"Feng'er has been fighting for him all his life. If he has a home, he can't return, and if he has a wife, he can't return."
The old man's voice was very calm, but underneath it was full of disappointment, "For his throne and for his childhood promise, I gave him the most precious ten years of my life, but what about him..."
"It was he who pushed Feng'er into the abyss with his own hands. There wasn't even a whole body left!"
Ye Qingtian wanted to be angry, but he didn't even have the strength to do so. The saddest thing in the world is this.
Back then, Ye Qingtian received a secret letter and went to the banquet alone even though he knew it was a dead end. In his eyes, he could only see death with determination.
Before leaving, he was riding on a tall horse in the fierce wind. He turned back to look at the old man standing supporting the stone lion. He said that he had no regrets. He said that it would be fine for him whether he lived or died, and he should not vent his anger on others.
Because of his words, Ye Qingtian and Ye Zhengxiong, the accomplice who killed his son, had been facing each other day and night for more than ten years, and the Beiyue Emperor had been the emperor for a full sixteen years.
He abdicated the throne and gave way to the wise, no longer being the head of the Ye family, and retired to become the Great Elder of the Ye family. But who knew that this old man, who was sometimes kind and sometimes irrational, had been drinking and getting drunk countless times in the cold nights when no one was around, causing his heart to break.
His son!
The person who died was his son!
But as an old man, he still has to smile at his enemies. What kind of suffering it is, endless torture!
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Beiyue Emperor continued to talk, and continued to dig out his absurd and ferocious soul with blood, letting Qingge let the world see his ugliness.
"If it weren't for your father, Bi Tong would be mine. If it weren't for your father, the 40 million people in Beiyue would only have one god they admire in their hearts!"
The Beiyue Emperor's face was distorted, like a lion about to become angry. What was different from the angry lion was that his face was blue-gray in color.
This is the sign of death.
"If it weren't for my father, it wouldn't be your turn to be the king of Beiyue."
Qingge dragged the Mingwang Sword towards Beiyue Emperor, his face expressionless from beginning to end, and the cold eyes embedded in his charming and delicate face revealed a violent aura that made people feel heart-stopping.
As three thousand white hairs danced with the wind, it seemed as if scarlet blood was spreading in the clear lake water. When ripples spread, there was no peace anymore, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Qingge suddenly felt sad for Beiyue Emperor, and also felt sad for Ye Jingfeng who died. One pushed the most important brother in his life into the abyss, and the other died in the hands of the close friend of life and death.
Look, isn't it sad...
Everyone has a way to die, either quietly burning into ashes, or ending tragically, but Qing Ge thought that even if she died, she would be the last one to die.
She wants to see all the prosperity and coldness of the world, pass on her long-cherished wish on a special road, stand at the pinnacle of this road of exile, be alone, and fight bravely.
Walking in front of Beiyue Emperor, Qingge tightened her grip on the Mingwang Sword in her hand. Her face was as cold as frost, indifferent.
Blood debts must be repaid with blood. She wants Beiyue Emperor to repay everything he owes Ye Jingfeng and the Slaughter Army today.
She is a bloody person, with a vicious heart and ruthless methods. What does other people's thoughts have to do with her? If she wants to kill, no one in the world will allow it, and she will kill!
"What a pity. I really should have brought a painter there and asked him to paint what your father looked like when he died. It would be a masterpiece."
Having said this, the corner of Bei Yue Huang's mouth curled up into a lingering smile, and his smile became even stronger.
Suddenly, the smile on Beiyue Emperor's face solidified, and then faded away. He looked at Qingge in shock with his eyes wide open. A large amount of blood gushes out of his mouth as his body trembles. The blood spurts on Qingge's face, washing the girl's brows.
The Flower of the Blood Demon.
Stab——
Qingge pulled out the Mingwang sword that penetrated Beiyuehuang's abdomen.
With that stabbing blow, not only the abdomen but also the pubic area was shattered.
The pain from the shattering of Dantian caused Beiyue Emperor's entire face to wrinkle, and his facial features seemed to be twisted together. He knelt down tremblingly, with his white hands on the ground, and the jade finger on his thumb glowed.
The crystal luster made him stare at the soft boots under the feet of the girl in front of him, and his eyes seemed to bulge.
Beiyue Emperor roared in pain, and the last spiritual energy stored in the veins in his body burst out with this roar.
The spiritual energy turned into blades of light and struck Qing Ge.
Qingge stood coldly, as calm as ever, with a normal expression. When the spiritual energy blade flew over, his eyes were condensed. Thousands of blood demon flowers flew past, and the spiritual energy blade dispersed without attacking.
The fighting must stop immediately!
Everyone looked this way, shocked and shocked.
At the age of sixteen, she actually destroyed the Dantian of Emperor Beiyue, but she was only at the seventh level of innateness. A person with the innate level of 12th level would lose to the seventh level. In the hundred years of history of the Four-Star Continent, there has never been such a perverted thing.
"You destroyed my Dantian!"
Beiyue Huang was lying on the ground, his body convulsing. He raised his head with great effort, his eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Qingge was silent, holding the knife in one hand and raising the other hand to wipe the blood from her face. After a long time, she finally lowered her head and looked at the man at her feet. The man was unwilling to accept it, and her hatred spread.
She thrust the Mingwang Sword in her hand across the vast earth, and buried it three-quarters of the way into the earth.
Everyone looked at her in confusion. After a moment, they saw the girl raised her foot and kicked Bei Yue Emperor in the face. Bei Yue Emperor's body flew away like a scarecrow, and his head hit a rock, intact.
The intact skin and flesh were split open and bleeding continued.
The girl's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting.
Qing Ge walked closer to Bei Yue Emperor step by step, stood beside Bei Yue Emperor, and looked down at Bei Yue Emperor. Under the coldness, there was a crazy and solemn killing.
Bei Yue Huang's words completely aroused the blood in her soul.
"Did my father struggle at your feet like this back then?" the girl asked coldly.
She is particularly sensitive to feelings.
Especially after experiencing the broken family relationships in modern times, she always yearned for and admired her parents in this life.
It is sacred and cannot be profaned.
But Bei Yue Huang forced her time and time again. Although she was a villain, she never killed innocent people, and she never acted as a killer until the last step.
However, there are always people who force her to kill and torture people.
For example, the Northern Moon Emperor, this proud and arrogant king.
He was once the lord of this land of thousands of miles, but now he has been trampled on, and he doesn't know what integrity and dignity are.
"Your father?"
Beiyue Emperor lay helpless on the ground, and everyone in the world looked at his embarrassment. He smiled ferociously, "Your father is much more embarrassed than this, ha...hahaha..."
The man's laughter was particularly harsh.
The wind passed by silently, and there was silence all around.
Bang!
A heavy voice sounded, and several women who were relatively close to the side were startled, but they saw the girl with white hair and black eyes stepping on Bei Yue Emperor's face.
The soft boots were distorted on Bei Yue Huang's face, and her eyes were filled with a cold mist, so cold and unfeeling that it made people feel frightened.