My host is very irritable

Chapter 391: Crush Their Spiritual Roots 8

"vomit……"

He Yue covered her chest uncomfortably after hearing this and looked at Lan Lingbai with disgust: "Alright, Lan Lingbai, stop disgusting me. Just call me the same thing you did before!"

"No... I... I didn't know before! I didn't know you were my daughter. It's all your mother's fault. It's all her fault..." Lan Lingbai's face suddenly changed color when he heard He Yue's words.

"Okay, both of you stop saying anything to each other. Neither of you is a good person." He Yue interrupted him mercilessly.

"Rong..."

"You are really pitiful! Your precious daughter is not yours, and you treat your own daughter as trash and throw her away."

He Yue ignored Lan Lingbai's ugly expression and continued, "I have good news for you! You will never have your own children again."

"What? What did you say?" Lan Lingbai was shocked and asked anxiously.

"Ask your beloved! She knows..." He Yue said, pointing at Shan Xianmei who was shivering beside her.

"No... I didn't..." Shan Xianmei looked at Lan Lingbai with a fierce look and shook her head in fear.

"Tell me, what did you do to me?" Lan Lingbai quickly flashed to Shan Xianmei, grabbed her neck and asked harshly.

Shan Xianmei’s face turned red due to suffocation. She struggled and uttered intermittent words: “I…cough cough cough…I cough cough cough…I gave…I gave you a high-level sterilization pill…”

Her voice was weak and almost drowned out by her own coughing.

Lan Lingbai's anger burned in his eyes. He used force with his hands, pinching Xianmei so hard that she could hardly breathe. Her tongue stuck out involuntarily, and she looked extremely painful.

"You...bitch, you deserve to die..." His voice was cold and filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Hahahaha... Even if I die, you will have no offspring..." Shan Xianmei couldn't struggle out of Lan Lingbai's palm and simply gave up.

"You...you go to hell!"

Seeing that Shan Xianmei was about to die, He Yue interrupted him.

"No! If you strangled her to death, who would I seek revenge on?"

"Here." Lan Lingbai brought Shan Xianmei to He Yue with a flattering smile on his face.

"Don't... Brother Ling, I beg you, don't give me to her..." Shan Xianmei grabbed Lan Lingbai's sleeve tightly and begged.

"Get lost." Lan Lingbai wanted to strangle her to death right away, but he couldn't refute He Yue's words now.

Because she was his only offspring, he wanted to hold her in high esteem.

"You said if I filleted your daughter into fish fillets, would you like it?" He Yue squatted in front of Shan Xianmei and said coldly.

He Yue's words were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Shan Xianmei's heart.

"No... My daughter doesn't know anything. You can't do this. You can't..."

Shan Xianmei's face was full of despair and panic. She lay on the ground, her body shaking with fear.

She clutched He Yue's skirt tightly, her eyes full of pleading and her voice choked with sobs, repeating her plea over and over again, trying to awaken He Yue's sympathy.

"You schemed against a little girl to pave the way for your daughter. Now she should pay the price." He Yue slowly stood up and kicked her out.

"Rong...Rong'er, let me do it myself with this bitch, okay?" Lan Lingbai came closer and said flatteringly with a licking face.

"Keep an eye on her and wait until I bring your precious daughter back before you do anything." He Yue ordered Lan Lingbai.

"Oh! All right, I'll keep an eye on her."

"Bang...poof..."

He Yue didn't trust him, so she raised her hand and blew up Shan Xianmei's dantian.

"Ah..." Shan Xianmei screamed and fainted. He Yue's cruelty also frightened Lan Lingbai. He stood there in a daze, fear and despair flashing in his eyes.

Will I not be let off either?

He didn't have to wait too long before he felt a spiritual power falling on him, and he discovered that his cultivation was restricted.

"You..." Lan Lingbai wanted to ask He Yue, but when he raised his head and saw He Yue's cold eyes, he immediately shut his mouth.

He Yue set up a barrier and disappeared in front of the two people. Lan Lingbai sighed and found a place to sit cross-legged, waiting for He Yue to return.

……

Mingguang brought Lan Jiaoyan back to the demon world. He immediately ordered the right protector: "Go and call the demon doctor to me."

"Yes, Demon Lord." The right protector bowed and hurried out of the hall.

"Demon Lord, her wound is very serious. I'm not sure." The demon doctor came hurriedly with the right protector and looked at the Demon Lord after checking.

"Go away!" Mingguang waved his hand to signal them to leave. The right protector took the magic doctor, bowed, and left.

Mingguang slowly input his magic power into Lan Jiaoyan's body, and soon Lan Jiaoyan opened her eyes.

She looked at the dim place and spoke with difficulty: "Where...where is this?"

"This is the demon world."

"Ah...demon...demon world?" Lan Jiaoyan screamed when she heard that.

"Stop screaming..." Ming Guang was about to pull Lan Jiaoyan, but his consolation didn't work. Instead, Lan Jiaoyan screamed even more fiercely.

"Who are you? Go away, don't come over here..." Lan Jiaoyan waved her hands to stop Mingguang from approaching.

“Stop shouting and screaming. I’m your father and I won’t hurt you.” Mingguang injected some more magic power into her and finally calmed her down.

"I have a father, and he is not you." Lan Jiaoyan immediately retorted.

"Lan Lingbai is not your father, I am your father." Ming Guang touched the top of Lan Jiaoyan's head and told her his plan with Shan Xianmei.

Lan Jiaoyan was stunned when she heard Ming Guang's words.

She didn't expect that her parents would pay so much for the Lan family heirloom.

"My dear daughter, from now on you will follow me to practice magic skills!"

Lan Jiaoyan pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"By the way, where is my mother?" Lan Jiaoyan looked around and didn't see Shan Xianmei, so she looked at Mingguang and asked.

"When your magic power is perfected, go to Qingyun Sect to bring her back." Mingguang coaxed her.

"Okay." Lan Jiaoyan thought of her mother in Qingyun Sect and didn't think about it any more.

The two of them sat down cross-legged, and when Ming Guang was about to teach her the skills, He Yue quietly landed behind them.

"boom--!"

He Yue struck out with one palm, and the two of them flew out immediately, hitting the heavy door heavily.

"Demon Lord, what happened?" The right protector shouted anxiously outside the door.

"Right Protector, come and save us... quickly..." Mingguang's voice echoed in the hall, but the Right Protector could hear nothing as he was still attacking the gate fiercely.

"You...you are...you are Nan Rong?" Lan Jiaoyan asked in horror as she looked at He Yue who was walking towards them.