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Reaching the familiar palace again, the boy asked the woman in front of him: "Aunt Lian, I will cultivate well. When I reach the ninth level of the Sky Profound Realm, I will ask the palace master to marry me, is that alright?"

The woman's expression was indifferent as she shook her head: "Young Master only cares about cultivating. Aunt Lian is just your servant." After some thought, he slowly said, "I don't know why, but I keep having the feeling that there's a very familiar smell coming from Aunt Lian's body. I can't help but want to get close to her."

The woman slowly brought the medicine to the boy and said, "Young Master, drink."

The boy took it and drank it without blinking. He had clearly been drinking for so many years, but he still felt as if it was so bitter. His face twisted into a frown as he grabbed the sugar jar, grabbed two pieces of sugar, and put them into his mouth. Only when the bitterness was slowly suppressed did he ask, "Aunt Lian, what medicine is that? Why is it so bitter? I still feel that there's a fishy smell."

A flicker passed through the woman's eyes, and she quickly covered it up. She replied, "It's just some that I don't want. Asgard Mistress only loves young master and hopes that you can quickly become a talented person."

The boy had already sat cross-legged on the bed and said, "Yes, I know. I'll just hurry up and train myself. After a month, I'll go ask the palace master, that I want to marry you as my wife. "

The woman's hands trembled, and she quietly retreated.

She hurried to another palace and knelt down. The man's dignified voice sounded, "Is he cultivating?"

The woman did not dare raise her head, and her tone carried some respect: "Yes, Mistress. Young Master is very serious in training. "

The man's voice was somewhat light and slow, "Hmph, serious indeed. However, compared to his father, he is far worse in this day and age. What about the medicine, do you drink it every day? "

The woman respectfully replied, "Yes, I watch him drink it every day. There's not a single day that he doesn't drink it."

The man's face revealed an expression of happiness. He softened his appearance and said gently to the girl below the stage, "Very good. Lian'er, come up."

As the woman knelt down, her knees began to feel a sharp, stabbing pain. She slowly stood up and slowly walked up, enduring the pain. The man extended his hand, and she sat on his leg. A unique aura that only men possessed could be felt. The woman's face was somewhat red.

The man caressed the woman's smooth and exquisite face and said, "Lian Qing, my Lian Qing, it has been hard on you."

A layer of pimples appeared where he touched her, causing the girl's heartbeat to speed up even more. A layer of crimson slowly appeared on her face, looking like the pink blush of a fine porcelain.

The man smiled and said, "Lian Qing is still that sensitive." With that, he carried the girl into the inner hall. The hall was filled with candles and was filled with spices. Lian Qing only felt that her head was spinning. The lights dimmed and all she could see was the handsome profile of the man holding her, and the strength of his arms.

Slowly the curtain was lowered, and he undid the silken layers of her body, branding her with a kiss. She only felt her entire body slowly burn, as if it was going to turn into water. She let out a soft breath and slowly put her arm around his head.

He still didn't say anything. He just slowly kissed her whole body and carelessly kneaded her breasts. She slowly couldn't think of anything else. Only when he reached out his hand did she feel that this place was real.

He untied his clothes and attached her body. He suddenly bit her lips and whispered into her ear, "How dare you secretly change the medicine behind my back?!" Then suddenly she was inside.

Lian Qing only felt her own dry pain. He was twitching without any scruples while she could no longer cooperate with him. She lay under him like a log, the dull pain and panic in her chest.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally finished venting his desire and pulled himself away. Seeing the woman on the bed as if she were a dead person, her eyes flashed with an unknown light. He gently caressed her face and said, "I don't blame you. Rest assured." His medicine had never stopped. However, Lian Qing, I do not understand why you would betray me. "

The woman finally looked at him, her eyes sparkling and resplendent. Tears rolled down her cheeks and slid down her cheeks to the pillow. She suddenly knelt beside the man and said, "I was wrong, Lian Qing was wrong. "I won't dare to do that again."

The man didn't seem to be angry. His hand slowly moved along her satin black hair and landed on her back. As she knelt, she couldn't see his face. However, you must remember that you only have me, only me. "

Another scene changed. It was the same boy, standing in front of the man. His voice was filled with joy: "Asgard Master, I have reached the ninth level of the Sky Profound Realm."

A hint of joy flashed across the man's face, "Oh, so fast? Hahahaha... "Very good. Whatever you want, as long as it's something I have, I'll let you choose whatever you want."

A hint of shyness and apprehension appeared on the boy's face. "I …" I want Aunt Lian to be my wife. "

A trace of malice flashed in the man's eyes, but he still smiled and asked, "Oh? You fell for that Aunt Lian who served you? I don't think she's that beautiful, why don't I change a few of your beautiful maidservants? "

The boy's face turned red. He shook his head and said, "No, I want Aunt Lian."

The man nodded and said, "According to you, it's just that her status is too low and she isn't worthy to be your wife. I'll give it to you."

As expected, when the boy returned to the palace, he saw the woman on the bed. She was covered with a quilt, and her hair, like fine silk, was draped over her pillow, glowing with a dark light. She acted as if she did not see him. When his hand reached onto the blanket, she said, "If you do anything, I'll immediately die."

Beneath the quilt, he saw her body was as white and delicate as goat's milk. His gaze did not change as he asked: "Isn't Aunt Lian this cold? Put on your clothes, as long as you stay with me. "

Lian Qing seemed to have suddenly heaved a sigh of relief. She hurriedly covered herself with the blanket and put on her inner garment. The boy lay down beside her and said, "Aunt Lian has a nice smell on her body. She is especially at ease, like a mother. I could not bear for Aunt Lian to continue to serve me like a servant, so I thought of this method.

Lian Qing's voice was just as indifferent as before. She caressed his hair and said: "Young Master is naturally intelligent."

He hugged her and slowly fell asleep as he muttered, "Quickly go to sleep. Tomorrow, I have to help Asgard Mistress with some matters."

The hand that Lian Qing used to caress his hair paused; she did not know how fast it would be.

He woke up before dawn. Lian Qing helped him pack his clothes. He looked at her unceasingly tidying up the room and said, "This is great, I can finally complete the mission on my own. Since Asgard Master treats me so well, I will definitely help Asgard Master out. And Aunt Lian, just wait for me, okay? "

Lian Qing looked at his slightly sad face and smoothed the wrinkles on the corner of his clothes. She said: "Young Master must be careful."

He held the woman's hand and said: "Aunt Lian, don't worry. Mistress said that my martial arts are already invincible in the Three Realms. I will be Mistress' most proud work, my fastest sword."

The woman's body swayed a bit, but she didn't say anything more. She handed him the packed bags and said, "Let's hurry up and leave. We should go early and come back early."

It was just that she hadn't seen a boy for a long time. He had suddenly appeared in the sky. He was only a teenager, but his inner force was so strong that it was beyond the Sky Xuan realm. He was fighting everywhere for the Asgard Mistress, and wherever he went, blood would flow like a river. There would definitely not be a single survivor.

As if he was addicted to killing, the sword that he slowly carried around with him was also dyed red with blood. He always felt cold and lonely. Only when killing someone and their blood splashed on his skin would he feel happy. He could no longer stop, he could only constantly kill people to expel his loneliness. He missed Aunt Lian very much, but the Palace Mistress always had endless tasks to take over, and people who could not be killed.

In order to return as soon as possible, he had no choice but to keep killing people. The people of the Three Realms slowly came to know of him. They knew that the youth who killed people to turn them into devils was like an Asura from hell. He was bloodthirsty and his eyes turned red.

He was getting busier and busier, and his opponents were becoming harder and harder to deal with. However, he had never lost. Even if his body was covered in blood, his opponent would fall at his feet even more miserably.

He began to get more and more distracted, not knowing why he wanted to kill, not knowing what his goal was. There was only one thought on his mind, kill, kill. Only when the sword stabbed into his opponent's body and was then pulled out would he be able to experience the thrill of being dripping with blood.

More and more people in the Three Realms feared him, and called him a Deicide. There was more and more blood on his hands and the power of the palace master was getting stronger and stronger. The whole world was in his hands.

He could finally return. No one would be able to detect his tracks. The man was still the same, unaged, smiling as he received the wind. He drank and staggered back to his own bedroom.

It was as if nothing had changed. The girl was still waiting for him. Looking at him, who was brimming with hostility, she asked indifferently, "You're back?" Then she bathed and dressed him, and he lay beside her, and smelled the scent of peace, and slept slowly.

However, he did not know what nightmare it was, but he suddenly woke up. She sat up slowly and patted his back. "Nightmare?" There was confusion and fear in his voice, "Aunt Lian, who am I? "Where am I?"

The girl was stunned for a moment before she said: "You are the Young Master, the Young Master of Aunt Lian. You are in your own chamber." He repeated in a low voice: "I'm Aunt Lian's son, I'm in my own sleeping room." The fear in his dream receded like the tide, and he slowly fell asleep again. It was just that the woman's eyes were as bright as the stars in the dark night.

Soon he was gone again, this was the last step. As long as he seized Heaven Realm as the Palace Master, nothing would happen to him in the future.

He looked at the palace shrouded in immortal energy, and expressionlessly separated all those who were near him from him with a single sword strike. The people of Heaven Realm were shocked.

The Celestial Emperor looked at the people kneeling in front of him and asked with a dark expression, "Is there no other way?"

The soldier whose face was covered in blood said, "Returning to the Sky Emperor, that person …" That person is truly difficult to deal with. Right now, there are many experts in the Mortal Realm, and the Sky Sovereign has already been killed by Lin Jingyu. The remaining three Sky Sovereigns will be unable to deal with these powerful enemies.

The Celestial Emperor asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Taibai looked at the Heavenly Emperor's sincere eyes and said, "The only way now is to secretly meditate on the road ahead. Both sides have two plans, on the one hand, we have to actively resist, and on the other hand, we have to go for peace talks."

The Heavenly Emperor thought for a moment, then said, "If that's the case, then let's do it this way. Si Ming, go to the underworld and negotiate with the Palace Master. "Taibai, go to the mortal world and negotiate with Lin Xianyu."