When Qing Ge, Emperor Mieyu and others left, Yan Bingtong looked at her back and took a step forward, "Ge'er."
Qingge paused and looked back.
Looking at each other for a long time, Yan Bingtong's hand holding the scepter tightened, and after pondering for a while, she said: "I'm waiting for you for my mother."
"..."
Unstoppable.
This is the origin of sorrow and disaster.
Qing Ge laughed, then turned around, turned his back to countless people, waved his hands lightly, and then walked towards the thundering sky with Emperor Destroying Desire.
At that moment, the scepter in Yan Bingtong's hand fell to the ground, and she collapsed completely. Her eyes were red but without tears, dry and painful.
Her hands were trembling, her body was covered in cold air and frost as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her limbs were all soft.
Jiu Ci helped Yan Bingtong up, and Moyou picked up Yan Bingtong's scepter. Yan Bingtong was trembling and almost fell down.
The two of them helped her walk to the warm ground, while the others just watched. After a long time, Yan Bingtong wailed: "My poor daughter, why is her life so miserable..."
Jiu Ci clenched his fists, his eyes turned red, and the soul-eating nails on his entire spine gradually loosened.
His eyes were full of determination and anger.
The worst thing in the world is being powerless.
I just thought that there was a bright future in another village, but how could I know that the next moment, it would be bloody and violent again.
Yan Bingtong never made a move, nor did Jiu Ci. They were not afraid of facing Emperor Mieyu, but as Ye Qingge's relatives, they understood Qingge's thoughts.
The final result is that they all have to go to Wuji Sect, and Qingge doesn't want any other surprises to happen.
The rest of the people gradually dispersed, but the King of the Seventh Palace still stopped where he was, his body trembling.
It started to drizzle in the early morning. The princess held an umbrella for him and said, "Your Majesty, let's go first. Ge'er will be fine."
"There are so many people in the world, why is it Ge'er?" The King of the Seventh Palace closed his eyes and sighed: "You child has a hard life."
Ah Rou was sitting on the golden lotus. It was too difficult to look up and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. Lou Lan clutched the Star-cutting Sword tightly, and finally sat beside Ah Rou, resting her head on Ah Rou's shoulder.
"Amei." Loulan squinted her eyes and looked at the sky: "Tell me, why is it so dark today and how long will it take before we can see the sun?"
Ah Rou's eyes flashed, "Probably, I'll never see you again."
"Yeah, I can't see it..."
In this city, there is only smoke, continuous drizzle, and endless disasters.
The vast world.
There is no more Qingyang.
Loulan raised her hand and stroked the dead leaf butterfly in her hair, closed her eyes, and prayed: "The empress must return safely. Loulan hopes to shorten her life by fifty years."
Ah Rou took out the glass ornament engraved with the image of the empress, put it gently in the palm of her hand, and put it against her chest: "A Rou, wait for the empress to come back." The Queen of Yaochi looked at the two sisters, walked up behind them, squatted down, and held one in each hand.
Hugging each other: "Two young girls, no matter what they do with their sad faces, give me a smile. What's there to be afraid of? The empress can be here.
Coming out of the Void Forbidden Land means that the Empress can be safe and sound this time."
The Queen of Yaochi randomly pulled the cheeks of the two sisters, forcing them to laugh.
Loulan was puzzled and looked unhappy, "Queen Yaochi, are we familiar with you?"
Queen Yaochi grinned and said: "I have been attacking Wuliang Principality for so long, how can I be unfamiliar with it?"
Loulan's face is getting darker and darker. Is this called familiarity? Isn't it a mortal hatred?
Queen Yaochi narrowed her eyes and said, "You really hold a grudge, why don't you attack for a while? Do you still remember? In the future, I will ask you to play with the nine sacred beasts and smile. The empress is not dead yet. Don't act like you are attending a funeral."
Loulan has never encountered such a shameless person.
However, because they had helped the empress together in the Flame World east of the Nine Realms, Loulan felt a little less grudge-y, but her brows were still furrowed.
You must know that before this, the person she hated the most was the Queen of Yaochi. This woman wanted to attack Wuliang Principality all day long after she was full and had nothing to do. Loulan wished that one day, with the sword in hand, she could slaughter all Saint Luo Fort.
But now, Loulan just hopes that Queen Yaochi will stay away from him and the empress.
It's really annoying.
The Queen of Yaochi, however, stayed out of sight and stretched out her hand to smooth the sorrow between Lou Lan's brows: "Why are you frowning? Give me a smile."
Lou Lan: "..." She is going crazy.
But he said that there are five heavens and the Wuji Gate.
To reach the Five Heavenly Paths, you must pass through eighty-one towers, the Nine Heavens, the Five Flowers Realm, the Thunder Pond, and the Dragon Slaying Formation!
Under the leadership of Emperor Mieyu, Qingge passed smoothly and came to Wuji Gate.
At this time, standing in the territory of Wuji Dao, Qing Ge's face turned pale and his body was trembling.
She couldn't withstand the violent and crisscrossing forces of the five heavens!
When Qingge was about to fall, Emperor Deyu reached out his hand and gently held her shoulder.
The four young men were once again stunned. Thinking of Qing Ge's beauty and the fact that Emperor Yu Yu was never married, they couldn't help but wonder: Could Emperor Yu Yu have fallen in love with this first-order Xuanling Master?
Look at his appearance and temperament, he is indeed worthy of Emperor Destroying Desire, but his strength is just a little bit behind.
First-order mysterious spirit...
What a garbage situation.
Ants.
When Qingge's breathing became increasingly difficult, a thunder robe was draped over Qingge's body.
"I'll lend it to you temporarily to resist the aura of heaven." Emperor Mieyu said.
Qingge raised her face and looked at Emperor Mieyu in surprise. Not to mention the four young men, even Qingge herself was a little suspicious of whether Emperor Mieyu was up to no good.
Qingge's appearance is as beautiful as a flower and jade, with the bloodstains on the side of her face adding a more enchanting color. Her eyes are like paint, clear and agile, and as deep as the calm deep sea.
"Don't seduce this emperor with this look."
After the Emperor of Desire had finished speaking, he stepped out with a formidable momentum.
The four young Tiandao people watched with eyes, nose, nose, and heart, and did not dare to look around. They wished they could erase the memory of just now, for fear that the Emperor of Desire would do something to kill people and silence them.
Qingge looked at the back of Emperor Destroying Desire, twitched the corner of her mouth, touched her face, and then looked at a stunned young man from Tiandao: "Your Excellency, am I beautiful?"
The Tiandao young man almost choked on his own saliva, but he looked at Qingge seriously, and then replied: "Beautiful..."
Qing Ge gathered up Thunder's robe and sighed: "A beautiful woman is really in trouble."
For a moment, the Tiandao young people looked at each other, not knowing whether this guy was being narcissistic or boasting.
Qingge kept up with the pace of Emperor Mie Yu, looking around, fearing that she would miss some vast and wonderful scenery.
The young people were a little stunned.
Is this girl here to enjoy the flowers and the moon?
Such composure is indeed impressive.
Although Emperor Mieyu was walking in front, he was also observing Qingge and found that Qingge was calm and unhurried from beginning to end, without any hint of timidity.
It's not like someone who has come to the realm of Heaven for the first time.
Immediately, Emperor Destroying Desire sneered coldly. The one chosen by Old Man Wuji is the dragon and phoenix among men, and the red rabbit among horses.