Master, after his soul is gone

Looking at the man in front of her, Qing Yao swallowed, and a sense of suffocation came to her heart again, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Wen Qizhou snorted and raised his hand lightly, Qing Yao was bounced away, hit the wall and fell to the ground.

Suppressing the discomfort in her body, Qing Yao bit her lip and stood up, leaning against the wall.

Before she could speak, she heard Wen Qizhou speak, "Did the deity ever say not to do anything to him?"

Qing Yao lowered her head, biting her lower lip with increasing force.

"My lord, but that beast did hurt Yao'er, Yao'er just..."

"I just want to punish him a little bit, and I don't really want to hurt him."

"Yao'er dare not destroy Your Majesty's plan."

As soon as he said this, Wen Qizhou grabbed his neck, and a warning voice sounded in his ears, "It's best to remember what you said."

"This deity finally gained his trust. If you mess up the plan, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Qing Yao immediately knelt down and said yes in a trembling voice.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at the person in front of her, "Your Majesty, Yao'er is unclear about one thing."

"Anyway, Yan Yuzhi has lost all his spiritual power, isn't the spiritual root within reach?"

"Why... why does Your Majesty still treat him so well?"

"Could it be that His Majesty has fallen in love with him?"

Hearing this, Wen Qizhou's eyes were stained with frost, "Qing Yao, remember your identity."

"When will it be your turn to talk about the deity?"

Qing Yao bit her lower lip and said yes.

Glancing at her, Wen Qizhou said, "If you keep yourself safe, I will definitely not treat you badly in the future, but..."

Facing the warm smile, Qing Yao immediately promised, "Yao'er will absolutely keep her own place and will not cause trouble for your lord."

Wen Qizhou hummed in satisfaction, and quickly disappeared into the dark prison.

And Qing Yao sat on the ground exhausted, her eyes full of resentment, "Yan Yuzhi, you wait for me."

"The insult you suffered today, I want you to pay back twice as much in the future!"

On the other side, Yan Yuzhi didn't see Wen Qizhou even after changing his clothes.

Just when Yinshuang was going to have a look, the door was opened, and a figure came in with a bowl of porridge in his hand.

Before he could say anything, Wen Qizhou looked at him flatteringly.

"Master, this disciple specially made porridge and side dishes for you, come and eat some."

Yan Yuzhi pursed his lips, "Leave it alone, I'm not hungry."

But as soon as he said this, his stomach seemed to be deliberately against him, and it started to growl, making him blush.

Wen Qizhou hooked his lips and passed the bowl over.

Having reached this point, Yan Yuzhi picked up the porridge bowl with a sullen face.

Looking at the people eating porridge spoonful by spoonful, Wen Qizhou's mind suddenly had Qingyao's question.

He snorted lightly, he likes Yan Yuzhi, how is that possible?

What he wanted was for this person to hand over his spiritual root willingly.

After all, if not everyone volunteers, even if they fight desperately to grab it, the extreme spirit root will not leave, and even be backlashed by the extreme spirit root.

As if thinking of something, the burning feeling floated in his palm again, his hand holding the teacup stiffened so hot that he almost spilled the tea.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Yan Yuzhi couldn't help being concerned, "What's wrong with Ah Zhou?"

"But what's wrong?"

"You just came back from the outside and helped me do this without taking a break. Thinking about it, you are tired, how about..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard that Qi Zhou took off his coat and lay down on his bed.

Yan Yuzhi's ears turned red, "You..."