Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

If you want to practice this skill, you must castrate yourself first?

Could it be that he was practicing the Sunflower Manual?

Then a few lines of words introducing the exercises emerged in his mind.

The Blood Demon Sutra is a relatively common magic technique.

If you practice this skill to the first level, you can heal injuries, the second level can restore your blood, the third level can restore your sight, and the fourth level can regenerate severed limbs!

"Su Ningning, it's all because of you. If you hadn't insisted on gambling on stones, I wouldn't be like this!"

"And the Sun family, Sun Xiaoxue, if you hadn't dragged me into your Sun family's internal strife, I wouldn't be in this situation now!"

It was late at night and Long Aotian looked around.

Although he was blind, he could still vaguely sense the general direction in his mind.

This may be the last legacy that Emerald Eyes left him.

Long Aotian tiptoed to the door of the room. After making sure that no one was eavesdropping behind the door, he reviewed the contents of the martial arts in his mind with peace of mind.

He has X-ray vision, something that science cannot explain, so what's wrong with having one more skill?

Long Aotian hardened his heart, took out the soup spoon he had hidden, and stabbed it hard under his body.

Late at night, from a certain ward came the tragic howling like a chicken being slaughtered.

From then on, the world lost a man as indomitable as him, and gained a peerless master bent on revenge!

Forbearance, forbearance, he must forbearance!

Although he was paralyzed on one side and had three broken fingers on his right hand, he needed someone to take care of him when eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping.

But for the sake of practicing, as long as he succeeds in practicing, then everything can be restored successfully! Everything he lost will be taken back.

The pain from the cleansing was about to make Long Aotian faint. He needed to practice to the first level to heal his wounds.

Then the second step came to his mind.

You can still succeed without castrating yourself.

???

If he could succeed without castration, what would be the point of cutting off his own genitals? Wouldn't that make him a complete clown?

Liar! This technique is a liar! Why did you lie to him? Wouldn't it be better to just put the steps of not castrating yourself first?

Long Aotian's convulsions still woke up the doctor on duty.

"No, buddy, what is this loser doing?"

They had heard a long time ago that a mentally ill patient with paranoid delusions had come to the hospital and suspected every day that the doctors and nurses wanted to harm him.

The well-trained doctor on duty opened the door and saw Long Aotian lying on the hospital bed, dying, with blood all over his body.

"Vocal, what happened?"

The doctor hurriedly sent Long Aotian to the operating table. Because his limb had been severed for too long, the doctor tried his best but failed to reconnect it.

The two police officers who often asked questions about Long Aotian came to visit Long Aotian again, but this time they were called by the hospital.

After all, choosing to cut off one's own genitals in the middle of the night might indicate a mental problem.

"Brother, stop struggling. Those plots only exist in novels. How can ordinary people have so many adventures and opportunities?"

"Humph! 30 years in the east, 30 years in the west, tacit understanding that young people are poor! One day I will prove it to you!"

Faced with ridicule, Long Aotian remained calm and insisted on practicing his evil skills.

The police officer silently labeled Long Aotian as having a mental illness.

In order to prevent Long Aotian from doing anything stupid, the hospital transferred him to a cared-for ward and continued to feed him bitter medicine every day.

After the self-harmed part of Long Aotian healed, he could finally start to check the remaining contents of the technique.

However, the first step stumped him. He needed to obtain human blood before he could start practicing, and the amount required was quite a bit.

Human blood can appear in many places, but Long Aotian can no longer cut his own blood to practice martial arts, nor can he steal blood from the blood bank.

So he had only one option left, which was to crawl to the toilet and look for sanitary napkins in the toilet trash can!

He endures! He endures! Those who achieve great things don't pay attention to trivial matters!

-

The weather was clear and sunny. On a small island in a foreign country, the chirping of insects, the singing of birds and the sound of wind blowing through leaves intertwined to form the main melody of the tropical rainforest, but occasionally some discordant and tragic cries could be heard.

"Please, please let my family go. I can work like a slave for you. Please let my wife and daughter go."

A middle-aged man in a suit kept kowtowing and kneeling on the sand, hoping that the rough man with a gun in front of him would let his family go.

"Hahaha, Third Brother, what do you think we should do?"

"This little girl is so beautiful, I have to let me play with her first."

"We're all brothers, so why not shoot the men? Let's take turns playing with the women a few times before sending them to the Red Zone."

The man kowtowed and admitted his mistakes repeatedly, but he still didn't get any sympathy from the gunmen.

A few rough guys chatted with each other and decided the grudges of a family in a joking manner.

"What are you arguing about!" Among a group of black and white people, the leader was actually a middle-aged man who was not very tall and had white hair on his temples.

He didn't hold a gun, but all the mercenaries stopped communicating and waited for his instructions.

"The man was sent to the telecommunications department. If his performance didn't meet the standards, he would see the body parts of his family members every week."

"The woman will be sent to the red-light district, but we'll send her to your dormitory tonight. Don't mess around. We should have sent her there last week. The boss of the red-light district said they're short of people."

"Humph! That's because they're unlucky. Who knew they'd be so delicate and commit suicide after just a few plays? What bad luck!"

The mercenaries suddenly burst into loud cheers, congratulating their boss for making an extremely appropriate decision, leaving the family looking ashen and despairing.

In the original plot, Long Aotian has a grandfather named Long Wangba, who is known as the "King of Mercenaries", and this grandfather gave him the identity of the prince of the underworld.

And Long Aotian also witnessed the darkest side of this world.

His grandfather was the godfather among the godfathers in the underworld. With his top-notch physical skills, no one could kill him. So he formed his own mercenary group in the desert and rainforest:

The Dragon King Palace is known as the world's number one and most mysterious killer organization!

In addition to colluding with foreign politicians and acting as their dirty gloves to eliminate political enemies, the Dragon King Palace also provides various special services to the powerful. Every year, at least nearly a hundred families are destroyed by his family.

In order to make enough money, Long Wangba also extended his hand into the field of telecommunications... He caught countless piglets to work for him, and if they refused to work, he would find their families and threaten them.

Here, people are just pigs and sheep, just commodities. They don't have any sympathy, but instead think these livestock are too noisy.

When Long Aotian came here, he felt like a fish in water and did not feel any dissatisfaction at all. It took him only a few seconds to integrate into this big family. He dealt with his compatriots with peace of mind and even suggested to Long Wangba that the Dragon King Palace be opened in the country.

"I haven't been back home for a long time. I wonder how Tian'er is doing?"

Seeing the whole family hugging each other and crying in despair, Long Wangba, who was drawn out of family affection, thought of his grandson in China.

In the early years, because life abroad was too dangerous, he abandoned his wife and children, took away all the family savings and went abroad to make a living, just to give his family a good life.

When he returned home successfully, he found that his wife had starved to death, his son had died of illness, and the only one left in the family was a useless grandson.

On the contrary, the Su family, which owns the other half of the medical books, is thriving. How can this be possible?

Why did the Long family decline while the Su family rose? Wouldn't the Su family come to help support their family?

"The Su family is full of ruthless people. I hope Tian'er can rise up with the help of my ancient jade and defeat the Su family, and take back the medical books that originally belonged to our Long family."

Long Wangba had already begun to imagine the scene where the grandfather and grandson would trample the Su family under their feet, and called on his men to send the whole family to the pig slaughtering area.

Suddenly, the entire rainforest was silent for a moment, and then a sharp sound of breaking through the air completely tore apart the camouflage of the peaceful rainforest.

Before anyone appeared, a cold and emotionless female voice was heard.

"Then you are too fanciful."