Ye Zhengxiong coughed violently for a long time, and finally stopped. He drooped his head, raised his head feebly, and looked at Qingge. His eyes fell on the white hair, and he smiled at himself again, "I have never
I never thought you would be nameless."
Sing softly without speaking.
"Is Wuhen not here yet?"
"No."
"Where's Ye Yu?"
"No."
"..."
The man laughed again, maniacally. He was about to die, but none of his children came over. They were not even willing to walk a short distance to see him for the last time. This shows how failed he was as a father.
"Song."
This was the first time that Ye Zhengxiong calmly recited Qingge's name. Qingge took a step forward as a response. Facing this man who could die at any time, she also had complicated thoughts. She had also hated, hated, and had murderous intent.
After surging, she thought that in the end, both of them would watch one of them die with grim faces.
I didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, but the atmosphere was so good.
Ye Zhengxiong suddenly fell back. When he fell, he clutched Qingge's sleeves tightly. His eyes were wide open and his eyes were about to burst. The eyeballs seemed to jump out of their sockets. The bloodshot eyes were so obvious. His hands
The dark blood dyed the rouge gown on Qingge's body with another extreme color. His body convulsed a few times. Before he died, he used all his strength and said intermittently, "Little...
Be careful, Emperor...enter."
His body stopped shaking, and black blood was still flowing from his seven orifices. The hand that was tightly grasping Qingge's sleeve dropped weakly, and the blood dripped along the nails to the ground, like ink, and it was terrifyingly black.
"Second uncle."
“Have a nice trip!”
Qingge closed her eyes, opened her thin lips, and heard a cold voice.
The wind outside the house is a bit colder, whose graves are covered with grass, and at the end of the world, there is another reincarnation. Under the eighteenth level of hell, who knows if spring will bloom again.
No one knows which comes first, birth, old age, sickness, death or tomorrow.
"His body was infected with twin poisons just like yours. Emperor Beiyue must have killed the poisonous insects growing outside his body, so Ye Zhengxiong died without warning," Ji Yue said.
In fact, Ye Zhengxiong knew better than anyone else, but whether he hated or resented him, he couldn't fight that man because he was the king of Beiyue.
Under the kingdom, whoever he wants to die will not be able to live.
"Ji Yue." Qingge opened her eyes.
Ji Yue stepped forward, her eyes widened.
"Don't use the power in your body casually in the future. If you die, I will be very sad."
Ji Yue smiled.
You are still alive, how can I be willing to die?
*
Qing Ge turned around and left, walking out of the room filled with the aura of death. She looked at Ye Qingtian and said, "Second uncle is dead, let's prepare for the funeral."
Ye Qingtian took a deep breath and said: "From the moment your father died, your second uncle's death was already destined. It was just a matter of time."
Qingge suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes trembling slightly.
Ye Qingtian's words are very meaningful. Does he know that Ye Jingfeng's death is related to Beiyue Emperor?
At this time, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. Ye Yu ran all the way, crossed the threshold, walked into the house, saw Qing Ge and others, and stopped, "Where is my father?"
"He has passed away." He sang softly.
Ye Yu's steps were unsteady, her body swayed, and she fell forward. Qing Ge immediately supported her. Ye Yu stood weakly leaning on Qing Ge, her eyes immediately turned red, and her voice was choked, "Dead?"
"
Was it bad news? No, she also hated Ye Zhengxiong, but the moment she knew he was dead, Ye Yu felt like the sky was falling.
From childhood to adulthood, her father was like a mountain, whom she respected. She always aimed at him, worked hard, and struggled. When she grew up, this man died.
Ye Yu walked towards the room. She stood by the door lintel, holding the sandalwood door tightly with her hand. When she saw Ye Zhengxiong's body, she immediately covered her face with her other hand, and tears flowed out from between her fingers.
No matter what, he is her father.
*
Due to the meeting of the Four Dynasties, Ye Qingtian's funeral could only be held hastily.
On the day of Ye Qingtian's funeral, Ye Wuhen disappeared, and no one in the mansion could find him no matter how hard they searched.
night.
Qing Ge went to the pavilion where he and Ye Wuhen drank together that night. The moon was like a hook and the night was like ink. The man was hiding in the ink, with his purple robe and his eyebrows buried in the shadow. He sat in the pavilion with his back leaning against
When Yi Mu saw Qing Ge, he weakly raised his head and asked, "Has that man been buried?"
"Buried." Qing Ge nodded.
"It's great that he is finally dead." Ye Wuhen laughed.
"Yes, it's great that he is finally dead."
But neither of them were happy.
"You didn't go to see the battle between the four dynasties these days, but you should also know the news that Zhan Qiu, the dark horse, won the first place."
Ye Wuhen lowered his eyes, changed the topic, and said: "Zhan Qiu's strength is unfathomable. I can fight with you. Mu Qi and Aventurine Cod are friends with you. At least they won't kill anyone. Zhan Qiu
For some reason, I really want to seek refuge with the Northern Tomb King. He has been very close to the Northern Tomb King recently. You must be careful. If he confronts you, he will definitely push you to death."
"I will." Qing Ge responded.
"The people from Jialan Academy arrived yesterday, and Elder Yu from the Fantasy Palace was welcoming them. In the past few days, many people have gone to pass the test and want to enter Jialan Academy, but none of them succeeded. If you have time, you can
Go to the Hall of Illusion and have a look. If you want to enter Jialan Academy in the future, you must at least have some experience." Ye Wuhen said.
Qingge nodded.
The cold wind blew back and forth between the two of them. Ye Wuhen stood up and stood in front of Qingge with a solemn tone, "If the emperor had murderous intentions for you, with the current strength of the Ye family, he would definitely not be able to compete with the royal family. Although he did not do it,
The reason for the murderous intention, but you have to be on guard against everything. In the war between the four dynasties, you can go and fight with confidence, and leave the other matters to my brother."
Qingge pursed her lips and suddenly noticed a little white light on Ye Wuhen's black hair, and said in surprise: "You have gray hair. Are you too tired recently?"
"Do you have more?" Ye Wuhen raised his eyebrows.
He chuckled softly.
The bright moon is in the sky and the breeze is intoxicating. In the tavern next to the west city gate of Beiyue, an old man with gray hair and pale face is sitting on the bed in a sullen manner, with his elbows on the pillow, his head in his hands, and his mouth keeps talking.
"I don't know what happened to my apprentice. After the war between the four dynasties, he should come to Jialan, right?"
Outside, there was a knock on the door.
"Elder An, there is a man who wants to join your family..."
Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the old man, "Granny, I don't accept male disciples. Do male disciples have big breasts? Do male disciples have perky butts?"