What kind of person was Xie Ziyou?

Among the elders of the ten peaks, he was the most unpredictable and temperamental one. He didn't like magic tools or women. All day long, he stayed in the Enchanted Garden of the sixth peak, tormenting those pitiful little monsters.

The soil outside the Demon Garden was completely dark red. Every day, there would be small demons who were badly mutilated being dragged away from there and thrown into the back of the mountain. The soil would be soaked in blood and then cleaned, and then soaked again. This cycle repeated itself. The path in front of the Demon Garden was a layer more sunken than the other parts of the path. From afar, it looked like a trench filled with dark blood.

There was a rumor in the peak that Xie Ziyou swallowed ten monster pills every day to maintain a fast cultivation speed.

Some people also said that Xie Ziyou loved to skin monsters alive and listen to their miserable howls. He also cut off the limbs of the little monsters, waited for the blood to dry, and hung them on branches to be weathered and kept as a collection.

Rumors and slanders have always been true. After transmigrating, Xie Ziyou had never defended himself. In addition, the original owner was indeed ruthless in this matter. After a while, everyone thought that it was the truth.

The Little Servant was afraid of his master's ruthlessness and had always been cautious. He was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would be dragged away and skinned alive.

But just now, he accidentally knocked over the fruit plate because … he was too shocked.

The Little Servant remembered that Xie Ziyou excitedly went to the Enchanted Garden, so he pushed open the door and entered without informing anyone.

But he never thought that there would be someone in Xie Ziyou's room.

And it was a handsome man!

And a naked man.

And a … monster.

The Little Servant knelt on the ground and kowtowed in panic. The scene that Fang Cai accidentally saw kept replaying in his mind. The shocking scene lingered in his mind.

The half-naked young man was tall and slender. His back was facing the door, and his back was stretched out in a smooth arc. The sunlight was divided into small mottled pieces by the window lattice, like a large piece of fine starlight adorning the window.

When he turned around, his handsome facial features were revealed. His sword-like eyebrows were slanted, and his eyes were slightly surprised. Sunlight shone in through the window, sweeping across his handsome nose and falling on his smooth cheeks, covering them with a layer of soft light.

The outline of the muscles on his lower abdomen was not obvious, but he could faintly feel an extremely strong explosive force. There was only a light colored satin around his waist, and his slender legs extended out from under the satin. His skin was a heroic wheat color … and it was covered with thin and long scars.

Those were the scars left behind by Xie Heng's lightning tribulation. At this moment, the old scabs had already faded, and new flesh revealed a slightly tender complexion. They were like fine lines that crisscrossed on his back and chest, and they looked extremely like … whip scars.

The Little Servant's heart was bleeding.

[I didn't expect the Sixth Elder to have such a special hobby … No, that's not right. He has always kept it a secret, and no one knows about it. It must be that everyone who knows about it has been quietly silenced!]

Oh no, I'm dead meat!

He was so scared that his back couldn't stop trembling.

He crawled on the ground and kowtowed again and again. He clenched his teeth, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

Gradually, he heard a series of footsteps, together with a slight friction sound, like a brocade cloth being dragged across the ground … Yes, the young man had a sexy snake tail.

The Little Servant was obviously trembling with fear, but he couldn't help but think about it. He subconsciously thought that the Elder Xie really knew how to play. Such a monster was probably more powerful than those delicate foxes, but the monster in front of him was obviously still wild. Wasn't the Elder afraid of being devoured?

At this moment, he heard a gentle voice above his head, "It's okay. Get up. You … Elder won't blame you."

The Little Servant trembled slightly and lowered his head.

[The Elder won't blame me … Are you kidding me? What do you say count for?]

[You're just a monster who can't even protect yourself!]

He thought about those little monsters who were badly mutilated and dragged out of the Enchanted Garden … Yes, the Elder liked to skin monsters because he wanted to hide his hobby. He didn't want people to see the traces left on the monsters' bodies!]

The Little Servant thought that he understood everything. He became more and more frightened and felt a little pity for Xie Heng in front of him.

It was a pity that such a handsome person … was about to be skinned.

Xie Heng didn't know what the Little Servant was thinking. He just felt a little strange. Why was this guy so afraid of Xie Ziyou?

His You was so kind and cute!

"Get up," Xie Heng repeated. He paused for a moment and asked, "Where is Elder Xie now?"

The Little Servant's coarse clothes were soaked with fine wine from the broken porcelain bottle. He still didn't dare to raise his head and only said in a trembling voice, "The Elder is … in the Enchanted Garden."

"Where is the Enchanted Garden?"

The Little Servant said in a low voice, "It's halfway up the mountain, northwest of the peak."

After saying these words, The Little Servant gradually became bold again when he saw that Xie Heng didn't blame him at all.

He lowered his head and could only see the young man's thin calves. The black jade-colored tail was wagging behind him happily. It kept swaying between his legs, leaving a shadow behind.

… Strange.

The Little Servant thought that it was the first time he saw a little monster who didn't change his expression after hearing the two words "Enchanted Garden".

No, not only did his expression not change, but the person in front of him even seemed very happy.

It was obvious that the Elder was very harsh on him because of the whip marks on his body.

The Little Servant's heart trembled and he didn't dare to think about it.

He knelt on the ground and hurriedly picked up the broken porcelain with his hands. He didn't care if the sharp edge of the broken porcelain would cut his fingers. He also didn't care about the jujubes, grapes, and red roses that were still in full bloom …

"Cough, cough!"

The Little Servant suddenly heard a series of weak coughs.

He subconsciously raised his head and saw that the young man in front of him suddenly became pale. He held the edge of the mahogany table with one hand, and his body kept swaying.

A gust of wind suddenly blew and rolled up the door curtain. A sudden thin red color appeared on Xie Heng's thin body. It was faint, but it seemed to be expanding.

"… Immortal Master, are you okay?" The Little Servant instinctively asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you need me to report it to the Elder?"

Xie Heng suddenly waved his hand.

"I'm fine. You can leave first."

His voice was clear, but there was a slight tremor at the end of his voice. He said firmly, "Leave the things there. You don't need to pack them up."

The Little Servant hesitated, "But …"

The young monster in front of him was decisive. He frowned and shook his head at The Little Servant.

The strange color on Xie Heng's body was still expanding. It gradually turned from light to dark. It was as if he had just been fished out of a hot soup. It was very strange.

His strong calves couldn't stop trembling. Beads of sweat dripped from his chin and splashed on his strong, wheat-colored chest, drawing several clear water marks.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and The Little Servant's pupils shrank.

He had heard that the influential people played with small monsters and had many tools to torture people. Could it be that the Elder was also on this small monster …

He immediately shut his mouth and lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at Xie Heng anymore.

The Little Servant's cheeks were slightly red. He vaguely said, "Yes, Master." Wind blew under his feet and he quickly retreated. It was as if a fierce beast was chasing after him and he would lose his life if he was late.

He didn't forget to carefully close the door curtain for Xie Heng.

"Clang!"

The moment the door curtain was closed, a low muffled sound came from inside the room. It was as if a small object had fallen to the ground. Xie Heng's tall figure also disappeared. The door curtain fluttered, and only the vague shadows of the table, chair, and bed could be vaguely seen.

The Little Servant trembled. He had guessed right. The monster had brought some torture tools. He couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as he left, the small monster fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he had left early. Otherwise, if he had seen the Elder's little pet, wouldn't his eyes have been dug out by the Sixth Elder?

The Little Servant had just breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with lingering fear.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open. Sunlight poured in, and fresh air accompanied by a chilly wind whistled in. A slender figure appeared in front of the door, and with one foot in the door, she snorted in displeasure.

"What are you doing?"

It was Xie Ziyou.

Xie Ziyou went to the Enchanted Garden. Not only did he return empty-handed, but he was also disgusted by the smell of blood and decay.

He cursed the original body in his mind for being cruel and merciless. He was sad that he would have to play such a role for some time in the future. At the same time, he was disheartened that he couldn't find Xie Heng. At this time, he was at the bottom of his spirit. When he saw The Little Servant sneaking around in his room, he spoke with a bit of dignity.

The Little Servant had just escaped the tiger's den, and now he was in the wolf's den. He was so scared that his heart suddenly stopped.

His vision turned black, and he fell to the ground with a "plop". He wailed, "Spare me, Elder!"

…

The reason why Xie Heng asked The Little Servant to leave quickly was not because of that person's messy imagination.

It was because — — he was going to change back to his original form.

The Small Array that Xie Ziyou left behind was exquisite, but it didn't contain too much Xuan Li. At this time, the demonic energy in Xie Heng's body was attacked, and it instinctively pressed back with an earth-shattering force. Without the support of another energy, it was quickly swallowed up by the demonic energy.

When Xie Heng changed back to the little snake from his human form, he fell to the ground with a "plop". He was dizzy from the fall.

He flapped his little wings and flew up crookedly from the ground. He looked at the furnishings in the room, which had suddenly become taller, and sighed helplessly.

If only there were a few more portions of Xuan Li, or if the supply of Xuan Li could last a bit longer, it would be good.

But it didn't matter. Xie Heng thought that he could use the brush and ink in the room to write down his name, and then go find Xie Ziyou with it in his mouth.

But he didn't expect that when the little snake flew into the air, there was a clear sound of footsteps outside the door curtain, and a trembling voice, "Elder, please spare my life!"

Xie Heng: "…"

Damn it!

It was obviously too late to find a brush and paper, and You was about to enter the room.

The empty iron cage was placed on the table, and the weak fluctuations of the array were still floating in the room. You would definitely find out that he had broken free from the restraint at first glance, and then the next step would be to catch him again and guard him more strictly!

What should I do?

The little snake anxiously rotated in the air, and his gaze swept from the corner of the room to the roof beam. He hesitated for a moment on the brocade quilt that was pulled to the ground, and then he took it back in disappointment.

But the situation was urgent. Xie Ziyou seemed to have scolded The Little Servant and said, "Go back." Then he immediately approached with heavy steps. As the thin curtain fluttered, the wide sleeves of the robe could be vaguely seen flying, and the young man's clear eyes and eyebrows could be seen.

The little snake's panic suddenly stopped.

He glanced at the ground with his thin, light gray eyes and locked onto the mess on the ground.

The jujube was round, the grapes were clear, and the wine was intoxicating. A Chinese rose was lying quietly on top of it.

The branches were fresh green, and the petals were delicate and beautiful. The beautiful color was rich and bright. It was lying quietly on top of the wine, like a flame floating in a quiet blue lake.