Chapter 33
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Numerous soldiers armed with weapons appeared in the dense and narrow alleys.
Despised and disgusted eyes shot from the roofs, windows, and alleys of the buildings on both sides, converging on the lone figure standing in the heart of the street.
Dongcheng City Lord Huan Shengjie walked out of the street at the other end, with a Chinese character face(囧), a burly figure, and a majestic appearance. He looked like a just and awe-inspiring leader.
“You, murderous demon, you dare to come to my Spring City? As the master of the city, I will never allow a demon like you to stay. You will hurt the lives of people in the city.”
Ye Peitian raised his head to look at him, and his ice-like eyes showed through the shadow. He broke his wrist without saying a word, and the yellow sand began to appear in the air.
Everyone was nervous, and even Huan Shengjie stuttered.
“Don’t be afraid, I will leave you your whole body corpse today,” the cold voice of the demon seemed to come from hell.
The yellow sand filled the alley, and it became darker.
The lonely demon in the sand dust was standing in the heart of the street, surrounded by the rolling yellow sand.
The light of the power illuminated everywhere, and it was mixed in the dark dust with screams.
The man in the white shirt at the street was the aid that Huan Shengjie paid a huge price for.
The head of the Qilin Legion, Xin Ziming, was the highest-ranking existence among the saints in human spiritual ability.
Many people in front of him and behind him surrounded him while protecting him either explicitly or implicitly. A saint with defensive ability propped up a small protective cover for him alone.
In the wild sand storm, Xin Ziming stood unmoved. The sand upset his forehead and collar. The man’s eyes became silver and white, and the huge silver eye suspended in the air slowly changed faintly. Splendid, he met the demons in the yellow sand.
The scene in front of Ye Peitian disappeared again.
He found himself in a bright laboratory.
There was only a pale operating table in the empty room.
A man with his hands and feet tied, his eyes covered and mouth closed was tightly tied to that experimental bench like a live fish unable to resist on a chopping board.
The researchers in white coats surrounded him indifferently and stretched out all kinds of horrible instruments to him cruelly.
The man on the bench was struggling, making a painful hiss from his throat, and the bandages covering his eyes were damp in the torture of inhumanity.
No one paid attention to his pain, and no one even regarded him as a person.
Ye Peitian looked at all this silently, and sneered, “Do you think I’m afraid to watch this?”
His pale fingers scratched the sky, the space was torn like a canvas. It quickly reorganized and switched to another scene.
Frame by frame and scene after scene, the scenes kept changing in front of him,
Ye Peitian looked at his painful and dark past indifferently.
He soberly knew that he was forced into the illusion created by the enemy. In this time and space, time seemed to pass slowly, but in reality, it was only a short moment.
As long as he was not immersed in any memory picture, these were just flashing dreams, and breaking it, the time outside would have hardly elapsed.
But if he was caught by any of the emotions and sank into it, he couldn’t extricate himself, and his real body would fall into the enemy’s attack without resistance. Perhaps till he was awake, he would have already been discharged by those people.
He looked like a passer-by through time and space, looking at the flowing pictures calmly.
It was all endless black, without any light,
Pale, dark, bloody, tortured, demon.
Suddenly a little light appeared in the dark, and in the hazy white light, turned a smiling face.
Ye Peitian froze at that moment and stopped.
The person turned around in the white light, stretched out her white and soft hand, and slowly touched his head.
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Numerous soldiers armed with weapons appeared in the dense and narrow alleys.
Despised and disgusted eyes shot from the roofs, windows, and alleys of the buildings on both sides, converging on the lone figure standing in the heart of the street.
Dongcheng City Lord Huan Shengjie walked out of the street at the other end, with a Chinese character face(囧), a burly figure, and a majestic appearance. He looked like a just and awe-inspiring leader.
“You, murderous demon, you dare to come to my Spring City? As the master of the city, I will never allow a demon like you to stay. You will hurt the lives of people in the city.”
Ye Peitian raised his head to look at him, and his ice-like eyes showed through the shadow. He broke his wrist without saying a word, and the yellow sand began to appear in the air.
Everyone was nervous, and even Huan Shengjie stuttered.
“Don’t be afraid, I will leave you your whole body corpse today,” the cold voice of the demon seemed to come from hell.
The yellow sand filled the alley, and it became darker.
The lonely demon in the sand dust was standing in the heart of the street, surrounded by the rolling yellow sand.
The light of the power illuminated everywhere, and it was mixed in the dark dust with screams.
The man in the white shirt at the street was the aid that Huan Shengjie paid a huge price for.
The head of the Qilin Legion, Xin Ziming, was the highest-ranking existence among the saints in human spiritual ability.
Many people in front of him and behind him surrounded him while protecting him either explicitly or implicitly. A saint with defensive ability propped up a small protective cover for him alone.
In the wild sand storm, Xin Ziming stood unmoved. The sand upset his forehead and collar. The man’s eyes became silver and white, and the huge silver eye suspended in the air slowly changed faintly. Splendid, he met the demons in the yellow sand.
The scene in front of Ye Peitian disappeared again.
He found himself in a bright laboratory.
There was only a pale operating table in the empty room.
A man with his hands and feet tied, his eyes covered and mouth closed was tightly tied to that experimental bench like a live fish unable to resist on a chopping board.
The researchers in white coats surrounded him indifferently and stretched out all kinds of horrible instruments to him cruelly.
The man on the bench was struggling, making a painful hiss from his throat, and the bandages covering his eyes were damp in the torture of inhumanity.
No one paid attention to his pain, and no one even regarded him as a person.
Ye Peitian looked at all this silently, and sneered, “Do you think I’m afraid to watch this?”
His pale fingers scratched the sky, the space was torn like a canvas. It quickly reorganized and switched to another scene.
Frame by frame and scene after scene, the scenes kept changing in front of him,
Ye Peitian looked at his painful and dark past indifferently.
He soberly knew that he was forced into the illusion created by the enemy. In this time and space, time seemed to pass slowly, but in reality, it was only a short moment.
As long as he was not immersed in any memory picture, these were just flashing dreams, and breaking it, the time outside would have hardly elapsed.
But if he was caught by any of the emotions and sank into it, he couldn’t extricate himself, and his real body would fall into the enemy’s attack without resistance. Perhaps till he was awake, he would have already been discharged by those people.
He looked like a passer-by through time and space, looking at the flowing pictures calmly.
It was all endless black, without any light,
Pale, dark, bloody, tortured, demon.
Suddenly a little light appeared in the dark, and in the hazy white light, turned a smiling face.
Ye Peitian froze at that moment and stopped.
The person turned around in the white light, stretched out her white and soft hand, and slowly touched his head.
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Numerous soldiers armed with weapons appeared in the dense and narrow alleys.Despised and disgusted eyes shot from the roofs, windows, and alleys of the buildings on both sides, converging on the lone figure standing in the heart of the street.Dongcheng City Lord Huan Shengjie walked out of the street at the other end, with a Chinese character face, a burly figure, and a majestic appearance. He looked like a just and awe-inspiring leader.You, murderous demon, you dare to come to my Spring City? As the master of the city, I will never allow a demon like you to stay. You will hurt the lives of people in the city.Ye Peitian raised his head to look at him, and his ice-like eyes showed through the shadow. He broke his wrist without saying a word, and the yellow sand began to appear in the air.Everyone was nervous, and even Huan Shengjie stuttered.Don't be afraid, I will leave you your whole body corpse today, the cold voice of the demon seemed to come from hell.The yellow sand filled the alley, and it became darker.The lonely demon in the sand dust was standing in the heart of the street, surrounded by the rolling yellow sand.The light of the power illuminated everywhere, and it was mixed in the dark dust with screams.The man in the white shirt at the street was the aid that Huan Shengjie paid a huge price for.The head of the Qilin Legion, Xin Ziming, was the highest-ranking existence among the saints in human spiritual ability.Many people in front of him and behind him surrounded him while protecting him either explicitly or implicitly. A saint with defensive ability propped up a small protective cover for him alone.In the wild sand storm, Xin Ziming stood unmoved. The sand upset his forehead and collar. The man's eyes became silver and white, and the huge silver eye suspended in the air slowly changed faintly. Splendid, he met the demons in the yellow sand.The scene in front of Ye Peitian disappeared again.He found himself in a bright laboratory.There was only a pale operating table in the empty room.A man with his hands and feet tied, his eyes covered and mouth closed was tightly tied to that experimental bench like a live fish unable to resist on a chopping board.The researchers in white coats surrounded him indifferently and stretched out all kinds of horrible instruments to him cruelly.The man on the bench was struggling, making a painful hiss from his throat, and the bandages covering his eyes were damp in the torture of inhumanity.No one paid attention to his pain, and no one even regarded him as a person.Ye Peitian looked at all this silently, and sneered, Do you think I'm afraid to watch this?His pale fingers scratched the sky, the space was torn like a canvas. It quickly reorganized and switched to another scene.Frame by frame and scene after scene, the scenes kept changing in front of him,Ye Peitian looked at his painful and dark past indifferently.He soberly knew that he was forced into the illusion created by the enemy. In this time and space, time seemed to pass slowly, but in reality, it was only a short moment.As long as he was not immersed in any memory picture, these were just flashing dreams, and breaking it, the time outside would have hardly elapsed.But if he was caught by any of the emotions and sank into it, he couldn't extricate himself, and his real body would fall into the enemy's attack without resistance. Perhaps till he was awake, he would have already been discharged by those people.He looked like a passer-by through time and space, looking at the flowing pictures calmly.It was all endless black, without any light,Pale, dark, bloody, tortured, demon.Suddenly a little light appeared in the dark, and in the hazy white light, turned a smiling face.Ye Peitian froze at that moment and stopped.The person turned around in the white light, stretched out her white and soft hand, and slowly touched his head.Thanks to everyone who's reading this on wordrain. This translation belongs to us. o Support us by comments, or buy Miaomiao11 a coffee ~1 ko-Fi = extra chapterjoin our discord https://discord.gg/jUAXQ3u
