Quick Wear: After the spare tire awakens, the official partner is sacrificed to the heaven

Hearing this, An Ming kept complaining in his heart:

Damn, how unlucky! He, Anming, is thousands of years old, but he was tricked by someone.

This made him feel really embarrassed.

Anming is autistic!

Meng Zhe took control of this body while An Ming was not paying attention.

Although Anming is the Demon Lord, he does not like killing.

The reason why he took over Meng Zhe's body was because Meng Zhe had evil thoughts and had been possessed by a demon.

Taking Meng Zhe's body was considered as getting rid of harm to the people.

But who would have thought that I would be tricked by this kid Meng Zhe.

An Ming's entire soul was damaged when he broke through the suppression and took over another body, and he fell into a coma. Therefore, Meng Zhe took away the control of his body.

On the other side, when Meng Zhe moved the eye of the formation, Ji Qiyin felt a slight fluctuation, but the amplitude was so small that he ignored it.

Meng Zhe, with his Dark Cultivation power, instantly expanded and headed straight for Yu Miao's room.

Yu Miao was sleeping soundly, but for some reason, she woke up vaguely.

Meng Zhe stood in front of Yu Miao's bed, with disheveled hair, dressed in black, and a terrifying face. Black lines stretched from his neck to his forehead, covering his entire face. His bloodshot eyes stared straight at Yu Miao.

Meng Zhe had already been possessed by the devil, and when he suddenly tried to control the power of darkness, he failed to control it, which caused his face to become so scary.

As soon as Yu Miao opened his eyes, he saw Meng Zhe's appearance. His pupils widened instantly, and he retreated to the foot of the bed, shouting loudly: "Ghost——"

"Someone come quickly——"

Seeing that Yu Miao didn't recognize him, Meng Zhe asked hoarsely, "What? It's only been a few days, and you don't recognize me?"

Meng Zhe's voice was different from before. Yu Miao asked blankly, "Who? You...you are...Meng Zhe...You are Meng Zhe, right?"

"Huh! It's me."

"You...how did you...how did you become like this?" When Yu Miao saw that the person in front of him was Meng Zhe, the panic in his heart subsided a lot, but he still spoke vigilantly.

Meng Zhe looked down at his clothes, his pale lips curled slightly, and said, "I became like this, all thanks to you."

Yu Miao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Meng Zhe, you...you are possessed by a demon?"

"Hahaha, so what?"

When Yu Miao heard Meng Zhe's sharp voice, he was trembling with fear, "Meng... Meng Zhe, what do you want to do? I... I warn you, this is Lingyun Sect.

If you leave now, perhaps I can let you go and not... not tell others about your possession.

But...but if you want to do anything bad to me, you...just wait."

Yu Miao's frightened voice and panicked behavior did not cause any ripples in Meng Zhe's heart. "Humph! Warn me? With your frightened and embarrassed look, you still want to warn me? Yu Miao, who gave you the confidence?"

Meng Zhe grabbed Yu Miao's body, grasped her chin with one hand, and said viciously, "Don't worry, a husband and wife are bound by love for a hundred days. I won't let you die so easily."

I will torture you so badly that you will suffer a fate worse than death and be heartbroken.

Seeing this, Yu Miao quickly put on a fake smile and echoed, "Big Brother, Big Brother, I knew you would never hurt me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhe knocked Yu Miao unconscious.

He doesn't need to be so cozy with Yu Miaoxu now.

Meng Zhe turned and left the room, his hands clenched into fists, he lowered his head and looked deeply, thinking: He has not used this cultivation base that he has acquired yet, why not let Lingyun Sect try it tonight.

Overnight, the Lingyun Sect was flooded with blood and corpses were everywhere.

What was once the largest sect of immortal cultivation has become the desolate and miserable scene it is today.

Finally, Meng Zhe tied Yu Zhengming up and brought him in front of Yu Miao, asking Yu Miao to make a choice: did he want his own life or did he want Yu Zhengming to live?

As long as Yu Miao killed Yu Zhengming with his own hands, he would be willing to let Yu Miao leave safely. If, he wanted Yu Zhengming to leave safely, Yu Miao would have to die.

All in all, only one of the father and son can survive.

Yu Miao pleaded, "Big Brother, Big Brother, I beg you, don't do this, he is my father and also your master."

"Master?! That's ridiculous!"

"You'll have three seconds to think about it."

Yu Miao was silent and hesitant, while Yu Zhengming, who was tied up at the side, persuaded Yu Miao: "Miao Miao, I know you are the most filial. Miao Miao, I am the leader of Lingyun Sect. For the sake of the people of the world, Miao Miao, please help me."

Although Yu Miao is his child, the lifespan of a cultivator will increase as his realm improves.

He doesn't need a son like Yu Miao.

As long as he is alive, why would he worry about not having a son?

Yu Miao was still struggling, but when he heard Yu Zhengming's words, he instantly became angry and asked coldly, "Father, do you want me to die?"

"Miao Miao, I...this...I can't do anything about it, but don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

Meng Zhe looked at the entanglement between the father and son, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Look, as long as you have the ability, you can control life and death, and even father and son who are related by blood will have conflicts.

In order to protect himself, a father can sacrifice his son's life.

"Yu Miao, what's going on? The time has come. Have you made up your mind? Is it you who will die, or him?"

Yu Miao didn't think twice and picked up the sword that Meng Zhe threw in front of him. Without giving Yu Zhengming time to react, he stabbed it directly into Yu Zhengming's body.

Yu Zhengming was terrified when he saw Yu Miao pointing the sword at him. He shook his head repeatedly and begged for mercy: "Miao Miao, no, no, I am your father, I am your dad..."

Yu Miao turned a deaf ear to him and thought to himself:

Father, don't blame me.

It's all your choice.

I was just trying to save my own life.

With a "swish" sound, blood from Yu Zhengming's chest quickly flowed out, splashing Yu Miao's face with blood.

Drops of blood splashed into Yu Miao's eyes, causing him to blink involuntarily.

Then he pulled out the sword and threw it down.

He stood in front of Meng Zhe with a swagger and said in a cold tone: "I have killed the man and made my choice. Now, can I leave?"

"Of course." Meng Zhe pointed outside the door.

Yu Miao walked out without even looking back.

An Ming woke up one night, his whole soul was stunned, and he shouted loudly: "Meng Zhe, what did you do?!"

"Didn't you see it all?"

"Oh my god, I just wanted to escape and enjoy the world, and you...you made me bear the crime of murder.

You are finished. When I recover, I will devour your filthy soul in one gulp.

No, no, no, your soul is too dirty, I won’t eat it.

When the time comes, I will throw your soul to the demons in the Demonic Soul Cave, and let them torture you. They will ravage you and trample on you until your soul dissipates. "

Meng Zhe rubbed his ears and said impatiently: "Alright, wait until you recover one day before you say this to me again."

"Also...you said my soul is dirty, so why do you want to take over my body?"

"Hmph! I..."

Anming couldn't answer.

If Meng Zhe had not been tempted by him, he would not have chosen Meng Zhe.

He needed Meng Zhe's body, and Meng Zhe needed his strength.

All in all, the two were running in both directions.