The black-bellied concubine is not favored

Chapter 297

Even if others had the antidote, so what, they still couldn't get rid of the poison on his body. If the Desperate Soul Powder he used was the same as someone else's, it might be possible to get rid of it.

But the Desperate Soul Powder he gave is much more poisonous than the poisons circulating in the Jianghu, and he added a little bit of poison to it. Apart from him, there is no solution to this poison.

Murong Xuan's life and Long Chenyi's life are now in his hands, and letting them die is now easier than crushing an ant.

"King, Nine Heavens Resurrection Pill." Yu Yang took a white jade bottle and handed it respectfully to Sima Heng, and then stepped aside.

Sima Heng took the white jade bottle and poured out a Nine Heavens Resurrection Pill, and said in a cold voice, "Three days have passed, and Yuyao has found out the whereabouts of the genius doctor Yumian."

"If you go back to the king, there is no news from the Meteor Pavilion. Presumably, it hasn't been found out yet." Yuyang bowed his head and said respectfully: "The genius doctor Yumian has always been cold and lonely, and is good at disguise. No one has really seen the true face of the genius doctor Yumian, and it may take some time to find out the genius doctor Yumian."

"It seems that when I was not in the Meteor Pavilion, the benefits of the Meteor Pavilion were greatly reduced." Sima Heng's star-like eyes showed a dark and terrifying light.

It has been three days, but he still hasn't found the whereabouts of the genius doctor Yumian. This kind of situation has never happened before. The efficiency is not as good as before. Thinking about it, he needs to train in person.

"King, please calm down, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, so your body is still the most important thing." Yu Yang could hear the meaning of Sima Heng's words, and felt the cold aura emanating from him even more.

Every year, the killers of the Meteor Pavilion will have a cruel life-and-death battle. Only those who can stand to the end are eligible to continue to serve the Meteor Pavilion and survive. Those who lose can only die in the struggle .

This is the cruel law that Wang trains his subordinates. Meteor Pavilion never keeps useless people. In his hands, useless people can only lead to death.

"Convey the order and give Yuyao another three days. If the miracle doctor Yumian is not found within three days, all the members of his team will come to see him."

Sima Heng conveyed the order in a cold voice, without a trace of warmth in his voice, and his tone was an order that spared no space. When he said to kill a team of assassins, he definitely did not say it out of anger, but he would kill them without mercy, without blinking an eye. A team of people.

He would carry out such a bloody and bloody scene every year, with no less than a hundred people each time.

After Yu Yang obeyed the order, his body trembled, and his whole heart trembled. Before he knew it, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his body. Thinking of the scene where Wang killed more than 100 dereliction of duty killers, he couldn't help shivering down his spine, and his pores stood on end.

If he killed those people with a single sword, it would be considered a pleasure for those people, but how could the king be so kind, his method of killing was bloody and terrifying, extremely cruel, and it was simply outrageous.

Moreover, the method of killing each time is rarely repeated, and it is extremely terrifying. The most common method of killing is skinning, peeling off a complete human skin from a living person without any damage.

However, the skinned person can't die in a short time, he can only drag the skinless flesh and blood body, jumping around and bumping around until all the blood is drained to death.

Another thing is to knock off the person's head and prevent the person from dying, and then pour hot boiling oil on the person's brain, so that the person's brain will be cooked directly, and the person will be scalded to death.

Every time he thinks of that appalling scene, he breaks out in a cold sweat. Hatred makes Wang Bian bloodthirsty, cold-blooded and ruthless, no matter who he is, he will kill anyone without mercy.

Even for himself, whenever he has a heart of kindness, he locks himself up, tortures himself over and over again, beats himself up, tortures himself all over the body, and always warns himself not to be merciful, Not to be pitifully occupied.

"Of order, Wang," Yuyang replied respectfully. He feared and respected the king, but he also loved him very much. Over the years, how much suffering he has endured in his heart, how much pain and suffering he has endured, the pain in his heart And bitterness can only be swallowed in the stomach.

Living in pain all day long, living in the fire of hatred and revenge, obliterated the kindness and kindness in his heart.

"Who gave you the power to dare to look at me like this?" Sima Heng snapped angrily, his face extremely cold, he grabbed Yu Yang's lapel and waved his hand, throwing Yu Yang out.

"Ah..." Yu Yang screamed in pain, his body flew out of Sima Heng's hand like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily on a rock.

"Pfft..." After landing on the ground, Yuyang spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood in his mouth was like a flood, pouring out unstoppably. His lungs seemed to explode. He was torn apart by life, and he couldn't get up from the ground because of the pain.

Sima Heng looked at Yu Yang who couldn't get up, snorted coldly, turned around and grabbed the vines on the cliff wall, jumped into the cave below the cliff, and lay down in the hot spring pool with his clothes on.

What he hates most is that others look at him with pity. He doesn't need anyone's pity. Now, only he kills others, and no one else can kill him.

What does he deserve to be pitied by others? What he wants people to see is his cold blood, his cruelty and cruelty, his cruelty, and his inhumanity.

Only in this way can he put himself in the cruel and cold-blooded, and let himself remember the revenge of destroying the country every second. Only by being ruthless can he achieve hegemony and recover everything under his original subordinates.

He clenched his fists tightly, biting his lips fiercely, traces of blood flowed from the corners of his lips, how could the pain in his body be compared with the pain in his heart and soul.

The blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down his chin to his neck, soaked into the drenched skirt, and bloomed blood red and beautiful blood flowers.

After a long time, he wiped away the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, let go of the pain and hatred in his heart, closed his eyes and lay down on the edge of the spring pool.

A huge red boa constrictor crawled behind Sima Heng at some point, and sat quietly cross-legged beside Sima Heng, bent down the huge snake head, and rubbed his face on Sima Heng's neck, It seems to be comforting him, and it seems to be flattering him

Sima Heng closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to caress the snake's head, sighed silently, and muttered to himself, "Are you my friend?" After finishing speaking, he smiled wryly, what is a friend?Does he have friends?No, he has no relatives, no friends.

Only a lonely and cold heart, a black heart surrounded by the fire of hatred and pain, cold heart, he has always warned himself like this, only by being cold-blooded and ruthless can he protect himself and continuously make himself stronger.

The giant red python seemed to understand the pain in Sima Heng's heart. It raised its snake head and snake eyes to watch Sima Heng spit out the snake letter, and then buried it in Sima Heng's neck, comforting his scarred skin. rubbed against his body.