Chapter 616 Yao Mowan deserves to die, Ye Junqing deserves to die
"Hong Yi advises the Holy Lady to think twice before killing Hong Yi. People in the entire Yanchi Kingdom will know how charming and tender the Holy Lady is in bed, how slutty and shy she is!" Ye Hongyi showed a ferocious expression.
He looked at Huan Luo with a cold look on his face, and every word was like a knife. Huan Luo's heart made her life worse than death.
"Ye Hongyi! What do you want to do?" Huan Luo never imagined that she would fall into Ye Hongyi's hands, and her heart ached.
"It's nothing. In fact, Hong Yi and Lady Saint have the same thoughts. Yao Mowan deserves to die and Ye Junqing deserves to die!" Ye Hongyi sneered and looked at Huan Luo.
"Who is that person?" At this moment, in Huanluo's heart, the most damning people were Ye Hongyi and that beast who tainted her innocence.
"It's not important. As long as Hong Yi is safe, that person will never appear." Ye Hongyi naturally understood Huan Luo's thoughts and smiled lightly.
"Ye Hongyi, you are so brave, you actually dare to use your thoughts on this saint! One day, this saint will make you regret it!" Huan Luo growled through gritted teeth, veins popping out of her pink fists.
"According to reports from spies, Qi Canglan, Yao Mowan, Ye Junqing and the others have entered the Yanchi Kingdom. If nothing unexpected happens, they will arrive at the capital tomorrow. Hong Yi has no other requirements. He just wants the leader to deal with Yao.
Mo Wan and Ye Junqing, Hong Yi is not like them. They have to come up with so many tricks to get revenge. I just want these two people to die!" Ye Hongyi's eyes were dark and he looked at Huan Luo coldly.
"Do you want this saint to give advice in front of the leader? Ye Hongyi, do you want to use this saint as a spearman?" Huan Luo Ying pursed her lips tightly, her eyes as if covered with ice.
"The Holy Lady insists on thinking this way, and Hong Yi has nothing to do, but Hong Yi hopes that the Holy Lady can help Hong Yi this time, otherwise..." Ye Hongyi hesitated, and raised his thin lips with a playful arc.
"Ye Hongyi!" Huan Luo waved her sleeves fiercely, and the emerald square table beside her suddenly broke into two pieces.
"Sir, why do you need to vent your anger on a dead thing? If you hit me here, Hong Yi will never move a step." Ye Hongyi pointed at his chest with his hand, the light in his eyes as dark as ink.
After struggling for a long time, Huan Luo finally walked away. Looking at Huan Luo's fleeing figure, Ye Hongyi's eyes were treacherous. Now that he controlled Huan Luo, he was one step closer to revenge.
The night is foggy, and the stars in the vast sky are shining with hazy brilliance. It is so blurry and dreamy that it makes people feel unreal, just like Qi Canglan standing alone in the forest, with its silver hair fluttering in a beautiful arc, so beautiful that it makes people sigh.
"Is something wrong?" Yao Mowan stood behind silently, quite hesitant. For some people, she could be shady, but facing Qi Canglan, she really didn't want to hurt him in the slightest.
"It's okay." Yao Mowan reluctantly raised her lips. She originally wanted to ask him to intercede for Ye Junqing, but when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't speak.
"Are you worried about Ye Junqing's safety?" Qi Canglan said, Yao Mowan's face turned red and she had no choice but to walk over.
"Wan'er just doesn't want Ye Junqing to die." Yao Mowan said bluntly. If she continued to talk about it at this time, it would be pretentious.
"The leader may not let Ye Junqing go. If you talk too much, the leader may...not be able to tolerate you." Qi Canglan's words were very explicit, and the implication was that keeping Yao Mowan silent was golden.
"Is there no other way?" Yao Mowan turned her eyes and looked at Qi Canglan. The gentle moonlight seemed to have coated Qi Canglan's cheeks with a layer of silver. Just one side of it could dazzle all living beings.
"No." Qi Canglan responded decisively,
"Then Wan'er can only die with Ye Junqing." Yao Mowan smiled bitterly, a trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes.
"What about me..." Qingyue's voice floated over his head, and Qi Canglan turned around and walked up to Yao Mowan. His deep eyes were as smooth as an ancient well, and the light in them was filled with intense heat.
Her heart suddenly lost its rhythm, and Yao Mowan looked blankly at the man in front of her. He was as handsome as a god, and anyone would be moved.
"It's getting late, you should go back and rest." Before Yao Mowan could react, Qi Canglan had already touched her head and floated away like riding the wind. Suddenly, there was a gorgeous light and shadow in the night sky, comparable to the moonlight.
Until Qi Canglan walked far away, Yao Mowan still stood there, her heart unable to calm down for a long time. At that time, Qi Canglan's eyes were too deep and blurred, which made her heart aching. She didn't want to hurt such a direct immortal.
Man, but in the end he failed to do so.
"Why do you treat me like this?" The rich voice reminded him later, and Ye Junqing walked over step by step. Yao Mowan took a deep breath, and when she turned around, she smiled as brightly as a flower.
"Because I like you!" Yao Mowan's tone was obviously teasing.
"But I only have Mo Wan in my heart. Apart from Yao Mowan, I will not be tempted by any woman. Even if they look exactly the same, it is impossible." Along the way, Ye Junqing could feel the sincerity of the woman in front of him towards him, especially
On the warship, Ye Junqing was shocked by his determination to live and die with him. But what could this change?
"What you said is really hurtful. Fortunately, Wan'er is not too thin-skinned, otherwise she should find a crooked tree and hang her to death." The more Ye Junqing was like this, the more Yao Mowan felt at ease, being completely obsessed with such a man.
In love with you, what more can I ask for?
Yao Mowan smiled lightly and walked around Ye Junqing, walking back to the inn. Ye Junqing was left standing there alone, not knowing how to advance or retreat.
Just as Ye Hongyi expected, at noon the next day, Qi Canglan and the others had just entered the capital, and there was a group of people from the Imperial Religion waiting outside to greet them. Rather than greeting them, it was better to say they were arresting Han Jinyi and Ye Junqing.
"The leader ordered the high priest and Saint Wan'er to rush to the main altar immediately, and Han Jinyi and Ye Junqing were taken into the dungeon." The leader was Rakshasa, one of the four great protectors of the Imperial Religion.
"It's better to settle them both in this saint's residence first. Wan'er will make it clear when she meets the leader." How could Yao Mowan let them take Ye Junqing away like this? She immediately stepped forward and said.
"The leader's order, please obey!" Rakshasa knew Yao Mowan's identity, and there was no respect in his words. Just when Rakshasa was about to take action, a cold light flashed, and then he saw Rakshasa covering his shoulder with his left hand, feeling pain.
He took a few steps back.
"Didn't you hear what the saint said clearly? The saint will report this matter to the leader! You guys stand down!" Qingyue's voice came from above everyone's heads, and Diao Diao appeared in front of everyone as Yao Mowan expected.
Her delicate little face is as beautiful as a spring flower.
"Don't worry, Master. Diao Diao will take Han Jinyi and Ye Junqing back to the Holy Lady's Mansion first, and see who dares to stop them!" Naturally, Diao Diao's identity as Rakshasa was known, so he could only retreat in anger.
Seeing Ye Junqing and Han Jinyi following Diao Diao back to the mansion, Yao Mowan's clenched heart calmed down a little. Just meeting Sikong Mu, how could she save Ye Junqing's life?
"Let's go, don't keep the leader waiting for too long." While Yao Mowan was thinking deeply, Qi Canglan had already walked over, his voice was as gentle as jade, and there was no emotion at all.
And when Qi Canglan and Yao Mowan walked into the main altar, Huan Luo and Ye Hongyi were already on the left and right. Atop the giant python, Sikong Mu was still dressed in black robes, and his golden mask was as cold as ice.
"Canglan pays homage to the leader."
"Wan'er pays homage to the leader." Yao Mowan was much calmer when she entered the main altar again. The faint cold light of the night pearl and the pair of yellow eyes on the python's head could no longer cause any visual impact to her.