Jiang Yantian I really didn't expect that.
This extreme thing can actually communicate with him just by relying on resentment.
Generally speaking, only those who bear Blood Sea deep hatred.
Experiencing horrendous suffering and burning your soul in the abyss of despair.
At that time, the resentful soul uttered the most vicious oath of sacrifice.
Only then can his obsession penetrate the void and be sensed by him.
Is this Wang Jiaorou qualified?
Wasn't it just that he was bullied?
However, it's not over yet.
Wang Jiaorou The raging resentment is like a torrent bursting from a dam.
Not only did it not stop, but it became more violent and sharp.
Some broken and crazy fragments of thoughts continued to rush towards Jiang Yantian.
It was as clear as a roar in his ears.
"Supreme Devil Emperor!!!"
"Please Devil Emperor grant me supreme demonic energy and power to help me break through the shackles and kill all the enemies!"
"I want to tear Jiang Yantian to pieces with my own hands and crush the bones into ashes!"
"I want to torture Chen Zheng for life, making him suffer all the pain I have suffered!"
"Not just these two people, but all the indifferent sentient beings in the world, I want to kill them all to subvert the so-called good and evil morality!"
"I am filled with humiliation with boundless thoughts of killing. From now on, I will only obey the orders of Devil Emperor. I will continue to kill without mercy!"
Jiang Yantian stood there, with an extremely rare pause on his face.
Mei Yanluo noticed the subtle changes in his aura, and his beautiful eyes moved.
With a trace of doubt. "Husband, what's wrong?"
She thought Jiang Yantian had some other interest in that woman.
Jiang Yantian slowly turned his head, with a look that was mixed with amusement and a little helplessness on his face.
He pointed at his head with a strange tone.
"Just now, someone prayed to me, asking me to give her supreme power and help her become stronger."
"She is willing to sacrifice her soul and become a slave to the devil."
Mei Yanluo blinked, not thinking there was anything strange about it.
She now naturally knows what her husband is capable of.
Isn't it normal to receive this kind of "business application"?
Jiang Yantian continued, his expression even more subtle.
"But in the process of listening to her pious appeal, I discovered the fundamental reason why she is so eager to become stronger."
"And the first target she vowed to kill was me."
He paused, looked at Mei Yanluo, and asked seriously, "Madam, how do you solve this problem?"
"Ah?" For the first time, a brief blank appeared on Mei Yanluo's beautiful face.
She tilted her head slightly, as if she didn't understand the logic.
"No... please give her supreme power, and then become stronger in order to kill you?"
Her beautiful eyes widened. "Husband, are you sure you heard correctly?"
"It's absolutely true." Jiang Yantian spread his hands with an innocent and helpless expression. "It's her."
Mei Yanluo Follow his gaze.
Looking at the elegant room still filled with despair and resentment.
I understood instantly.
"Pfft..." She finally couldn't help it, covering her lips and laughing softly.
Her shoulders hunched slightly, and ripples appeared in her beautiful eyes.
That smile confuses all living beings, "This is the first time I heard someone borrow a knife from a butcher just to kill the butcher himself."
Jiang Yantian was also dumbfounded and sighed.
He rubbed his brows.
It's like beating someone up myself, and the other person goes to report him, but it's me who answers the phone."
He turned around again and walked towards the private room.
Mei Yanluo followed with a smile, that woman is getting more and more interesting.
Jiang Yantian walked back to Wang Jiaorou, who was lying on the ground in a mess.
Wang Jiaorou is immersed in boundless hatred and crazy fantasy of sacrificing his soul to Devil Emperor.
Suddenly I saw Jiang Yantian who had left and returned.
He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
What does this devil want to do?
Jiang Yantian simply squatted down in front of her and looked straight into her bloodshot eyes filled with resentment and fear.
The tone was strangely gentle. "Are you okay?"
Wang Jiaorou's heart was beating wildly, and he suppressed his fear and shivered.
"I... I'm fine..." She thought he was teasing her again.
Jiang Yantian shook his head, and the smile on his face deepened.
"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you..."
He came closer and lowered his voice. "You plan to sacrifice yourself, communicate Devil Emperor with your soul and resentment, and pray to become stronger, just to kill me?"
"Are you sick?"
"????"
The expression on Wang Jiaorou's face froze instantly.
Shocked, confused and completely unbelievable.
How could he know?
That was the most secret and vicious oath deep in her soul.
It was earned by burning all her dignity and hope.
The last call to the legendary Taboo Devil Emperor.
How could he know?
Mind reading?
It's also impossible.
Communication at the soul level cannot be detected by mind reading!
An idea that made her soul tremble suddenly entered her mind.
All her hatred and madness were frozen.
It's over.
Could this person in front of her be the one she was calling for?
"You... you..." Wang Jiaorou's lips were trembling and his teeth were chattering.
Can't even say a complete sentence.
Jiang Yantian smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"Yes, this emperor has sensed your pious resentment and appeal."
He tilted his head slightly, seeming a little distressed and a little amused. "But I really didn't expect this."
"The fundamental reason why you begged me to make you stronger is because you want to kill me?"
Jiang Yantian sighed lightly.
That sigh sounded like a death knell to Wang Jiaorou.
"This..."
He spread his hands with an extremely sincere expression. "It's quite embarrassing, isn't it?" Wang Jiaorou felt like crying.
No, shit.
It's really him.
How could such a thing happen?
This vicious bastard is actually the Devil Emperor he called.
It shouldn't be.
Wang Jiaorou can't utter a single word.
She didn't dare to ask, let alone make any unnecessary moves.
The intention to kill the emperor was exposed by the rightful owner on the spot.
This is simply a self-destruction within a self-destruction path.
She could almost foresee the ending where she would be driven to pieces in the next second.
However, the expected wrath of thunder did not come.
Jiang Yantian just stood up slowly and glanced at her condescendingly.
His eyes were as indifferent as looking at an insignificant speck of dust at his feet.
His tone was casual. "It depends on your performance."
"The resentment is not pure enough, not intense enough, this little hatred, this shallow pain, this ridiculous obsession with revenge..."
He shook his head gently, with a hint of critical judgment. "It's not enough to impress this emperor, in exchange for the supreme demonic energy and power you want."
"But the idea of having the following sins and wielding a knife at the one who gave you strength, well, can be regarded as a unique improvement."
After saying that, he stopped staying.
Turning around, he picked up Mei Yanluo, who had been leaning against the door and watching the show with a smile on his face.
I left this elegant room full of despair.
Leave Wang Jiaorou alone.
It was as if all his bones had been taken away, and he lay limp on the cold floor.
My mind goes blank.
Not resentful enough? Don't accept it?
These few words did not stir up waves of despair.
It's a twisted, morbid hope.
Not accepting means not completely rejecting.
Not enough means there is still a possibility.
As long as the resentment is deep enough, strong enough, and pure enough.
He may give you strength!
The thought of killing him has long since dissipated.
Only instinctive fear remains.
She didn't dare, didn't even dare to think about it further.
But become stronger, become very, very strong.
Strong enough to crush everyone who bullied her.
So strong that it makes Chen Zheng, those beasts, and all indifferent bystanders pay a thousand times the price.
This desire grew crazily in her heart.
Jiang Yantian is like a key.
A door to the abyss was opened for her.
Behind the door is the power of destruction, and the ticket is her own soul and deeper and darker resentments.
Wang Jiaorou slowly raised his head.
The empty eyes burned with dark flames.
She looked at her bruised arms.
Look at the traces of humiliation under the messy clothes.
Hatred began to ferment in her heart.