Vol 2 Chapter 5641: Admirer of the male lead father (35)

Ling Sheng could calculate even Master Tiandao and theirs, let alone a child of luck who hadn't grown up?
"Don't worry, I will wait for him to start the sacrifice ritual and let him eat the evil consequences for himself."
[The host is big, I went to find that system. 】
"Go ahead."
Everything was clear to the truth, Tang Guo was not afraid that Xiao Tongzi would be shocked to Ling Sheng when he went to find that system. Now Ling Sheng is just an ordinary person, it is really too easy to kill him. But she still hoped that Ling Sheng could die from backlash, and backlash would make him painful.
Even though the system that Yuan Jiu developed for Ling Sheng was very advanced, it couldn't resist that Xiao Tongzi was an evolving system in the first generation, and almost no system at the current level can match it. Therefore, he quickly found the existence of that system.
Before the other party could react, he swallowed it.
After swallowing it anyway, he can get all the information of the other party. After digesting the garbage system, he didn't intend to leave either, staying in Ling Sheng's Sea of ​​Consciousness for the time being.
"You dig out my spiritual roots and let go of the creatures in this world." Ling Kechen's eyes were gloomy, with some imploring vaguely inside, "They all said that my spiritual roots are good, and if you have my spiritual roots, you can cultivate. , Immortality, why commit evil."
He is not great, just because he participated in this matter, he is an accomplice. Thinking that people in the entire world would be sacrificed for this, he felt that his sins were unforgivable.
Even if Ling Sheng had a small chance of agreeing, he still wanted to try.
"Why didn't you say this in your last life?" Ling Sheng smiled grimly, "Now that you are in my hands, it is not your decision to dig your spiritual roots. You are not qualified to use this as a condition."
Ling Kechen became decadent in an instant, yes, now he is not qualified to make terms with this demon.
"For the sake of selfishness, let all the creatures sacrifice, can you really be cruel?" Ling Kechen tried to awaken Ling Sheng's conscience, but it was in vain.
Ling Sheng now only wants to surpass everything. All creatures are just ants.
Will a powerful and detached existence care about the life and death of ants?
"Yeyue is in the sky, the best time has come." Ling Sheng said this suddenly. Ling Kechen followed Ling Sheng's gaze and looked up. Only then did he find that there were some places on the top, which happened to be from this position. You can see the moon above.
The moon fell down and fell on Ling Kechen's body.
Ling Sheng pressed down an armrest on the seat, and a pill furnace suddenly rose in front of Ling Kechen.
Ling Kechen also discovered at this time that he was moving without saying anything about it. He walked to the box containing the big demon treasure and threw all the same things into the pill furnace.
Below the pill furnace, a raging fire was burning.
He wanted to control his behavior, but unfortunately there was no way, he could only watch his body doing what he wanted to resist without his consent.
He vaguely knew Ling Sheng's purpose for doing this, and if he did such a thing, he would obviously be backlashed. Ling Sheng used him to prevent disasters.
Sure enough, he shouldn't expect Ling Sheng to show compassion for the world.
As the things of the four great monsters were put into the furnace, Ling Sheng continued to control Ling Kechen. Ling Kechen had to hold the pen, stained with bright red blood, and drew patterns that he couldn't understand in the room. These patterns are hideous and terrifying, but they make people feel dizzy and uncomfortable. He even feels pain from the blood and the from blood relatives.
Is this the blood of his relatives? His older brothers and sisters?
It's a pity that he can't do anything with his face widened and his eyes widened, and his body is completely out of his control.
When the last stroke fell, he involuntarily cut his finger to make up the last stroke.