furnace, a raging fire is burning.

He really wanted to control his behavior, but unfortunately he had no choice but to watch his body do what he wanted to resist without his consent.

He vaguely knew the purpose of Ling Sheng's actions. If he did such a thing, he would obviously be attacked. Ling Sheng used him to prevent disasters.

Sure enough, he shouldn't expect Ling Sheng to have compassion for the world.

As the four demons' items were put into the Pill Stove, Ling Sheng continued to control Ling Kechen, Ling Kechen had to hold the pen, stained with bright red blood, and drew a pattern he couldn't understand in the house. These patterns are ferocious and terrifying. Just looking at them makes people feel dizzy and uncomfortable. He even feels pain from the blood and the ties from blood relatives.

Is this the blood of his relatives? His brothers and sisters?

It's a pity that he can't even open his eyes now, and his body is completely out of his control.

When the last stroke was left, he involuntarily cut his finger and made up the last stroke.

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