The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated above the ruins of Rakshasa Palace.

The blood of the ghost moss flowed like a river on the charred ground. The Buyehou regained his human form, his black suit stained with dark red blood, and Su Yang gasped weakly in his arms. The sound of hurried footsteps mixed with the sound of metal colliding came from afar, and the Rakshasa King led hundreds of demon guards to rush over like a dark cloud.

"Where did this lunatic come from? How dare you run wild in my Rakshasa Palace!"

Behind him, a sinister look flashed in the eyes of Langdu: "Father, this thief destroyed the palace. My elder brother and second brother are not capable enough. Let me teach him a lesson!"

This guy has been held in the palm of the hand by the Luosha King since he was a child, and he has no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. Before the Luosha King could react, he drew his sword and rushed towards the Buyehou.

The Marquis of Buye didn't even move his clothes, but the black mist around him suddenly surged like a living thing. The moment the wolf poison's attack touched the black mist, it twisted and deformed strangely, and the short blade flew past his ear, cutting off a few strands of his hair.

This sudden change frightened Langdu so much that his pupils shrank suddenly. When he staggered back, he found that the soles of his boots had been entangled by spider-web-like silver threads without him knowing when.

"you dare……"

Before Langdu finished his roar, the silver thread suddenly tightened. He watched helplessly as his legs bent at an angle that defied common sense, and the sound of bones breaking mixed with screams pierced the sky.

Before the severe pain subsided, Buyehou flicked his slender fingers, and a silver light fell like a meteor, accurately nailing his right shoulder. Langdu was blown away by the huge impact force, and hit the stone pillar a hundred meters away. A sweet and fishy feeling surged in his throat, and several teeth sprayed out mixed with blood.

Su Yang raised his finger and pointed at Lang Du, who was exaggerating his complaint, "Big worm, kill this ungrateful wolf first. He is the most hateful. Not only does he make me angry with his weird attitude, but he is also ungrateful..."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Buyehou held him in his arms and said this lovingly. Without any unnecessary movements, the ground suddenly cracked into spider-web-like ice patterns, and wherever it passed, the ruins were covered with frost and snow.

Langdu tried to get up trembling, but found that the silver thread had been wrapped around his neck without him knowing when. With just a little force, his trachea would be strangled.

As soon as he raised his hand, a sharp sound came from his wrist. The dark blue spiritual power flowing through the fingertips of Buyehou condensed into fine needles, accurately piercing every acupuncture point on Langdu's knee.

"Since you like stepping on your brother to get to the top so much?" Buyehou's tone was calm, but it almost made Langdu's blood coagulate, "Then I'll let you taste the feeling of being torn apart from your own flesh and blood."

The needle suddenly exerted force, and a strange wriggling sound came from under the wolfsbane's flesh. He watched in horror as the skin on his calf bulged little by little, as if countless insects were crawling under the skin. Then, the flesh began to peel off, first in small scale-like pieces, then in large pieces of flesh and blood, revealing the white bones.

The severe pain overwhelmed him like a tide, and his screams resounded throughout the ruins, but it could not dissipate the coldness in the eyes of Buyehou in the slightest.

Goutian was so amused by this scene that he lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and thought about all the sad things in his life, trying not to laugh out loud.

His eyes rolled and he decided to add fuel to the fire. He crawled to the feet of the Marquis of Buye, hugged his thighs and started howling.

"Sir, spare my life! Please let my brother Langdu go. If you want to kill me, come at me. But if I kill my brother Langdu, I will be living a life worse than death!"

As expected, after these words were spoken, Langdu suffered even more.

More silver threads shot out from the void, piercing Lang Du's shoulder blades and elbows, nailing him to the stone pillar.

Langdu's eyeballs bulged out in pain. He looked at his own fallen flesh and skin twisting and twitching on the ground. The nausea and fear churning in his stomach almost swallowed him.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but could only utter inarticulate sobs, the blood flowing from his throat blocking his voice.

The last silver thread pierced his dantian, and Langdu felt his lifelong cultivation drain away like a flood. Buyehou moved his fingertips slightly, and the silver thread suddenly tightened, tearing his body in half amid his desperate roar.

Blood spurted into the sky like a fountain, and internal organs were scattered all over the ground. Langdu maintained a terrified and distorted expression until his death. Due to inertia, his head rolled to the feet of King Luosha, and his empty eyes stared straight at his trembling father.

The whole place was in dead silence. The Rakshasa King looked at the shattered body of his beloved son, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his legs went weak and he knelt on the gravel ground.

Guiju was beaten to the point of being almost dead, but the scene frightened him so much that he instantly recovered his strength, "Wuwuwu... I'm scared, I'm scared..."

When Gelsemium heard Podophyllum's voice, it immediately crawled to his side, "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay...it's okay."

"Um……"

Guiju nodded palely, and the sweat on his forehead fell into the blood on the ground. He leaned weakly in Gelsemium's arms, closed his eyes and panted.

Through the subsequent narration by Marquis Buye, King Rakshasa finally understood the whole story.

He was so scared that he was shaking all over. He suddenly stood up and walked to Gouwen's side. He grabbed his hair and dragged him to Buyehou's feet: "This matter has nothing to do with me. He did it. He did it! If you want revenge, go find him! It's really none of my business!"

The Rakshasa King's fingers grasped Gelsemium's hair tightly like iron clamps and pressed his face hard onto the gravel stained with wolfsbane's blood.

There were several bloody scratches on Gumball's forehead, and his pale cheek scraped against the sharp stone edge. Blood seeped out from the rolled skin and flesh and dripped onto the boots of the Rakshasa King.

The demon guards formed a semicircle with their pitch-black spears in hand, the tips of their spears emitting dark blue venom, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Marquis Buye held Su Yang and stood still like a mountain, while the other two watched coldly.

"It's all his fault! It's him! This rebellious son is the one who caused all the trouble. I, I will clean up the mess right now!"

"Snapped--!"

After the Rakshasa King finished speaking tremblingly, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Gumball hard on the side of the face.

The latter's mouth suddenly split open with blood, and broken teeth mixed with blood splattered on Langdu's half-body.

The second and third times, fists with iron wrist guards also rained down on the back of the hooked beast. The dull sound of dislocated bones startled the blood crows circling above the ruins.

Gumball kept his head down, his blood-stained long hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, and only his trembling shoulders and back revealed the pain.

A deathly whimper emanated from his throat, and his dusty fingers struggled to crawl among the gravel. His right leg was bent at a weird angle, and every time he moved an inch, the broken bones rubbed against his flesh, making a crackling sound.

When he finally reached the corner of Gelsemium's clothes, Guiju struggled to protect Gelsemium under his body, and put his bloody forehead against the other's cold neck: "Don't hit... Father... Don't hit my brother..."

The bloodshot eyes of the Rakshasa King almost popped out of their sockets. What the two brothers had done would implicate the entire clan. How could he remain calm?

He grabbed Guiju's hair, pulled up his wounded eldest son, and threw him to the ground. Guiju's already fragile body trembled violently during the collision, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, spreading a large, glaring scarlet on the ground.

"Waste! Both of you are waste!" The Rakshasa King roared, and kicked Guiju's abdomen mercilessly with his boots. "I shouldn't have kept you here in the first place! You caused my Rakshasa clan to suffer such a disaster!"