The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

The night is falling, the full moon is hanging high,

The cold moonlight shines through the window lattice and falls on the cold ground.

In the second half of the full night, there was silence except for the howling of the wind.

Luo Qing's figure appeared quietly. He left and came back with a trace of inexplicable worry in his heart.

He pushed open the door and saw Zhao'er curled up in the corner of the room, shivering like a wounded little animal.

Her face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and there was an lingering pain between her brows.

An indescribable feeling of pity welled up in Luo Qing's heart. He had never seen Zhao'er so vulnerable.

"Zhao'er..."

Luo Qing called softly, his tone full of concern.

Zhao Er heard the familiar voice and slowly raised his head.

Seeing Luo Qing standing at the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then dimmed.

"Brother Qing, why are you back?"

She asked weakly, "Is my sister... okay?"

"I have sent her to a safe place, don't worry."

Luo Qing walked to Zhao'er and gently picked her up, as if she were a fragile treasure.

He gently placed Zhao'er on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and looked at her tired face, his heart filled with heartache.

"There is a way to make you feel better!" Luo Qing said.

"is it?"

Zhao'er's eyes were empty and his tone was full of indifference, as if he had lost hope in everything.

Luo Qing leaned over and gently placed a kiss on Zhao'er's forehead, as soft as a feather.

"Let me tell you..." His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of temptation.

He lowered his head again and kissed Zhao'er's soft lips.

Like a breath of air, a warm golden power slowly flowed into Zhao'er's body.

Zhao'er felt a slight relief from the pain in his body and soul.

The tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the voice murmured:

"Brother Qing, who are you..."

The next three months were like hell for Zhao'er.

Time and again, she was thrown into the forbidden land filled with death by Long Aotian and forced to absorb those filthy powers.

The torture day after day made Zhao'er exhausted physically and mentally.

She lived like a walking corpse, her heart filled with despair and pain.

This kind of life where she wanted to die but couldn't made her feel extremely painful, but she was powerless to resist.

Dongju's voice could be heard from far away in Qianqiu Courtyard:

"Miss, it's not good..."

Zhao'er lay lifeless in the pavilion.

"What is all the fuss about?"

"Miss, the city lord has brought back a few more mortal women..."

Zhao Er sat up suddenly, "What did you say?"

Their arrival indicated that he was planning to create a new container.

"Hahaha...Damn Long Aotian!"

Zhao'er could no longer tolerate Long Aotian's behavior, nor could she let her sisters suffer such pain again.

After she anxiously found Luo Qing, Zhao Er told him all her thoughts.

There was a hint of trembling in his tone, yet it was extremely firm.

"Brother Qing, I...I want to kill Long Aotian, can you help me?"

Luo Qing looked at the determination in Zhao'er's eyes, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

He felt sorry for Zhao'er's experience and admired her courage even more.

"Okay, let me help you."

Luo Qing agreed without hesitation.

Luo Qing told Zhao'er a way to kill Long Aotian:

On the next full moon night, when Long Aotian extracted her divine power, she in turn absorbed his divine power.

Because they are blood relatives, this method, although dangerous, has a certain success rate.

"Zhao'er, this method is very dangerous. You must be careful."

Luo Qing's tone was full of worry. He held Zhao'er's hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass his strength to her.

Zhao'er nodded solemnly, his eyes full of determination.

"Brother Qing, thank you. I will definitely succeed."

In order to get rid of Long Aotian herself and her other sisters, she was willing to pay any price.

Not hesitating to kill his father!

In the following month, Zhao'er began to secretly practice the forbidden technique taught to her by Luo Qing.

She practiced day and night, not daring to slack off for the slightest.

Finally, the full moon night arrived.

As usual, Long Aotian began to draw on Zhao'er's divine power.

He had a smug smile on his face, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

At this moment, Zhao'er suddenly activated his skills and began to absorb Long Aotian's divine power.

"what happened?"

Long Aotian felt his strength draining away, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"impossible!"

Long Aotian wanted to pull his hand out, but he couldn't.

"What did you do to me, you beast?"

"I want you to die!"

The divine power and deathly aura surrounding Zhao'er became increasingly dense.

"Impossible, I'm a god, and you're a demigod, how could it be possible..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the divine power around him draining away.

He began to get scared and his body trembled.

"Zhao'er, Zhao'er, I am your father. If I lose my divine power, you will not be able to survive in this Eternal City."

"Father? Hahahaha......

Long Aotian, have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a father in these past ten years?

ridiculous...."

"You beast, you, you...ah..."

Zhao'er continued to absorb Long Aotian's divine power until he completely collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

"You, you wait for me!

When I regain my divine power, I want, I want your life!"

Long Aotian cursed weakly, his eyes filled with resentment.

Zhao Er ignored his threat, she pulled out her hairpin,

Her movements were swift and decisive, and the hairpin pierced Long Aotian's neck fiercely.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain.

It splashed onto the cold ground, creating a shocking picture.

There was no trace of emotion in Zhao'er's eyes, as if all emotions had disappeared with this action.

Her face was stained with blood, but her eyes were like dry wells, lifeless.

In this moment filled with blood and violence, Zhao'er only felt a sense of relief in his heart.

Her fingers clenched the hairpin tightly and pointed it at her neck.

She didn't want to live in this state of being neither human nor ghost.

At the moment she thrust forward, a figure passed by like the wind.

Luo Qing arrived in time and knocked the hairpin out of her hand with a palm.

"Zhao'er, no!"

Luo Qing's voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

Zhao'er's movements were forcibly interrupted, her body lost strength, and she collapsed on the cold ground.

She turned to look at Luo Qing, her eyes filled with despair:

"Brother Qing, hurry up and leave. I killed my father and the punishment from heaven is coming."

At this moment, the sky outside seemed to respond to her words.

Dark clouds covered the sky, blocking out the sun. Thunder and lightning rolled in the clouds, making bursts of roars.

Zhao'er's behavior touched the rules of heaven and earth, and the omen of heaven's punishment made the whole atmosphere even more tense and terrifying.

Luo Qing stood beside Zhao'er, his eyes firm, with no intention of leaving.

Long Aotian's soul floated in the air, looking at Zhao'er with resentment.

"Long Zhaoer, do you think you can get rid of me like this?

Hahaha, impossible!

Long Zhaoer, you killed your father.

No matter where you escape, heaven's punishment will pursue you!

I'm going to curse you, hahahaha...

I curse you in the name of the gods,

Life after life is just a container of dead air,

Never grow old, never die..."