Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

In the cell, Chen Zhou sat on the low couch until late at night.

Late at night, a flame like a broken light floated from somewhere, burning faintly like a firefly. Shen Zhou couldn't muster any strength, and his perception of everything around him was dull.

The visitor was unwilling to be ignored, and the faint light gathered into a figure.

Chen Zhou seemed to have noticed something and slowly raised his eyes.

Inside the cell, a familiar figure stood among countless fragments of light.

Chen Zhou's pupils suddenly contracted. He stood up and walked closer. After seeing the person's face clearly, he said in a trembling voice: "...Ji Qingheng?!"

This man clearly died under his sword. Chen Zhou was horrified and his first reaction was to draw his sword, but he suddenly remembered that his sword had been taken away.

His hands were tied at this time, and there were five spells trapping him.

In other words, he is now no better than a mortal man, but he is facing his enemy who has come back from the dead!

The figure walked towards him slowly. Chen Zhou felt a chill in his heart and could not help but step back. But he soon realized that it was a futile effort.

He snapped, "What do you want from me?!"

Ji Qingheng did not respond and continued to approach him.

Chen Zhou stared at her, his mind racing. Just when Ji Qingheng was almost close to him, Chen Zhou kicked her out!

However, the opponent had anticipated his move and dodged, appearing behind him the next moment and kicking him in the knee.

Plop.

Chen Zhou fell heavily to his knees, and something even more terrifying happened—Ji Qingheng pulled him by the hair and sat on the couch, with her other cold hand directly covering the top of his head.

He struggled desperately, but the hand was so strong that it seemed able to crush his skull.

The magic light on the palm of his hand flickered, and Chen Zhou had no doubt that with Ji Qingheng's cruelty, directly searching her soul was nothing to her, and she might even be planning to do so!

Chen Zhou's breathing was disordered, his chest heaving uncontrollably, and he closed his eyes.

However, things did not go as he expected. Ji Qingheng did not move for a long time. After a long time, the other party sighed.

Chen Zhou slowly opened his eyes again.

"Gu, Chen, Zhou."

Time seemed to stand still, and Shen Zhou lost the ability to breathe.

No one knew his last name. He came into this world alone and lost all his relatives, so it was natural for him to erase his last name.

The male voice he heard was very clear. He was still stiff, and Ji Qingheng actually hugged him.

Chen Zhou knelt on the cold ground, held in a broad and warm embrace by a pair of strong and resolute hands.

Ji Qingheng half-knelt beside him: "You've only been here for ten years, and look at what you've become now."

Maybe he was frightened by the near-death experience just now, or maybe it was because the cell was too cold, Chen Zhou was shaking all the time.

He whispered soothing words and gently touched Shen Zhou's back, as if he was a father comforting his child.

Chen Zhou didn't move. This embrace was so familiar. He actually felt a very strange and terrifying kindness in this situation.

He trembled slightly, "Teacher..."

Looking up, Ji Qingheng was indeed laughing softly.

Her expression changed rapidly, and in the dim cell, what caught Chen Zhou's eyes was a tall and steady adult man.

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Mao Shi.

As soon as the prison door was opened, the visitor's heart sank.

There was no light in the cell, and a faint fragrance filled the air, mixed with an indescribable sweet and fishy smell.

There was a person locked on the low couch at the innermost side. His long gown fell from the bedside to the ground, and its whiteness looked like a pile of clouds.

The torture instruments on the table next to them had not been put away yet.

A rough calculation showed that someone came in shortly after she left.

Ye Lanruo took the lamp and looked at the couch.

The wrists that were locked by the rope were bleeding, and the exposed fingers were bloody and looked very sad.

The handful of black hair flowed on the pillow, and it felt warm and moist to the touch. Ye Lanruo pushed his messy hair aside and saw that his face was flushed and there were broken teeth marks on his lips, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

The aroma from the furnace spread throughout the cell, it was deliberately stimulated.

Ye Lanruo waved her sleeves to dispel the fragrance.

"Who touched you?"

Chen Zhou seemed to have just woken up and shook slightly.

"It's just a superficial wound." Chen Zhou half sat up, with a hint of pain flashing across his brows.

Ye Lanruo noticed that he seemed to be injured as well.

He was sweating profusely and barely had the strength to speak: "Ji Qingheng... is a man. No, it could be that man who borrowed Ji Qingheng's identity. Anyway, he is not dead."

"His cultivation is at least above the Nascent Soul stage, and he has a grudge against the Endless Sea Demon Lord." His breathing became weaker and weaker. "He is not from this world. He created the demon seed, but I can't figure it out... I can't figure it out..."

How did Ling Yun get into the game?

"I'll take you away first."

Ye Lanruo took off the iron rings on his hands, and the guards left by the five major sects stepped forward to unlock the magic locks on him. Chen Zhou didn't notice it at all. His breathing was disordered, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was dazed: "The source of the demon seed has been taken away by him, you have to hurry... Don't let him--"

Ye Lanruo raised her hand and Chen Zhou was knocked unconscious by her.

The bag placed beside the bed had been opened and torn apart, and the beads were crushed on the ground. Nothing of Pei Yu's was left.

Ji Qingheng is such a cruel and ruthless person.

She picked him up. The people waiting outside were all at the Nascent Soul stage or above: "Sect Master."

Ye Lanruo paused, and then said: "Disclose the news to the other sects. Make sure to save Ying Siqian's life today."

"But we have no evidence, and at this moment, a large number of cultivators have already arrived at the Beast Taming Sect..."

Such a trifle may not convince the public.

"Where's Lingyun?"

"No news."

Ye Lanruo stopped and her breath became very heavy for a moment.

"Give her a message."

The monk was a little embarrassed. "I sent a few letters a few days ago, and she only replied with four words."

What does it have to do with her.

The group boarded the spirit boat and saw a noisy and crowded scene below.

Many cultivators passed the strict demon detection in the city and flocked to the territory of the Beast Taming Sect to watch the execution.

Chen Zhou had no idea about this. When he woke up, it was already 9 o'clock and there was no one around.

The entire Xiaoyao Peak was in deathly silence.

There was a barrier around Yingxue Cave. He endured the pain, stood up, and tried to open the barrier.

This barrier has three layers inside and three layers outside, and each layer was set up by a Divine Transformation cultivator. It was easy to trap him.

Chen Zhou sat exhausted on the edge of the barrier, his head lowered, his eyes somewhat dazed.

Ji Qingheng and he came from the same world, but this was not what shocked him. What frightened him the most was his identity in his original world.

Chen Zhou covered his face.

That was his mentor.

He was the mentor who brought him up.

How can it not be thrilling?

As a tutor at the country's top university, he has a large number of doctoral students and graduate students under him, and he is just an insignificant one among them.

It would be fine if he didn't know his identity, but if he did, when facing him, Chen Zhou would have no choice but to obey him as it was engraved in his bones.

He knew that he was far inferior to his mentor in ability, and that the difference was simply inconceivable.

During his three years as a graduate student, what he learned was just the tip of the iceberg from his supervisor.

Although his mentor once praised him for his promising future and introduced his own resources to him, Chen Zhou did not think he was special.

Shen Zhou had never been so scared.

His mind was in a mess, with so many thoughts like a tangled mess that he couldn't understand or see clearly.

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