In the past few days, Ji Yue would suddenly disappear every noon.
Ji Yue didn't even dare to tell Yaolian about the Wuqing Divine Bone.
Even if Demon Lotus is a real person of flesh and blood, there is no guarantee that after learning the truth, he will kill Qingge in the name of love.
There is no right or wrong in everything in the world, it is mostly a matter of standpoint.
There is a towering mountain range in Qinglian, where monsters and monsters are entrenched, birds are perched, and clouds and mist are shrouded.
In the hidden cave, the man made a wailing sound. The painful sound scared away the birds that lived in the forest.
Ji Yue was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the cave, with veins popping up on her forehead, her face flushed, and she was in so much pain that she was worse than dead.
The sound of breathing continued to get worse, as if the king of beasts was rushing to the cliff and was on the verge of death.
Ji Yue fell helplessly in the desolate and cold cave, her evil and beautiful eyes were covered with a faint blood-colored mist.
He was like an evil immortal who had strayed into the mortal world and was suffering from eternal pain.
The pain of lovesickness that comes from deep in the bones is like being crushed into powder inch by inch with a hard hammer.
No, what Ji Yue was enduring at this moment was pain that was infinitely more severe than this.
Even though Ji Yue could endure the pain and pretend to be normal, she still had to release the pain every day, otherwise it would leave permanent roots of the disease and lead to endless troubles in the future.
Ji Yue was sweating profusely, her red robe was soaked with sweat, and even her hair was wet and stuck to her neck. Ji Yue swallowed her saliva, her Adam's apple rolled, and collapsed to the ground weakly.
Countless days and nights, he wished he could die, thinking about the girl in his heart, and still couldn't bear to leave her alone in this world.
Maybe he is not the best demon king, let alone the best Qing Emperor, but he is willing to work hard to become the best husband.
He never asked for anything else, he just wanted to be able to support her so that his sweetheart would not suffer in this world.
Ji Yue's eyes were dry, without any trace of tears.
As a man, he has been indomitable and tempered countless times. Even if his body is broken into pieces and his blood turns into a river, he should not shed a single tear.
That's a sign of weakness.
"Does it hurt?" The voice of that ghost in the spiritual world is no longer as evil and weird as usual.
"It hurts." Ji Yue told the truth.
In the past ten thousand years, Ji Yue was confident that he could endure no matter what kind of suffering he suffered. But when faced with this merciless pain, Ji Yue began to doubt whether he could really endure it?
"The merciless pain is more torturous than the eighteen levels of hell. No matter how hard your bones are, they cannot be hardened in the face of such pain." The thousand-year-old monster said.
Ji Yue frowned and let out a breath. This was almost the first time that the thousand-year-old monster talked to him calmly.
The thousand-year-old monster let out a sarcastic laugh, and then said with a hint of mockery: "As time goes by, and as the lovesickness deepens, your pain will be a hundred times, a thousand times, and infinitely more than it is now, until you can no longer hold on.
Stay here and kill your sweetheart quickly."
"No, there won't be such a day." Ji Yue said bitterly.
The thousand-year-old monster snorted coldly: "I used to be as determined as you, until one day, the ruthless pain swallowed up my reason. When I woke up, there was only the cold corpse of my lover at my feet. Give up the useless struggle,
Don't be naive. In the face of pain, everyone will kneel down and be a slave. If you don't kneel down, it's not because you have a strong will, it's just that the pain is not deep enough. When the pain increases and you can't resist it, it's you.
The time of rebirth.”
"No!"
Ji Yue's eyes were scarlet, and her anger was overwhelming. The cold aura around her body radiated violently, and the entire towering mountains trembled, and the beasts entrenched in the mountains fled one after another.
When the Qing Emperor was angry, the heaven and earth trembled, the wind and clouds danced wildly, and the Nine Heavens ceased to exist.
The thousand-year-old monster let out a sarcastic laugh: "Look, you can't escape this eternal fate. You can't escape the ending that heaven and earth have given you. Even if you are the Immortal Qing Emperor, you still have so much helplessness.
.The love between children is nothing. If you are a true hero, you will only have your family, your country, your country. If you kill her and give you three years, you will be able to unify the world of immortality and become an emperor for eternity.
At that time, there will be countless beauties in the world, and three thousand concubines will crawl under your knees. Everyone will kneel down and surrender to you. You will be the master of the Nine Heavens, proud of the world. Why don't you stick to this one person? Xiaoqing, Xiaoai
, how can you compare to the world of benevolence and righteousness? All living beings in the world are in danger, and you are struggling needlessly for a woman."
"What do you know? What do people in this world have to do with me? Who among all the living beings has ever been kind to me? If I am a heartless person, how can I talk about benevolence and righteousness in the world? Kill the one you love, and then save the people in the world, and sing and sing happily every night for the emperor and the king.
Free? In those days of leisure, even if you have tremendous strength and have three thousand beauties, how can you be as good as me, Ge'er?"
The strong wind blew in from outside the cave, lifting up the man's broken hair, revealing a perfect evil face.
He smiled coquettishly, sneered coldly, and a ferocious anger appeared in the depths of his eyes: "If one day, as you said, there will be no Qing Emperor in this world, only a handful of loess, a coffin, and a tombstone.
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Ji Yue endured the pain and stood up, with scarlet eyes, holding on to the cave wall.
A drop of blood and tears flowed out from those charming eyes and slid down the cheek, leaving a sad red mark.
A long time passed, and there was no longer the voice of the thousand-year-old monster in Ji Yue's spiritual world.
The thousand-year-old monster seemed to have remembered something. He didn't even know how long it had been. He only had vague memories.
He once vowed to live for love and protect the woman he loved just like Ji Yue.
But in the end, he held the butcher knife in his hand and chopped off his lover's head.
Blood once sprayed on his face, and the blood of his lover warmed his cold heart.
He was originally a lover in the world, but he became a ruthless butcher and entered the ruthless door.
When he held his lover's body, there was no pain as he imagined. On the contrary, he felt a sense of comfort and joy.
Finally, I no longer have to bear the relentless bone pain.
That kind of comfort spreads to all limbs and even toes.
At that moment, he stepped on his lover's head and let out a roar of joy.
The thousand-year-old monster who has experienced ruthless torture does not think highly of Ji Yue.
He was even waiting for that day to come.
One day, Ji Yue will overturn what she has vowed today, pick up the butcher's knife, and become a ruthless butcher.
Ta da...
Footsteps sounded.
Ji Yue's eyes were guarded and seductive, and the aura around her body condensed into substance, like a blade of light, capable of crushing intruders at any time.
Until——that little figure appeared in Ji Yue’s field of vision...
Little Baozi and Ji Yue stared at each other with big eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Little Baozi asked, and looked around, as if he thought his father would be hiding a woman here.
Uncle Dongfang said that when men and women are happy, they are sweating profusely.
Therefore, Xiao Baozi looked at Ji Yue who was sweating and felt that something was wrong, very wrong.
Little Baozi barely dug the cave three feet into the ground. After a long time, he saw that there was really no hidden woman, so Little Baozi focused his attention on Ji Yue again.
The little bun was wearing a fitted black robe, with a gold-plated dragon-patterned girdle wrapped around his waist. His big, watery eyes were staring at Ji Yue suspiciously.
"Dad, are you going behind my mother's back to steal a woman?" said the little bun.
This is what Uncle Dongfang told him.
Men in the world are like cats in the world. How can there be a cat that doesn't cheat on others? There are men who cheat on others everywhere.
Ji Yue almost choked at Little Baozi's question.
Steal women...
Does he look like this kind of person?
"No." Ji Yue said with a dark face.
"It's best not." Little Baozi grumbled, "I'm sorry you don't dare."
"Does this sound like your attitude when talking to dad?" Ji Yue frowned.
Little Baozi tilted his head and blinked, looked at Ji Yue for a long time, and then said: "If dad doesn't want me as a son, I will go to Uncle Dongling with my mother..."
At this moment, Ji Yue felt that her breath was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or come down.
"Come here." Ji Yue waved to the little bun.
The little bun sniffed, then looked at Ji Yue's clothes soaked with sweat, and curled his lips in disgust.
"Come here." Ji Yue was angry and lowered her voice.
"Give mother three minutes of thin noodles." Little Baozi hummed and walked up to Ji Yue.
Ji Yue hugged the little bun in front of her and said in a deep voice: "My father may not be a good father, but your mother must be a good mother."
"Nonsense! My mother is the best mother in the world!" Little Baozi said without hesitation.
Ji Yue looked at Little Baozi's appearance, smiled, and pinched Little Baozi's face.
——If one day my father is gone, he must take good care of my wife for me.
He is not afraid of death, he is just afraid that he will never see that girl who is so strong that it makes people feel heartbroken.