After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

"Are you looking for death?"

Xu Youwei raised her head, her face already pale.

"I won't be the key."

She spoke in a low voice, but enunciated each word clearly.

"I won't be the Moon Emperor's hand either."

"This time, I'll choose for myself."

The broken hairpin was still stuck in her palm.

Beside the silver eyes, blood and silver liquid mingled together and dripped down between the fingers.

Her entire arm was stiff with pain, and her shoulder twitched, but she still couldn't pull out the broken hairpin.

Zhou Ran stared at her palm, feeling a burning urge in his chest.

This girl is really willing to risk her life.

He pulled her out of the bone well so that she could return to Jiangcheng alive and settle the messy accounts from Penglai.

It's not about letting her gamble her life in the right hand of the Heavenly Corpse.

But it was precisely this hairpin that caught her eye.

She didn't cry for help, nor did she wait for anyone to make a decision for her.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes, turned around, and rushed towards her.

The White Bone Pen cannot be viewed.

That thing is read first, then written. Seeing the name, seeing the wound, seeing the fate, the next stroke can seal the outcome.

It writes "broken bones," and people become broken bones.

It says that if someone is blind, then they become blind.

If you don't give it a chance to read, you don't give it a chance to settle down.

The white bone pen seized this opportunity and dropped another line of words into the void.

Zhou Ran turned around, his left knee shattered.

click!

A cracking sound came from Zhou Ran's left knee.

The sound of bones breaking was overshadowed by the rubbing of palm lines on the writing desk.

He lowered his body and almost knelt down.

Xu Youwei's pupils twitched.

"Zhou Ran!"

Zhou Ran did not answer.

In the next instant, he managed to brace himself.

The primordial energy surged into his kneecap, forcibly pushing the fracture back into place. Pain shot up his leg bone, his vision blurred, but he didn't stop walking.

Save lives first.

Snatch the pen again.

Finally, take the eye.

If the order is disrupted, the situation will collapse.

Zhou Ran rushed to Xu Youwei and pressed down on her right hand, which was holding a broken hairpin.

Xu Youwei gasped, her wrist almost collapsing.

"Don't pull it out."

Zhou Ran said, "Who said I was going to pull it out?"

Xu Youwei was taken aback.

She thought Zhou Ran was going to forcibly remove the broken hairpin. That would cause the silver eyes to reopen, and her efforts would be in vain.

Zhou Ran did not break the hairpin.

Within his dantian, the Nascent Soul opened its eyes.

He pressed the blood flowing from Xu Youwei's palm against the edge of her silver eyes.

The blood was her own.

The pain was her own.

As long as the pain persists, and as long as she still has a choice, this hand has not completely belonged to the Moon Emperor.

"Pain is the proof."

"She is still Hsu Yu-Wei."

The Purple-Gold Law descended.

Xu Youwei's blood became an anchor point, pinning the silver eye in her palm. The silver eye was pressed back half an inch, the silver light broke, the white bone pen lost Xu Youwei's information, and the line "Offer your eye to open the door" in the void shattered into gray dots.

Xu Youwei looked at him.

"you……"

Zhou Ran's voice was cold: "Your hand is ruined, but I can fix it."

"The person's ruined, where am I supposed to find another witness who can cause so much trouble?"

Xu Youwei's lips moved slightly.

She wanted to argue that she had no intention of causing trouble.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

She did come.

And indeed, he almost got himself into the Moon Emperor's right hand.

This debt cannot be evaded.

The white bone pen shook violently.

At the center of the palm print platform, hundreds of palm prints lit up simultaneously, and characters appeared one after another in the void.

Zhou Ran has gone blind.

"Zhou Ran's soul was broken."

"Zhou Ran's nascent soul left his body."

None of the sentences were written in complete form.

Zhou Ran no longer lets it see.

He closed his eyes, relying solely on the Primordial Bone and the direction locked by the sword intent.

The Primordial Bone resonated deep within the spine.

The intent of the blade traveled along the palm print, locking the faint sound of the white bone pen scraping through the void as it touched the paper.

step.

He stepped out.

The laceration on my left knee burst open.

The second step.

The scales on his left arm peeled off piece by piece.

third step.

The gray lines on his chest were stirred, and corpse spots surfaced on the surface of his nascent soul. The six gray lines transformed into cold threads, drilling into the nascent soul.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth.

can't stop.

If you stop, the bone pen can rewrite it.

Once she retreats, Xu Youwei's right-hand nerves will be reconnected by the Silver Eye.

At that time, Xu Youwei was gone, and Lin Qingxue could not get her legal documents back.

He had already rushed to the White Bone Pen.

The Great Wilderness Black Blade slashed down.

clang!

The blade struck the white bone pen.

The bone pen did not break, but was only deflected by three inches.

The shockwave rushed back to his palm along the blade, causing Zhou Ran's tiger's mouth to split open, and black and gold blood flowed down the hilt of the blade.

Ye Futian whispered a reminder in his mind: "This pen is connected to the palm print of your right hand."

"To cut off the pen is to cut off the entire right hand."

"You can't kill him now."

Zhou Ran said, "Then I won't kill him."

The tip of the bone pen was turned upside down and aimed at his brow.

It began to write new words.

"Zhou Ran died while writing."

Zhou Ran reached out and gripped the pen.

As the pen came into his hand, a chill crept up his palm bones. Ancient laws, Yin laws, and the laws of the Void Realm simultaneously pierced his flesh and blood, creeping deeper along his meridians.

They need to read Zhou Ran.

He should be written into the Book of Fate.

They searched for his name, his destiny, and the gray markings on his nascent soul.

Zhou Ran did not resist.

He pressed idealistic principles into his pen.

If the White Bone Pen wants to read, then let it read.

The deeper you read, the more you can't avoid one fact.

This table is no longer written on by the Moon Emperor alone.

Zhou Ran has arrived.

He also grabbed the pen.

"The writer."

"It can be replaced."

The white bone pen trembled violently.

The entire writing desk lit up with a silvery-gray light, and the lines on the palm flipped up, wrapping around Zhou Ran's ankles, waist, abdomen, and neck.

Xu Youwei gritted her teeth and looked up.

"Zhou Ran!"

Zhou Ran gripped the pen handle tightly with his five fingers.

The palm lines dug into the flesh, causing a small cut on the neck. The blood was absorbed by the palm lines and then burned back by the Purple Gold Law.

The White Bone Pen must shake him off.

He should be defined as an outsider.

He should be written as a sacrifice.

Zhou Ran did not let go.

"You write your fate."

"Then we should recognize the person who held the pen."

The white bone pen struggled desperately, its tip scribbling wildly in the air.

"Not the Lord."

"Foreign thieves."

"key."

"Offerings".

These words had barely surfaced when they were crushed by the Purple Gold Law.

Within Zhou Ran's dantian, the Nascent Soul raised its hand.

All six gray stripes are bright.

Black gold energy surged into the pen, and the Primordial Bone resonated behind him.

Ye Futian laughed.

"right."

"Take it."

"I failed to rob it back then."

"You steal it for me."

Zhou Ran grinned.

"It sounds like a dying wish."

"roll."

Ye Futian cursed, but his smile didn't fade.

The tip of the white bone pen stopped.

All the palm lines on the writing table stopped moving at the same time.

The silver eye in Xu Youwei's palm also paused for a moment.

The next instant, the white bone pen slowly changed direction.

It did not align with Zhou Ran.

It hung in front of Zhou Ran.

Two words appeared in the void.

"The new master."

A silver-gray beam of light shot up from the depths of the pen holder.

The entire right-hand plane of the Heavenly Corpse trembled.

Five finger bones in the distance bend simultaneously, pressing down towards the palm.

From the direction of the ring finger, a cracking sound came from the broken palm bone well.

Hundreds of demonic corpses lit up with demonic runes on their chests, responding to the new military order.

Xu Youwei's silver eye in her palm emitted a shriek.

It was afraid.

I fear the White Bone Pen will change hands.

They feared that Zhou Ran would not follow the fate written by the Moon Emperor.

I'm afraid this table, which has been inscribed with writing for 30,000 years, will be overturned.

Zhou Ran held the white bone pen.

The pen was still trembling, but it no longer resisted.

He opened his eyes.

The purple-gold demonic eyes ignited.

With that glance, he saw deeper into the writing desk.

At the end of the palm lines, there is no longer only the right-hand nerve.

There was a bluish-white Dharma source there.

It was nailed to the center of the platform, its shape resembling a detached eye.

Lin Qingxue's Dharma Origin.

found it.

Zhou Ran couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his eyes.

Further on, a silver shadow sat at the end of the palm lines.

The shadow looked up.

The face is not visible.

But her voice came through.

He was aloof, calm, and harbored a knowing smile that suggested he had calculated everything.

Moon Emperor.

"Write."

"I have finished writing my resurrection edict."

The white bone pen trembled in Zhou Ran's palm.

The pen tip lifted up uncontrollably.

In the void, the first stroke has already been made.

"moon……"