From an old woman back to a young girl, she vowed never to marry into a marquisate

"Wait a minute." Bai Yanli arranged coldly. This matter was just the beginning. Didn't Tang Wanru agree? The things he asked Sui Qi and Ming He to do in the past few days have already come to fruition.

Since Emperor Zhou treated him like this.

Then don't blame him for not giving him face.

Thinking of this, Bai Yanli's eyes darkened.

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In the dark room of Qi Mansion.

Zhou Ziyue was invited to perform a ritual, while Qi Neng was sitting on a recliner, rocking with his legs crossed and in a good mood.

He felt very relieved when he saw Zhou Ziyue in a black robe and several people from the Witch Clan singing and dancing around a big furnace to help him marry Tang Wanru.

The people from the Witch Clan were invited here secretly.

The Queen has now banned witchcraft in Daliang. But Qi Neng believes in witchcraft. He thinks that no matter what happens, he will feel more at ease if the people of the witch sect sing and dance here.

Qi Neng felt very relieved when he saw the familiar process. He said to Zhou Ziyue, "I feel relieved to see you. This woman is so short-sighted. She wanted to ban the Wu Sect. She didn't know how important the Wu Sect is to the people of Daliang."

"You even got a saint to deal with the witch sect?" Qi Neng sneered, "You are simply ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"You don't have to be afraid." Qi Neng smiled at Zhou Ziyue, "Just wait until I get that saint girl, and then I'll help you teach her a lesson!"

Hearing him say this about Tang Wanru, Zhou Ziyue's eyes darkened. He looked at him coldly and continued dancing.

When it comes to Tang Wanru, Qi Neng seems to have more to say.

His eyes sparkled as he asked, "Let me ask you, have you never seen that Qiao Ruer?"

"Let me tell you, she's very beautiful!" The Qiao family received the invitation, which greatly boosted Qi Neng's morale. He even felt that he had already won her. His chest straightened up when he spoke. He said, "Those eyebrows, that temperament, are really rare in a century! It's just that she has a bad temper--" He was naturally referring to the last time Tang Wanru glared at him.

"But it doesn't matter, I can train them!" When he mentioned this, he excitedly sat up from the recliner and said, "I am the best at training women. I trained all the women before me to be very obedient. When I was in prison, right in prison, I threw them down and they didn't dare to say a word."

Having said this, he became even more proud.

Zhou Ziyue's expression became increasingly gloomy, his face under his hat became increasingly indifferent, and the black veins on his neck became tense.

But Qi Neng obviously didn't see it at all. He continued: "I tell you, this kind of woman deserves to be punished. She is beautiful but can't serve men. This kind of woman needs to be disciplined by men. I will let her know that women are men's accessories. She looks good to please men, not to show off in the outside world. If she doesn't know the rules, she will be whipped...haha..."

"Master Qi!" At this time, Zhou Ziyue, who could no longer bear it, interrupted his muttering coldly. He had just finished dancing. He pulled out a small shiny dagger from his waist, wiped it on his sleeve, and then walked in front of Qi Neng and said, "The ceremony is over. I will bleed you."

He still didn't look up, and the voice came from under his hat, sounding hoarse and dark.

For no reason, Qi Neng's shoulders suddenly trembled when he heard it.

Bleeding is a necessary procedure for the Wu Sect every time, the purpose is to show the sincerity of the person praying. Qi Neng has been bled many times before, but for some reason he was a little scared this time.

The dagger in Zhou Ziyue's hand was sharp and pointed. Qi Neng felt that he had never used such a big one when bleeding before.

But the rituals were already over, and he couldn't say he wouldn't bleed anymore.

Seeing Zhou Ziyue coming over, he grabbed Qi Neng's hand and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrist. Qi Neng was a little anxious, and changed his smug face and said, "It's on my wrist, isn't it on my finger?"

Zhou Ziyue curled his lips coldly, and while tying up his sleeves tightly to prevent them from slipping down and affecting the bleeding, he said, "Marriage is a big deal, and sincerity is needed to make it happen. Mr. Qi, didn't you just say that you wanted to marry Miss Qiao to give her a whip?"

When he said this, Zhou Ziyue's pupils flashed a very sinister light, and those words were almost squeezed out from his throat. He said coldly: "If you don't shed more blood to show your sincerity, how can this thing be accomplished?"

What he said does make sense.

But somehow, Qi Neng felt very scared this time and his whole body was shaking.

But Zhou Ziyue ignored him. After tying his sleeves, he picked up the dagger and slashed at his wrist with an expressionless face.

"Puff!" A sound came out.

Because he used too much force, a little blood splashed onto Qi Neng's face.

"Ahh." Although the blood soon began to flow out slowly, Qi Neng still couldn't help but shout out. He saw the blood gushing out from his wrist.

Qi Neng was really scared to death.

He thought to himself, it wasn't so scary when he used the witch gate before, why did it become like this after changing the witch master?

He simply stopped asking.

He felt pain and fear, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but he didn't expect Zhou Ziyue to hold his hand down with just a little force.

He couldn't pull it back.

"You, what are you going to do?" Qi Neng almost cried. He couldn't bear the pain, so he just held on?

Zhou Ziyue said grimly, "Master Qi, regretting after bleeding half of the blood is the greatest disrespect to the witch god. Not only will the task not be accomplished, but you may also die suddenly. Don't you understand this principle?"

"I..." After just a short while, Qi Neng's face turned pale. He didn't want to die suddenly, so he gritted his teeth and dared not say anything else.

In the dark room, the blood flowed more and more, and soon it was all over the floor.