The cat wants to be pampered, and the godly husband feeds the little dried fish madly!

Chapter 78 The Imprisoned God
Apart from the physical pain, Su Zihe couldn't see, and his eyes were dark red.

Especially this whip, not only on the body, but the mind is hidden under the eyes.

At the same time, Su Zihe's mind was pulled out with a torn wound, which divided his mind into two halves.

Only now did Su Zihe realize that the uneasiness just now was the current situation.

It was unimaginable that a mortal would be so cruel, and mercilessly tear apart the mind of a god in the second whip.

This woman is a demon.

I didn't even find out.

"what!"

Two more whips were thrown up, one whip was harder than the other.

Miao Ling hit the god's feet with two whips.

Su Zihe's soul was torn apart at the same position, and the feeling of tearing his soul made Su Zihe's mind begin to despair.

This was the closest Su Zihe was to death.

Su Zihe knew that he couldn't escape at all. This was obviously planned and planned.

"Hehehe..."

"why are you laughing?"

"Imprisoning a god, do you know the consequences?"

"I don't know, but you won't even have a soul left. I have nothing to be afraid of."

Miao Ling stared at the blood-stained god on the ground without any fear in her eyes. That person had told herself that as long as the soul of the god was destroyed, even the god would not be able to sue.

A god who no longer exists in the world is nothing.

Miao Ling was not at all afraid that such a shabby place might be found, even if she was found, there would still be a rune given to her by that person.

Miao Ling looked at Su Zihe condescendingly:
"It seems that you already understand your situation very well. It's good to know that you are imprisoned. Then I tell you now, I want you to remove Ding Mo's 30 years and return to me!"

"Hehehe...do you know what you're doing?"

Miao Ling raised the whip in her hand and went up without hesitation for two more whips, saying word by word:

"No, inkblot."

"Uh……"

Su Zihe gritted his teeth and nodded:
"Okay, if you want to add it, I will add it to you."

Hearing that the god finally agreed, Miao Ling's eyes lit up.

He gave in!

"No, 30 years is not enough, I want 100 years!"

"Well, here it is."

"No no! I want 200 years!"

"Ah."

Seeing that Miao Ling is so easy to talk now, she can take as much as she wants, so she suddenly said:

"Wait a minute, I want eternal life! I want beauty!"

"Well, make a wish, and I'll give it to you."

Miao Ling immediately knelt down when she heard this:

"God, please give me eternal life and beauty!"

Su Zihe replied tremblingly in his mouth:

"Yuan."

Miao Ling felt that her body became lighter and her skin became white and tender.

She immediately took a picture of her face with her mobile phone.

"Ah! My face, my face is younger and more beautiful than before, without the bones that were lean and muscular due to fatigue."

Miao Ling touched her face very satisfied.

"It's true, it's true."

Miao Ling thought that Ding Mo's 30 years had been taken back, so the heartbroken man must be dead by now, so she immediately picked up her mobile phone and called Ding Mo immediately.

"Beep...beep...hey! Miao Ling! Is that you, Miao Ling!"

Miao Ling immediately pressed the phone and looked at the god with fierce eyes:
"What's going on! Why didn't Ding Mo die! You didn't take away his 30 years?"

With a blood-stained face, Su Zihe curled his lips coldly, and said with a light smile:

"The wish I made cannot be taken away."

"What's so funny! Make you laugh, make you laugh!"

Miao Ling's eyes were red with anger, and she twitched again directly at the god, but this time, the god didn't scream.

Miao Ling was very dissatisfied.

"Take away Ding Mo's lifespan!"

"Do you still need to be afraid of him killing you? You are already an immortal body, even if he stabs you a few times, it is just a few wounds that will heal."

Miao Ling looked at the god and beat him like this, but he still refused to take away Ding Mo's 30 years.

"You really can't take back Ding Mo's 30 years."

"I can't take it back."

Su Zihe didn't lie, but it wasn't impossible to replace Ding Mo's, but he didn't want to, even if his soul was torn apart with every whip, he still wanted to watch the two of them hurt each other.

The wounds on Su Zihe's body were also healing, but the wounds on his soul did not heal at all.

He is fragmented now, and even his perception of the world is in a trance.

Miao Ling looked at the god, and she definitely couldn't take back such an annoyed tone.

But Miao Ling didn't quite believe it, she was really immortal.

She bit her finger and watched the blood swell, but soon, the blood stopped flowing. Looking carefully, the wound was gone.

"Hahahaha... I am really immortal! Hahahaha!! I am no longer an ordinary person! You are right, I have nothing to fear from a mortal Ding Mo, now the only thing left is Hate, but..."

Miao Ling looked at the god with vicious eyes:
"I told you, if you can't do it, you will be punished!"

After finishing speaking, Miao Ling pulled out a whip and lashed at Su Zihe crazily. Su Zihe fainted from the tearing of his soul, and Miao Ling stopped happily.

Shaking off the whip, he turned around and walked to the table. On the table was an extremely old piece of lightning strike wood and an iron chain. There were black lines on the chain, which were also struck by lightning.

That person said that to kill the gods, it is not enough to just kill the body, only the ashes of the soul can never get rid of it.

"Only in this way can I secure these lifespans, and my beauty will last forever. If I let him go, he will definitely not let me go."

Miao Ling looked at these, with danger in her eyes, picked up these two things, and walked back to Su Zihe's side.

Miao Ling knelt down and touched the eyes of the gods. The eyes that had been punctured just now had recovered, and there was only blood on the cheeks.

It looks even more poignant and enchanting.

"Such a pretty face, it's a pity, I'm no longer interested in men, when I kill Ding Mo, it's your death."

Miao Ling pinched Su Zihe's chin, but the eyes on her delicate face were like dead fish, empty and indifferent:

"I can't keep you, don't be afraid."

Miao Ling looked at the chain and the lightning strike wood in her hand, and began to tie them to Su Zihe's body, and said while tying them:

"These are all given to me by that person. This is the power of thunder and lightning. The power of thunder and lightning is enough to wipe out your soul whose soul has been torn into pieces."

Miao Ling patted the fastened iron chain, smiled, and repeated in her mouth:

"It's clean, just like you, who has never appeared before. Don't worry, you will leave nothing behind, and you won't even take away the pain."

Under Miao Ling's tossing, Su Zihe opened his eyes weakly, and saw that he was tied firmly.

"The power of thunder and lightning, heh, is it going to destroy my soul?"

Miao Ling looked at Su Zihe excitedly after hearing this:
"You know the power of thunder and lightning, how are you satisfied? For the sake of helping me make my wish come true, if you are not satisfied, I can tie it up for you again."

"Ah……"

"Don't worry, when I call Ding Mo, you help me kill him."

Miao Ling edited a message and sent it to Ding Mo:
[Old city, west side...]

(End of this chapter)