Doomsday Star Crystal: I have a contracted beast army

Zhang Dongliang gritted his teeth: "Whatever my adoptive father wants, Dongliang will give it to me!"

"very good!"

Zhao Yin smiled: "Then prove it to me."

"Yes...yes! Foster father!"

Zhang Dongliang had already shed a layer of sweat all over his body. He pulled out the butterfly knife from his waist, and poof!

He stabbed the knife into his shoulder, the blade rotated, and a large mass of flesh and blood, together with the white bones, was cut off by him.

His left hand trembled and drooped, and his right hand was covered in blood. He was holding the piece of flesh and blood, which was steaming.

"Father, please accept it!"

Zhao Yin looked at Zhang Dongliang's pale face, his eyes full of pain and fear, and his heart felt calm.

"Not enough!" Zhao Yin did not pick it up, but stared into Zhang Dongliang's eyes and said calmly.

"Still...not enough?"

Anger flashed in Zhang Dongliang's eyes. He didn't know why the beast god traveled thousands of miles to find him?

You found yourself just to be tortured like this?

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the beast god did not come with good intentions.

But at this time, it was too late to say anything.

He deliberately ignored these thoughts, only hoping that the strange beast god in front of him was a pervert by nature and did not plot against him.

"If my adoptive father wants it, I will give it to him as a pillar!"

puff!

Zhang Dongliang was also a ruthless person and cut off his left arm at the root.

As blood spurted out, his vision went black and he fell to the ground.

Physical pain, coupled with inner fear.

Even if he was an evolver, he couldn't hold on at this moment.

After a long while, he barely regained consciousness, held his severed arm with difficulty, and crawled towards Zhao Yin on his knees.

"Father, is that enough?" Zhang Dongliang smiled sadly.

"Not enough!" There was a hint of coldness in Zhao Yin's calm voice.

"It's... not enough?" Zhang Dongliang was completely stunned.

Could it be that the beast god tried so hard to find himself?

Just to torture him to death?

But I have no grievances against him. Such a big shot shouldn't even take a second look at me. What's going on?

Zhang Dongliang couldn't figure it out.

"Father...what else do you want?" Zhang Dongliang asked tremblingly.

Zhao Yin slowly closed his eyes, and vaguely seemed to see a young man being tied up with five flowers and wearing a magic-forbidden collar, kneeling on the ground.

Three girls came to him with determination to die and tears.

His most trusted adopted son cut off his tongue with his own hands.

Zhao Yin's eyelids trembled, it hurt!

"I...want your tongue and those eyes." Zhao Yin opened his eyes and stared at Zhang Dongliang calmly.

"Tongue...eyes?"

Desperation appeared in Zhang Dongliang's eyes.

At this time, he finally confirmed that this was not a test as imagined.

But the beast god really wanted to kill him!

"No?" Zhao Yin asked.

"Give...I give!"

Zhang Dongliang's voice became hoarse.

But he still didn't dare to fall out with the Beast God.

Zhang Dongliang only had some guesses about the beast god's true thoughts.

He wasn't sure yet.

He understood that if he fell out with the beast god, he would die or not.

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he doesn't want to die.

Zhang Dongliang trembled, raised the butterfly knife in his right hand, slowly put it into his mouth, and made a stabbing sound.

The sound of cutting flesh was heard, and half of the tongue was brought out by him.

His mouth was flowing with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked up at Zhao Yin.

The white-haired young man was still sitting lazily on the golden seat.

Zhao Yin placed his feet on the edge of the brazier, still enjoying the warmth brought by the flames indifferently.

The military kettle in the brazier made a gurgling sound after the wine inside was boiled.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, intertwined with the aroma of wine.

Zhao Yin's deep eyes were still calm, as if he was expecting something.

Zhang Dongliang smiled sadly, he understood that the other party would never be sympathetic.

The Zhongzhou Beast God has very cold blood in his body.

This is the most cold-blooded person he has ever seen.

Zhang Dongliang raised the butterfly knife again, opened his eyes wide, and stabbed the tip of the knife into the left eyeball.

Phew!

The juice in the eyeballs spurted out. He pulled hard and the two eyeballs were brought out.

"Uh uh...!"

He threw away the butterfly knife and grabbed his eyeballs and tongue in his palm, blood flowing between his fingers.

Then he spread it out for Zhao Yin to see.

Zhao Yin looked at Zhang Dongliang's miserable appearance.

At this moment, he was so calm that he even doubted himself.

There was no pleasure, no sympathy.

Calm like an outsider.

He found that he was more eager to find Jiang Xin'er than to find Zhang Dongliang.

This world is different from the previous life.

He didn't know if that girl could still live to this day like she did in her previous life.

Zhao Yin shook his head, suddenly feeling a little disappointed with himself.

The great revenge was avenged, but I was thinking about women, when did they become so cowardly?

Zhang Dongliang cannot see or speak, but he can still hear.

"My name is Zhao Yin. I was reborn seven years after the end of the world."

In this hall where only he and Zhang Dongliang existed, Zhao's hoarse voice seemed to come from nothingness, with a hint of sadness and gloom.

Zhang Dongliang was shocked all over.

Although these words were too shocking, he believed that the beast god at this moment was not lying to him.

"In my previous life, you were my adopted son. We were both brothers and fathers. We depended on each other for life and death. We have been together for seven years!"

"But you betrayed in the end...!"

As for the reason for betrayal and seven years of experience, Zhao Yin did not mention it.

He stood up slowly and walked towards the weak Zhang Dongliang.

"What I said before is not a temptation or a test. I want your soul, your body, all your memories, everything about you...!"

Zhao Yin lowered his eyes and looked at Zhang Dongliang's eyes with a calm expression.

"I want you to still serve me after you die, and you will never be able to escape!"

"Real death is not disappearance, but deprivation of everything."

"From now on, in this world, there is no Zhang Dongliang, only my clone, Zhao Yin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yin reached out his right hand and pressed it on the top of Zhang Dongliang's head.

Just as Zhang Dongliang was about to resist, his mind suddenly sank, and a spiritual force many times stronger than his soul poured in crazily.

But it's not the weakness in front of him, but a head full of black hair and full of energy.

Zhao Yin's soul figure suddenly rushed towards him, his body turned into countless soul spikes, piercing every corner of Zhang Dongliang's soul...

The unspeakable pain made Zhang Dongliang struggle desperately, but his consciousness was blurring at an extremely fast speed...

The scenes in his memory disappeared little by little in his memory...

…

In Zhao Yin's mind, a young man emerged, struggling to crawl out of the ruins.

A blood-colored star crystal was not far from the entrance to the ruins.

The young man knocked doubtfully, and the star crystal exploded. A burst of white light flashed, and a bottle of evolution potion appeared.

The boy was dirty, skinny, and had chapped lips.

He opened the potion, smelled it, and then drank it boldly.

Immediately afterwards, his expression became distorted and he fell into a coma.

When the boy woke up again, zombies had appeared around him...