"Do not"

Fei Rou knelt down in mourning, spreading her hands in panic, trying to catch the powder.

But the powder was spilt and spilled from her fingers.

"No, no, no..."

She licked the powder on the finger like crazy, it seemed that even the smallest amount of powder could save her life.

With no hands left, she dipped her saliva from the ground to take the scattered powder.

Regardless of whether the powder fell into the soil or sticks to the leaves, she swallowed it as much as possible.

Mo Xuanchen stepped back two steps, quietly looking at the crazy Fei Rou.

"Fei Rou, a half-demon, orphan, a flash flood broke out when he was three years old, and was pushed down the cliff by a mudslide, and happened to be rescued by a secluded demon clan. From then on, he became a disciple and trained as a half-demon!

Fei Rou's movement of dipping in the powder froze suddenly, as if he had been restrained by the hold method, motionless.

Mo Xuanchen's voice was ethereal and flat, as if it came from the depths of her soul, and every word was deeply imprinted in her mind.

"When you were twelve years old, you met a man who made you hate!"

Fei Rou's body trembled suddenly, and her breathing became much faster.

"That man wants to marry you as a concubine, but you are arrogant and want to become a master with your own strength, so you refused! The price of rejection is painful!"

"Stop talking!!" Fei Rou suddenly roared, closing her ears with her hands.

"At the time where you were practicing, there were more than one hundred male disciples..."

"I told you not to say it!"

Fei Rou suddenly jumped up frantically and rushed towards Mo Xuanchen.

The tears on his face then fell in the wind.

"Stop talking!"

Mo Xuanchen's figure leisurely disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind her.

Fei Rou rushed forward and stopped at her feet, crouching and hugging herself as she cried.

Mo Xuanchen tilted his head slightly, after all, he didn't say any more.

Fei Rou fell on her knees, crawling and crying.

Mo Xuanchen approached slowly: "Fei Rou, everyone's life has a lot of last resort! If you get out in time, you can stay away from these last resort!"

Fei Rou's cry abruptly stopped, her eyes flickering, and her head slowly turned.

"What do you mean? Do you want me to turn away from the monster race?!"

Mo Xuanchen stood still in front of her, condescending, looking at her steadily.

"Didn't you hate and poison the monster race yourself?! If you didn't hate and poison them, why have you indulged yourself and lived for these years?! Isn't it just a kind of revenge?!!!"

Fei Rou's pupils suddenly shrank, and she fixedly looked at him.

"What else do you know?!"

Mo Xuanchen squinted his eyes slightly: "You still let me say!? Good! After you were insulted by multiple men, you chose to kill them... Therefore, you secretly practiced a taboo technique. On the day of cultivation, you unscrupulously slaughtered them!"

Fei Rou's emotions seemed to have been under control, but she was short of breath and looked at Mo Xuanchen fiercely, but she was no longer hysterical.

"You think that if you kill more than a hundred people, you will definitely die, because the people above will not let you go! What I didn't expect is that the above will not only forget the past, but also take you to another one. At the advanced level, conduct secret training to train you into the person they want... During this training process, you suddenly discover a secret..."

Mo Xuanchen's words abruptly stopped, Fei Rou's eyes trembled at that moment, and she slowly closed.