"I am willing." Du Ru Lan kept kowtowing.
"If you are willing, Decapitation Head, take him to the side hall to test his Blood-Pulse."
Han Sen did not plan on giving Burning Lamp Wealth God a Blood-Pulse. He wanted Decapitation Queen to give him a Blood-Pulse.
What kind of Blood-Pulse was given to Burning Lamp depended on his talent. He could take care of him, but he could not force Decapitation Queen to give him a Blood-Pulse.
When Du Ru Lan heard the God of Wealth statue, she was shocked. She saw Decapitation Queen walk to the side hall. She thanked her again and followed Decapitation Queen into the side hall.
Du Ru Lan was from a good family. When she saw the Decapitation God statue in the side hall, she knew Decapitation Queen was the sub-god spirit of the God of Wealth Temple. She was disappointed.
The main god of a temple was the strongest. If he was a sub-god, even if his Blood-Pulse was good, how good could he be?
Now that things had come to this, Du Ru Lan could not say anything. The fact that the mother and son were still alive was a great blessing. She did not want to be picky.
Decapitation Queen held the little boy and went before the god table. She put the little boy on it and said, "If you are willing to be my queen, pick up the sacrificial knife and cut your finger. Let your blood drip into the god stove."
"Mister, he is too young. Let me help him."
Du Ru Lan got up to help, but she suddenly felt as if she could not move. A scary power was suppressing her.
"This is his choice," Decapitation Queen coldly said.
Du Ru Lan could not speak or move. She could only look at her son. Her heart was on fire.
The little boy was very special. He had been through a lot, but he did not cry or make a fuss. After hearing what Decapitation Queen said, he stood up. He picked up the sacrificial knife on the table and cut his little finger. He let the blood drip into the god stove.
Boom!
The god stove had a purple and black flame. It turned into a demon fire that shocked the sky. The whole side hall was filled with a murderous air. A murderous guillotine with a murderous air appeared in space.
Han Sen was in the main hall. He laughed and said, "It is no wonder Burning Lamp is Burning Lamp. Even if he is dead and reincarnated, he is still very powerful."
Burning Lamp was able to bring the Buddha from a nameless race into the forest of experts. He had even almost made the Buddha a top higher race. His ability was not something ordinary people could compare to.
Decapitation Queen knelt before the God of Wealth statue and said, "Mister, Decapitation Queen wants to sign a God Spirit contract with him. She wants him to become my Blood-Pulse."
"Okay." Han Sen only said one word.
Decapitation Queen did not hesitate. The guillotine and the doll had a sky full of purple and black flames. It became a scary fire. It went for the little boy.
The little boy's body was suddenly wrapped up by a purple-black flame. His forehead had a weird mark of a guillotine. Inside that mark, there was an Annihilation God Spirit mark.
"Decapitation Queen is an Annihilation God Spirit?" Du Ru Ruo was shocked and happy. She could not believe what she was seeing.
A god temple's sub-god was an Annihilation class being. She could not imagine how scary the main god of that temple was.
"God has mercy. My son finally has hope." Du Ru Lan was so happy that she cried.
Han Sen saw the little boy sign a contract with Decapitation Queen. He had become Decapitation Queen's Blood-Pulse inheritor. His face looked weird. His head started to flash with weird images.
He thought about the little boy growing up. He would be as merciful as Burning Lamp Alpha. He would be holding a guillotine to kill countless elites. It made Han Sen feel weird.
In a little garden in the Feng family's castle, Qin Bai and Bao 'er were sitting in front of a chessboard.
"Bao 'er, do you know how to play checkers?" Qin Bai asked with a cocky look. "Let me teach you how to play."
Bao 'er looked at him with disdain. She lifted her lips and said, "You learned checkers from my dad, didn't you?"
"I forgot about that," Qin Bai said with a laugh. "You are Han Sen's daughter. How could you not know how to play checkers? That is good. You and I can play 300 games. I will not go easy on you."
"You have to keep your promise. You have to play 300 games." Bao 'er laughed.
"Of course," Qin Bai happily said. "You go first."
He was obsessed with checkers. Plus, he did not need to practice his sword. He did not mind playing as many games as he wanted.
Bao 'er was not going to be polite. She picked up a stone orb and jumped forward.
When the piece was placed down, Qin Bai did not see it that way. It was like a shocking sword Qi was stabbing towards him. It made him feel like it could even pierce the sky.
Qin Bai was so scared that he wanted to scream, but he realized he could not scream or move. He could only watch as that shocking sword air went into his head. He was so scared that he peed his pants.
Of course, that was not a real sword air. It was the Heart Sword that Bao 'er used. That sword skill was the Six Paths Emperor's skill. Han Sen learned it. Han Sen did not learn it all, but he used it sometimes. Bao' er learned it.
Now, Bao 'er used Heart Sword to simulate the Wavy Sword Skill's sword mind. She attacked Qin Bai's will and made him feel the Wavy Sword Skill's sword mind.
Learning was a difficult thing, especially for people who did not want to learn. It was harder than climbing to the sky.
There was one situation where people could learn very quickly, and it was hard for them to forget.
That was the saying, "Once bitten, twice shy." It meant that the more you lost, the more you remembered. It did not mean you became smarter.
The more pain you felt, the easier it was for you to remember the lesson. Bao 'er was using that method. She wanted the crown prince to remember the Wavy Sword Mind.
Qin Bai's tragic life began. He realized he could not make a sound or move. His body could not even control itself as he played chess with Bao 'er.
Every time Bao 'er placed a piece, it turned into a scary Wavy Sword Mind. Even though he knew the sword mind would not kill him, it still made Qin Bai feel so much pain that he wanted to die.
The pressure of the swordmind was difficult for ordinary people to withstand. The damage to the soul was not as simple as physical pain. Qin Bai had to endure that scary sword skill over and over again. Every time, it made Qin Bai feel as if he was going to die. His heart was going to collapse.
His guards did not know what was going on. They thought the crown prince was playing chess with Bao 'er. No one knew Qin Bai was suffering inhumane torture.
Jia Yizhen was in a good mood. Crown Prince Qin Bai used to be afraid of her the most. No matter how naughty he was, he would listen to her and complete the homework she gave him.
This time, Qin Bai did not practice his sword. He ran out of the palace to play. That worried Jia Yizhen. She was worried about the future of the Qin Kingdom.