Time Travel: My Lord, Your Missing Fiancee Is Back

"Brother Lishui...help...ah"

Zhou Linger looked at her chest and abdomen in disbelief... It was cut open by the saint she once revered and worshipped...

Cut open...

Zhou Xuanling held her still beating heart in one hand and forcibly pulled out her spiritual root with the other hand. Her face, which had seemed very serious and dignified in the past, now looked extremely eerie and evil, like a demon crawling out of hell!

"Why……"

No one cared why she did it.

Zhou Ling'er is dead.

Do not look down.

The soul floated up, and even though it was filled with tremendous resentment, it could not touch Zhou Xuanling or Zhou Lifa who was immersed in and wrapped by Zhou Xuanling's spiritual power.

Zhou Xuanling excitedly and steadily used her spiritual power to seal Zhou Linger's heart and spiritual roots, allowing them to float in the air.

Then, as if caressing a rare work of art, she gently stroked Zhou Lifa's chest with her fingertips, her eyes fell on three inches below his navel, and after a pause, she suddenly burst into tears:

"Fa'er, Daddy is doing this to save you. You can understand Daddy, right? Don't worry, it won't hurt. It won't hurt for long..."

While carefully using spiritual power to control the blood in Zhou Lifa's body to be discharged from his body, he led Zhou Lishui's blood over, and carefully cut open Zhou Lifa's chest with a knife, took out Zhou Lifa's weakly beating heart, and put Zhou Ling'er's heart full of vitality in it, letting Zhou Lishui's blood flow through Zhou Lifa's body, and letting Zhou Ling'er's heart beat for Zhou Lifa from then on...

After the wound on Zhou Lifa's heart was firmly bonded together with the help of spiritual power, granulation tissue grew and completely grew together, he would repeat the same method and replace Zhou Ling'er's spiritual root...

Zhou Lishui lost too much blood, his whole body quickly became shriveled and gray, and he was about to die.

Zhou Lifa's complexion became much rosier, his heart and pulse were beating stronger, and no other conditions were found for the time being.

Zhou Xuanling carefully checked Zhou Lifa's condition and asked the secret guards to drag Zhou Lishui away to treat his injuries and give him water.

Zhou Lishui was lucky, and was nurtured by the secret guards with spiritual power. He slept for three months and finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the crazy saint, Ling'er's miserable state, and his younger brother Zhou Lifa...

Suddenly he sat up, and all the strange things he had ignored before were now displayed in his mind and in front of his eyes. He seemed to have discovered something incredible!

As early as when he was three years old, yes, when he could remember, he first saw Zhou Lifa. There were purple bruises on Zhou Lifa's neck, wrists and thighs.

At that time, he knew nothing. He only knew that Zhou Lifa became more and more gloomy and vicious, and there was no smile on his face anymore.

The purple bruises on Zhou Lifa's body were here and there, never in a fixed place. Moreover, before the old bruises completely faded, new ones appeared.

He once envied everything Zhou Lifa had, the wealth and glory, the respect from his servants and guards, and the love and praise from his father.

He once secretly hated himself for not looking like a mother, for not having a slender, petite and soft figure. With his broad shoulders and big head, he was naturally deprived of sympathy and pity from others.

But at this moment, he understood, but he felt cold all over!

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he did not look like his mother, grateful that Zhou Xuanling did not like him, and grateful that everything that Zhou Lifa had experienced did not happen to him.

He was just bled, and even if he died, his body and mind were still clean, and the relationship between father and son was still pure, but he would never expect the so-called fatherly love again.

But Zhou Lifa...probably drowned in that deformed, twisted substitute love when he was very young...

Jiang Heng and Shen Hongxuan both looked very surprised. Is this really the case?

Jiang Heng: "Who are you? This matter should be very secret, how do you know?"

Zhao Yuwei bowed again, "My lord, I am Zhou Xuanling's first wife."

Jiang Heng was surprised: "Huh? So, Zhou Xuanling is over a hundred years old? He favors his concubine and kills his wife. The one he killed is you, and the one he favors is Zhou Lishui and Zhou Lifa's mother?"

Zhao Yu shook her head slightly, "It was me who was killed, but it was not the mother of the twins who was favored, but one of my little nieces.

She was born with a furnace cauldron physique, which is conducive to men's cultivation. She is also delicate and soft, and has unique characteristics in that aspect. It is said that once a man has used it, he will never forget it..."

Jiang Heng turned his head to look at Shen Hongxuan, who quickly waved his hand, "I don't like it. I don't need it. Don't look at me."

Jiang Heng motioned for Zhao Yuwei to continue.

Zhao Yuwei recalled: "My niece Lian'er is pretty and charming. She looks weak but has a very proud figure. When I first saw her, I had a premonition that she was a seductress and wondered who would become her lover.

But I didn't expect that she came here for Zhou Xuanling from the beginning. My brother, sister-in-law, and nephew all came to help cover up in the name of studying and learning.

There are many tricks in the harem, but I am not in a position to tell you two gentlemen. So I won't tell you. It took me ten long years from the initial shock, to disappointment, to despair, to just wanting to protect my children from harm.

When my niece's first child was born, she said that she liked my eldest son's eyes very much, so Zhou Xuanling dug out his eyes..."

Zhao Yuwei burst into tears. "In the space of two years, my eldest son lost his eyes, hands, and legs one after another. Then my second son... I could only watch helplessly until the last child also died at his hands..."

This is really a sad story.

Jiang Heng wiped the tears from his eyes, "Then what? When did he meet the twins' mother?"

Zhao Yuwei looked at Zhou Hewen, "In the thirty years since then, I have been thinking about revenge every day, wanting to cut Zhou Xuanling into pieces.

But, I am just a new ghost with a little resentment, and I have already used up all my strength just to protect myself from being eaten by other big ghosts. What else can I do?

In a desperate escape, Senior Hewen saved me. But Senior Hewen did not have the inheritance of ghost cultivation, so he could only explore and strengthen himself.

We are all so weak that we can't even materialize. To seek revenge is as impossible as surviving in the world.

In the hatred that continued day after day and year after year, I and Senior Hewen finally came up with a plan: a beauty trap, a beauty trap using one's special physique.

But, I didn’t know that Zhou Xuanling was originally so perverted and crazy…”

Jiang Heng sighed, regardless of the process, the Zhou family did lose in the end. But the Zhou family will never know when they started to lose, and they will never know who lost.

But that was before.

Jiang Heng frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Zhang Yuan, then looked at the fox who was leisurely and contented not far away, and hooked his finger at Zhao Yuwei, "I have a plan to make this brilliant move of yours known to the world, so that Zhou Xuanling..."