Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Shead had a splitting headache and clenched his fists. He didn't know what choice to make.

The palm is meat, so is the back of the palm.

The Taoist stroked his beard. He looked like a fairyland, but his words were so cruel: "that girl must die, she must live. One day, she will be enslaved by disaster demons."

"Master Xie, you are doomed not to have a daughter in your life. Only a son can save the Xie family and your destiny."

"Only Son Shead muttered to himself.

Taoist approached a few steps and nodded to Xie de for sure, "yes, I can only give birth to a son. If it's a girl, I have to die."

"Death You have to die... "

Shead seemed possessed, repeating the sentence over and over again.

The Taoist patted Xie de lightly on the shoulder, and a faint black gas overflowed from his fingertips and attached to Xie De's body.

Shead's eyes suddenly became dark and dull, and in the depths of his pupils, there was a light red light.

He was still whispering: "die, girl must die! Die, die

Shead went into his wife's yard and slammed the door.

The Taoist stood outside the door with his hand on his shoulder.

A moment later, he heard a heartrending Scream: "master! Master! What are you doing? That's our child

Then, it was the child's sad cry, vaguely shouting: "Dad! Daddy

However, in the ears of Taoists, these cries are the most wonderful vocal music.

I don't know how long later, everything returned to calm.

The nose is filled with a continuous stream of blood. The Taoist priest smiles with satisfaction, and the immortal wind and Taoist bones become ghostly in an instant.

The Taoist opened the gate of the courtyard: "die, die, die."

At the age of 27, shead married a second wife.

The following year.

The woman in the room cried bitterly, and Xiaoqing, the servant girl, looked anxiously at Xie De, "master, madam, it's difficult to give birth. What should I do? Let the maidservant invite the midwife

"Don't go," said shead in a cold voice

With cold eyes, he listened to the woman's voice gradually weaken, followed by the baby's loud cry.

Xie De's face moved and told Xiao Qing to go in and have a look.

A moment later, Xiaoqing came out with a sad face, holding the baby in the swaddling clothes: "master, madam The lady has gone. But I've left miss for you. Look, how lovely. "

"Miss..." Shead sank his face slowly and cried madly, "woman, woman again!"

Xiaoqing looked at him with some fear: "master

Shead watched her closely, then reached out and pointed to the corner of the yard, the old well under the willows.

His indifferent voice echoed in Xiaoqing's ear: "throw it in."

Xiaoqing was cold all over, and he almost doubted whether there was something wrong with his ears: "master, what Throw it in? "

Shead's eyes fell on the crying baby. "Throw her into the well."

Xiaoqing was so shocked that he could hardly speak. He stammered: "but this This is your daughter... "

It's your daughter.

This sentence is very familiar.

Shead's head suddenly began to ache violently. He rubbed his temples with his hands and his tendons burst.

There is a voice echoing in my mind: "kill her, kill her, you can live, Xie family can live."

"Yes, that's right." Shead gasped and sweated, but his eyes were crazy.

He snatched the baby from Xiaoqing.

"If you give birth to a girl, you have to die."