C166 He's like a Dog

Death was just like the moment before the eyelashes. It was so close that it caused Xuanqing to feel a chill run down his spine.

He could feel his life force being sucked away, slowly flowing out of his body, and what made him even more alarmed was that he felt that the decades of training in the art of photography were starting to drop bit by bit.

The most important thing about a grandmaster was his cultivation base. Moreover, even if his body was severely injured, as long as his cultivation was still there, he would be able to arrange a recuperation formation or Feng Shui department, and sooner or later, his body would be able to return to its original state. However, without his cultivation, he would be reduced to an ordinary person.

He no longer relied on anything in the past, nor did he make others fear him or respect his origin. This was the most tragic of them all.

"No!" As he sensed the Yin Energy that was already approaching his body, the face of Master Xuan Qing turned ashen as his lips trembled as he muttered.

But if talking could solve the problem, how could there be so many contradictions in this world? At this moment, the mind of Master Xuanqing had been completely destroyed. His entire body's cultivation in the art of camouflage gradually disappeared, and as his cultivation began to disappear, he began to age slowly. His head of silver hair had lost its former luster, and he looked even worse than those ordinary old men.

As though she had fallen into a deep abyss, Adept Xuanqing did not have the courage and strength to struggle anymore. Even the fear and panic in his heart had completely disappeared, leaving him at a loss.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that the original plan was to use Baleful Yin Force to interfere with Lin Bai's mental state and control him. However, right now, his entire body was being controlled, and the incoming Yin energy was countless times more powerful than the one he emitted. In an instant, it enveloped him, and under the attack of the Yin energy, he had completely lost the courage to resist.

In the end, it was still because he didn't know how high the heavens were and how arrogant he was being that he thought that he had failed carelessly. He hadn't thought that the difference between him and Lin Bai was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Even though he had discovered the truth in his panic, it was already too late. There was no point in doing anything. He had already become a fish on the chopping block and could only allow Lin Bai to do whatever he wanted.

The noise in the room was extremely loud. The little Daoist boy, who had been waiting outside the room for the whole time, heard it and hurriedly pushed open the door to rush in. He wanted to see what was going on inside the room, but when he looked inside, he was startled.

At this moment, Daoist Master Xuan Qing was sweating profusely and his face was as pale as paper. His body seemed to be sitting on a block of ice, trembling nonstop. The most frightening thing was that his body seemed to be restrained by someone, and he was still moving, but he couldn't move at all. He could only sit cross-legged in a strange position.

"You also have today? Aren't you a real person? Aren't you a living immortal? How did you become like this?!" The little Daoist looked up at the face of Daoist Master Xuan Qing and loudly laughed. His eyes were filled with hatred and contempt.

This little Daoist boy was brought back from the orphanage by Daoist Master Xuan Qing. When he was adopted, the little Daoist boy saw that the old man had a kind expression, but he never thought that he would live a life of suffering after he came back. He served others all day long, but if anything went wrong, he would be beaten and scolded.

A spark of hope flashed across his eyes as he looked at the little Daoist boy in front of him. He pouted and said with a trembling voice, "Save me. As long as you help me up from here, I'll give you all my savings. I beg you, help me!"

"Begging me?!" When I begged you to give me a bowl of rice to eat, why didn't you give it to me?! You're begging me now, do you think I'll pull you up from this place?! " The little Daoist looked at Daoist Master Xuan Qing and laughed coldly.

"I beg you, please help me on account of how big I raised you. Even if you don't help me on account of this favor, since you saved me, I can give you a huge sum of money. Please help me!"

"You raised me this big?! Otherwise, I would have already been beaten to death by an old thing like you. You think I don't know what you think of me, but you think I'm your slave, so you want to raise me so that I have someone to use it on you. Let me tell you, I've had enough now! " The little Daoist scolded.

Speaking to this point, the Daoist Master Xuan Qing knew that the little Daoist boy would not help him and his eyes turned cold. He looked at the little Daoist boy and scolded him harshly: "I should have known that you are an ingrate. When I brought you back, I should have directly buried you to death in the pool, but I shouldn't have allowed you to live so long!"

"Old thing, you finally spoke the truth!" Let me tell you, now that you want to soak me to death, it's impossible for you to do so. But grandfather, I can let you have a taste of what it means to be humiliated, to feel wronged, to feel that the heavens shouldn't, to feel that the world isn't right! " After the little Daoist sneered, he stretched out his hand and tore off his belt!

"What are you doing?!" Seeing the little Daoist's actions, Daoist Master Xuan Qing was astonished. He clenched his fists as he asked the little Daoist.

The little Daoist boy chuckled and walked a few steps in front of Master Xuan Qing. Then, he took off his belt, took out his little brother, turned on the tap, and rushed towards the face of Master Xuan Qing!

"Grandpa, what I want to do, I want to do this. Aren't you being awesome, didn't you not let me eat? Didn't you love to be clean? I'll let you have a taste of my grandpa's Bejewelled Nectar Elixir now!" The little Daoist looked at the appearance of Daoist Master Xuan Qing and laughed out loud. He even deliberately turned the small dragon head in his hand, aiming it at the twisting head of Daoist Master Xuan Qing.

Daoist Master Xuan Qing stared at the little Daoist with hatred and shock. His heart was filled with resentment. Back then, it was merely a crow that pulled on his dao crown, causing him to feel extremely depressed. He punished this little Daoist to not be able to eat for an entire day, not to mention now, there was a puddle of hot, fishy urine on his face.

"Old thing, I don't feel comfortable at all. Grandpa here is a genuine child urinating, it is a great tonic. I think you should open your mouth and drink a few mouthfuls, otherwise it would be such a waste!" The little Daoist looked at Daoist Master Xuan Qing's face and said.

Daoist Xuan Qing was silent. At this moment, his face was completely filled with urine. The strong smell of urine coming from the tip of his nose made him feel nauseous. As he stared at the little Daoist boy, his heart was filled with hatred.

Even though he was bullied by a dog, Xuanqing would never have thought that he would be piss on the face of this little Daoist one day. The worst part was that the yin fiend aura was on his lips, so they didn't mix tightly, and quite a few of them were piss straight into his mouth.

"Isn't this what you call fate?" "You cheat money every day, and even asked people to help you do bad things. I am acting on behalf of the heavens, so I will let this old thing know that a good person is not so easily bullied!" The little Daoist took a deep breath after taking a hot piss. As he spoke, he looked around for a weapon that matched his hand.

Not long after, the little guy found a stool by the side. As the saying goes, a bench is the king of weapons. Carrying it is convenient, and it is not easy to see through. The most important thing is that if this thing is beaten, it will definitely blossom on the face of others.

"This bench is your reward for hitting me!" The little Daoist spat on the palm of his hand and scolded harshly.

Pow!

The little Daoist boy exerted all his strength and used the small stool to smash onto the body of Xuanqing. Instantly, Xuanqing opened his face like a fuel shop, red, white, black, and green all over his face. Furthermore, his head of pale hair was drenched and stuck to his face, making him look extremely terrifying.

"This bench is repayment for not allowing me to eat!" The little Daoist lifted up his chair and hit again.

Adept Xuanqing's head hung powerlessly on his shoulder, and his face was a bluish purple. He looked to be in an extremely miserable state.

"This bench is your reward for harming your little friend who came here with me!" Tears flowed down the little Daoist's face as he thought back to when Master Xuan Qing killed his playmate. He concentrated all of his strength on the wooden bench in his hands and threw it towards the face of the Daoist Master Xuan Qing.

The nasal bone broke and blood gushed out of his nose. At this point in time, he no longer had any immortal-looking appearance. He was no better than the beggars kneeling by the side of the road.

"Old thing, you see what you look like. Does it look like a dog?! " After the little Daoist boy finished beating up Daoist Master Xuan Qing, he fell to the ground. He panted heavily and fished out a mirror from a nearby table. Then, he handed it over to Daoist Master Xuan Qing and grinned evilly.

The hatred in his heart surged. The person in the mirror had already lost all signs of what he had once looked like, and his nose was slumping down to the side, his lips were half opened, and the corners of his eyes were bruised. His bun had also fallen on his face, and the smell of urine was spreading from the inside out.

"Let me tell you, you are an old dog, an old dog that no one wants and no one keeps!" The little Daoist struggled to get up and used a stool to pick up Daoist Master Xuan Qing. Then, he quickly ran out of the house and began to pack up his belongings.

Xuanqing's body softly lay on the muddy wet ground, looking like a pathetic mess. He looked like a homeless person who had messed up a group of drunkards on a summer night market, or like a stray dog!