There were more and more people around the guillotine outside the forest.
Yong Yesheng raised his chin slightly and looked at Ye Qingge coldly. What was going on with that lingering feeling of fear just now?
Yong Yesheng clenched his hands slightly.
Everything is part of his plan.
After Ye Qingge died, he took sole control of Luohua and changed the city's system.
The Four Star Palace is about to deal with the vampires. He sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight. Given time, this world will definitely be his.
Of course Yong Yesheng knew what kind of person Ye Qingge was. Unless he was completely sure, Yong Yesheng would never dare to reveal his motives.
Now Ye Qingge will definitely die.
Even he can't break free from the ancient dragon soul chain.
Ming Qianjue really gave him an incredible treasure.
Yong Yesheng sat in front of the sandalwood table, his eyes as dark as night.
At three quarters of noon, the fire will swallow up this living life, and there will be no more singing at night in the world.
If possible, Yong Yesheng would not want to kill Ye Qingge. If an outstanding person like Ye Qingge can be used by him, if they join forces and win the world, it will be twice the result with half the effort.
But Yong Yesheng is very smart. As long as he gives Ye Qingge a chance to fight back, Ye Qingge will send him to hell.
He not only wanted to kill Ye Qingge, but also used the most upright method to punish Ye Qingge's crime.
On the top of the mountain, a gray figure stood there.
An Suyou looked at Ye Qingge and frowned.
An Suyou's gray eyes were full of confusion at this moment.
Ming Qian Jue was crippled, and the Mercenary Association was in the hands of Ye Qingge. All the plans they had planned were all in vain at this moment.
It was only then that An Suyou discovered that Ming Qianjue had been lying to him all along, constructing happy endings in front of him, making him think that this was the best way to do it. Little did he know that it was him who was tricking Ye Qing step by step.
The song pushes into the abyss.
He would never forget the desperate eyes of Ye Qingge in the Far North. When he saw Ye Qingge struggling, he wanted to save her from the fire and water countless times, but finally, he held back.
Similarly, he lost all trust, Ye Qingge severed all ties with him, and the master-disciple relationship no longer existed.
When dreaming back at midnight, An Suyou asked himself countless times, is it worth it?
He always thought that Ye Qingge would understand his painstaking efforts in the future, but everything was in vain.
An Suyou looked at the miserable girl on the guillotine, his heart twitching.
For Ming Qianjue, Ye Qingge is another Ming Qianjue.
Ming Qianjue gave all his cruelty and bloodshed to Ye Qingge.
It can be said that Ming Qianjue witnessed Ye Qingge's growth and strength.
Ming Qianjue's goal has never been the blood race; the blood race and ambition are just his excuses.
At three quarters past noon, we finally arrived.
Yong Yesheng gave the order and was about to be executed.
The ghostly fire was eerie, suspended in mid-air.
A mysterious white figure descended from the sky and appeared in front of Ye Qingge, blocking all execution flames.
Qingge looked at the snow-white hair and strange purple-black eyes. She curled up the corners of her lips and cracked a cruel smile.
Her red lips moved slightly, her chin lifted slightly, and she called out his name like a charm: "An - Su - You."
An Suyou's appearance was beyond everyone's expectations.
The former dean of Jialan, the most virtuous and respected person, he once broke with Ye Qingge, and later Ye Qingge destroyed Jialan.
No one could have imagined that he would come out at the critical moment.
Yong Yesheng touched his chin and chuckled, "Dean An, what are you doing?"
"Lord Luohua City, Ye Qingge was once my disciple. If you want to kill her, you have to step on my corpse." An Su said.
"Go away, there's no need to show off, who are you showing it to?" Qing Ge smiled evilly and said.
The color of those eyes gradually changed.
Like the rich night and the endless abyss.
In the far north, Xiang witnessed An Suyou's refusal to save him, and he hated An Suyou extremely.
Back then/Ye Qingge had a narrow escape from death, and the massacre army was in danger. At the critical moment, everyone was on guard, and everyone was tense.
If An Suyou had taken action earlier, maybe Bai Honghai and Liu Hu would not have died, and Ye Qingge would not have to feel guilty every night.
This matter has always stuck in Ye Qingge's heart. Others don't understand it, but Xiang knows it.
He knew that Ye Qingge often had nightmares. For such a long time, Ye Qingge had never had a good night's sleep.
I feel sorry for her.
When An Suyou heard Qing Ge's words, he was startled. A sour feeling spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, and his whole body felt wilted.
Sure enough, I'm still blaming him.
An Suyou put one hand behind his back, his eyes met Yong Yesheng's eyes, and he vowed not to give in.
"Dean An, do you think you can save him?" Yong Yesheng said: "The ancient dragon soul chain is covered with flame powder. Once it touches the fire, it will spread quickly."
Yong Yesheng's eyes narrowed, and powerful spiritual energy roared out, suddenly controlling An Suyou.
An Suyou stood on the guillotine unable to move, and even the spiritual energy in his Dantian could not be released.
This is the suppression of rank.
The five-sword spiritual master born in the eternal night is one sword higher than him.
No……
It’s not the Five Swords! It’s the Six Swords Spiritual Master!
An Suyou suddenly looked at Yong Yesheng, shocked. If Yong Yesheng was just a five-sword spiritual master, he would still have the ability to fight.
It's a pity that Yong Yesheng is already a six-sword spiritual master, and An Suyou has no power to resist.
Grandpa looked at this scene from a distance, thoughtfully, and murmured to himself: "Six Swords Spiritual Master... That's going to be a bit troublesome..."
Seeing An Suyou unable to move, Yong Yesheng curled his lips.
The Nine Turns Pill given to him by Snake Burial is really useful, it can help him break through the bottleneck of Six Swords.
Yong Yesheng smiled, looked at An Suyou and shook his head, "Dean An, Ye Qingge is a sinner through the ages, you are helping the evil deeds."
An Suyou's eyes widened as he watched the clusters of ghostly fires rush towards Qingge.
At the same time, Yan Yu and Ye Jingjing rushed to the Four-Star Palace, and Yan Yu handed the evidence to the Four-Star Messenger.
"Your Excellency, please be sure to hand it over to the palace master." Yan Yu said urgently.
"Don't worry, sir." The four-star envoy took the evidence and turned around to enter the palace. When he walked up the circular staircase, the information in his hand was suddenly snatched away.
"Burial Messenger..."
"Evidence of collusion and rebellion? The palace master is in seclusion. He will definitely come out in the evening. I will give it to him when he comes out." Snake Burial said.
"If that's the case, then we'll have to go to the trouble of burying the envoy."
"..."
Snake Burial walked into the top floor with the evidence and stood in the house. A ball of fire appeared in his palm, burning the evidence to ashes.
He stood in front of the window sill and could see Ye Jingjing and Yan Yu from a high place. The two were anxious and pacing back and forth.
Snake Burial sneered.
He knew there would be such a move, so he was prepared.
Snake Burial looked at the sky, today, Ye Qingge will die.
Ye Qingge's horoscope is very strange. Only if she dies will no miracles happen in the future.
Everything is in his calculation.
She Zong pursed her lips, took out a new stack of information and walked out.
Outside the palace.
"Why has there been no news for so long?" Ye Jingjing asked.
"It's too late. We have to rush back, otherwise everything will be too late." Yan Yu said.
"Follow me." Ye Jingjing said.
A cloud of black mist enveloped the two of them and disappeared into the sky.