The Genius Wife of the Pampered King of Hell
Chapter 3 – Asura Stepped Out of Hell
Edited by purpledragon
There was a split second of silence in the room, everyone was dumbfounded by the immediate sight.
"He ... did he die?" Someone opened the cage and dragged him out to check his breath.
"The stinking girl, resisting our good intentions only to lose her life, what a shit!" One of them viciously kicked the little girl's body, unhappily spitting out a mouthful of saliva, "Honey, there's only this furnace today, break me, your father's good mood!"
Old Jiang squatted on the ground, touching the delicate skin of the little girl to gauge her softness, “Although she cannot match a furnace like this, the soft skin of this body that is peeled to make a human skin drum is also good. …”
His statement was not finished yet when Old Jiang's hand on the little girl's body suddenly froze.
His pair of muddy eyes came into contact with a pair of pitch-black phoenix eyes.
"He's.he's not dead!" Someone exclaims.
The next moment everyone heard Old Jiang howl sadly: “Ah Ah—-!! My hands! My hand-!!"
It seemed that the hand of Old Jiang who had originally caressed the little girl's hand was now limp because under her elbow it was pliable as if there were no bones. It was actually...all bones were completely shattered!
Everyone stiffened on the spot for a moment, looking stunned at the partially dressed little girl as she slowly stood up.
Obviously just a moment ago the weak and crying slave was shivering inside the cage, but now he was like Asura coming out of hell.
The blood on his forehead flowed downward similar to a full-blown red poppy.
A gloomy cold energy filled the air, while a thick fog spread within the room, as if the God of Death swung a scythe, making people instinctively tremble in fear.
"You...who are you?"
The speaker had just finished when a cold blade suddenly flashed through the air. As soon as 'ka la' sounded, there was a person's neck cut off, his eyes opened wide, cutting off his breath.
"Don't... .don't you come—-!"
The auction product examination room was extremely messy. People fled in panic, forgetting that they themselves were the first rank Qi Refiner of martial artists. They had also forgotten the fact that just a moment ago, that the slave who was trembling in fear in the cage was their responsibility and that they had oppressed and humiliated him.
However, was there anyone who could escape the scythe of the Death God?
There ain't!
Everyone felt a burst of piercing cold wind pass through them and with not enough time to react, suddenly came a great pain in their necks and in the blink of an eye they all lost consciousness.
Ten breaths, only ten short breaths, and the room soundlessly filled the dead.
The naked foot of the little girl stepped between the corpses, with an ice-cold expression and gloomy eyes she whispered: "All of you are a thousand years too early to hurt me because of me, He Xi, live once more."
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Inside the Gluttonous House of Yan Jing City was a weak and pitiful slave who had been bullied and humiliated until he died. When he once again opened his eyes, he had become the 21st century gold medal killer – He Xi.
As He Xi crossed over, he obtained his forming memories.
The former owner of this body was named Nalan He Xi, coincidentally they had the same name.
However, the former life was very different from He Xi's. Nalan He Xi was born in a kingdom that respected martial power and cultivation base, Jin Ling Kingdom. His father was a world-renowned physician, but he was a crippled trash with no spiritual roots[1]. Not mentioning cultivation techniques, he did not even have any innate medical talent.
Nalan's biological mother He Xi died after giving birth to her, and when she was a child her stepmother assigned her to live in a separate slum to perish on her own. The evil slave in the separate courtyard saw that he had no authority or power, and that he was considered as trash, so they would bully him endlessly. They would cut the cost of his food and clothing for themselves, and often harassed him as if he was inferior to the slaves!
But even after being treated like this, the people in the Nalan Family still did not let go.
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[1] Spiritual Root ( ⁇ line) – root of life. Figuratively speaking: the foundation of one's body and soul. Cultivation usually required some minimum level of innate talent, so someone with bad luck or poor body condition might find it impossible to even take the first step. In some novels, the quality of one's Spiritual Root could be tested to determine if they had the talent needed to cultivate. Rare individuals might even have special Spiritual Roots that would allow them to cultivate quickly or provide them with other benefits.
(source from: immortalmountain.wordpress.com )