Qingge didn't know how she left Yun Mansion. Her legs were a little heavy, as if they were weighed down by two mountains.
As soon as she turned her head, she could see Ji Yue's profile, with a deep outline and a perfect enchanting look.
Ji Yue is so close to her, yet so far away.
She thought time went very slowly, but two or three years passed by and months passed by.
Thinking that Ji Yue was about to go to the Demon Realm, Qingge's heart kept shrinking, and unspeakable pain spread throughout her limbs, making her hands and feet weak and weak.
The time we spend together is always so short.
Five months.
Every night is indescribable.
The sun shines brightly every day.
Finally, it was time for him to leave.
The elder of the Demon Realm personally came to pick him up, and with him came the Saint.
Naturally, there are also guardians of the Nine Realms.
In the Yefu compound, the night is as cold as water.
In Fengyue Pavilion, Qingge and Ji Yue were lying on the bed, and clusters of green flames bloomed in Fengyue Pavilion.
Ji Yue stood up.
Qing Ge frowned and wanted to wake up. Ji Yue waved her hand and released a burst of mysterious aura. The aura enveloped Qing Ge and made her gradually fall asleep peacefully.
Ji Yue looked at her deeply and then walked out of Fengyue Pavilion.
"Prince Ji, it's time to go," the saint said.
Ji Yue's eyes were as sharp as a knife and she glanced at the Saint. Her gaze was extremely terrifying. Suddenly, the Saint fell silent.
"Zi Yan, take good care of her." Ji Yue smiled bitterly.
He must be the most incompetent man in history.
Ji Yue's body stiffened and she walked towards the green flame light.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded. Ji Yue suddenly looked back and saw Qing Ge, who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully, running out with bare feet. She was dressed in a plain white shirt, with a sleepy look on her face and eyes.
Deep down, there was a trace of fear.
Ji Yue looked at her deeply, a look that lasted forever.
Qing Ge is like a wild boar Ji Jiuye rides, jumping into Ji Yue's arms,
Ji Yue stretched out her hand tremblingly, hugged Qingge tightly, and rested her chin on the top of Qingge's head. A deep magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "As your man, I can't be your god. I'm sorry."
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No matter how many hardships and ups and downs she faced, she went through them alone.
Qing Ge smiled and said: "When you experienced life and death in the Demon Realm, I was not by your side."
Ji Yue was startled and laughed.
"Don't drink the phantom water. Even if you die, don't forget me." Qing Ge's eyes turned red and her breathing suddenly became rapid. She clutched Ji Yue's sleeves tightly, opened her eyes and said, "So what about the demons?
The worst thing that can happen is to die and go to heaven and hell. The worst we can do is to go through it all together."
Ji Yue's body froze and trembled slightly.
Every time we were separated, Qing Ge tried his best to suppress his emotions.
But this time, she finally couldn't hold it any longer.
She has experienced too much life and death, and endured endless pain.
Ji Yue said nothing, leaned down and kissed the soft red lips.
The affection was deep and the temperature was scorching. After a long time, Ji Yue let her go, and a wisp of green flame burned on Ji Yue's body.
Qingge wanted to hug Ji Yue, but failed.
Her hands were empty.
She stared at her palms with dull eyes.
Ji Yue's face disappeared in the green flames.
The saint, the elders of the Demon King's Palace, and others all left. Qingge's eyes widened and she collapsed to the ground helplessly.
All around, only Xi Zi spoke.
Xi Ziyan lowered his head, and there was a porcelain bottle containing phantom water hidden in his sleeve.
Ji Yue said that if he dies one day, she will let Ye Qingge drink the phantom water and forget about him.
It can't be said that he will die, he will just become a demon pill, and after ten thousand years, he will be a hero again.
But after ten thousand years, Ye Qingge’s bones may not be found.
Xi Ziyan collected the phantom water, walked to Qingge, and said: "There is movement in the Nine Realms. Within three days, you must reach the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. People from lower planes must enter higher planes.
You must pass through the Nine Realms Formation, otherwise even if you go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, you will still be a cultivator on a low plane. The Nine Realms Formation will randomly send you to any corner of the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. I have no control over this matter. I am now
The plane I am in charge of is the Four-Star Continent. I will work harder and try my best to go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, so that I can be of some help to you."
Qingge's eyes were empty. She closed them, fell back, and lay on the cold ground.
The white shirt was piled up in wrinkles on the ground, Qingge's body was curled up, and she was trembling.
She lay like this, while Xi Ziyan stood motionless.
The early morning light fell on her fair and flawless cheeks. In the hazy atmosphere, Qingge opened her eyes and opened her dry mouth.
Her body felt a little numb and then she stood up.
"Tomorrow and night, take me away." Qing Ge said and walked into the house.
Xi Ziyan looked at Qingge complicatedly.
No matter when, Ye Qingge was the hero in his heart. He was the hero in Qingshi Town who protected the people of the city and drove away countless monsters.
Xi Ziyan smiled, and the green flames swallowed him completely, and his figure disappeared in Fengyue Pavilion.
After Qingge calmed down, she started to deal with the four-star matter.
The people of the four empires live and work in peace and contentment. One of the four kings is missing. The gears of time are turning, but everything has returned to the past.
She handed over the position of Lord of Luohua City to Ninth Brother Yan Yu.
In the mercenary union, she wrote a letter to inform Tu Lieyun, Asuka and others that a disciple she had accepted, named Hu Zi, has now done something good and can replace her as the president of the mercenary association.
Netherworld Island is controlled by Ye Jingjing and No. 1.
Qing Ge couldn't help but think about how great it would be if Fen Que was still here. Under Fen Que's control, the vampire clan would definitely get better and better.
It's a pity that such a good person died.
Nightmare also left.
Embark on a journey alone.
A strange world, bloody and cruel.
When Ye Qingtian learned that Qing Ge was leaving, he was so depressed that he couldn't eat.
Qingsha Yao's belly was already very big, and the sun was just right. Qingsha Yao sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air. Qingge touched her bulging belly and asked with a smile, "Have you chosen a name yet?"
Mentioning this matter, Qingsha Yao frowned in annoyance, "Grandpa said, I want to be called Ye Junzi. If she is a girl, she will be called Ye Jiaren, Ye Beauty. With a name like this, others will think of a gentleman and a beauty. It is simple and crude."
Qingsha Yao looked at Qingge as if asking for help, wanting to cry but without tears.
Qingge was startled, but she actually thought the name was pretty good.
"You and your brother should also come up with their names. When the child is one month old, let her draw lots." Qing Ge said.
Qingsha Yao's eyes lit up, "This is a good idea."
Suddenly, Qingsha Yao's eyes dimmed, "Ziye, are you leaving?"
"Yes."
"You are a girl who lives outside and has no relatives around you. How can I be reassured?" Qingsha Yao frowned deeply.
"Not afraid."
"It's a pity that none of us can accompany you to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods." Qingsha Yao sighed.
Only great spiritual masters are qualified to go to the heavenly realm of gods.
Looking at the four-star continent, the only great spiritual masters are Snake Burial and Ye Qingge.
For others, even if they want to go, they may not be able to do so.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, quietly waiting for the arrival of midnight.
When they learned that she was leaving, the people rushed to the gate of Ye Mansion. Under the stairs and on the broad avenue, they were all crowded with people.
They knelt in front of Ye Fu, clasping their hands together, piously and seriously.