In Prison Ye and Lin Heng's past clashes, Lin Heng had once used the Dao Eye.
Because of that, he had known early on that something was wrong with Lin Heng's eyes.
Immortal Eyes, divine pupils.
They were all rare treasures. Divine objects that matched a cultivator's organs were usually only of two kinds: hearts and eyes.
Of course, maybe there really were golden-kidney Saint Seiyas.
At first, Hua Qi had thought Ye Tian would suspect that she had taught Lin Heng the secret art, and had even prepared an explanation for it in advance.
In the end, he never thought in that direction at all, and even suspected Lin Heng of secretly peeping at him behind his back.
Was this a normal person's train of thought?
Who did you think you were, a pretty girl?
Inside the small town, within a brightly lit pavilion.
Several burly men stood guard outside the door. Hearing the tearing and biting sounds that came from inside from time to time, they all shrank their heads back, their hearts twisting along with it.
A disheveled young man was holding a bloody calf in his hands, feasting heartily, giving others the feeling that he had returned to that era of drinking blood and eating raw flesh.
A cup of beef-blood soup, a mouthful of beef.
By the end, he was even holding the ox head and gulping blood into his mouth.
Only after he had drenched himself from head to toe in blood did he finally stop.
"Refreshing!"
"Young Master, here!" A man whose figure was as thin as a piece of timber slowly stepped forward and handed him a handkerchief.
Although his whole body was covered in blood, one handkerchief was enough to wipe his mouth clean.
The young man elegantly tossed aside