"Mr. Xu, if they are unwilling to save all sentient beings, what should we do?" someone asked.
Xu Wenfeng was as gentle as jade, elegant and refined. He looked towards the speaker, his eyes narrowed slightly when he smiled, as if they were two slits.
Xu Wenfeng said in the gentlest voice: "Then just go and die."
Everyone: "..."
Ye Qingcheng held Fu Xiqin in her arms and looked at Xu Wenfeng calmly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Not only that, Liu Yan'er and others were surprised when they heard this.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never believe that such cruel words would come from Xu Wenfeng's mouth.
Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips tightly and held Fu Xiqin's hand a little harder.
After the battle of Abyss Iron Chain, she still didn't like Xu Wenfeng, but she didn't seem to hate him that much anymore.
At least, he only followed and respected the empress.
Ye Qingcheng lowered her head and looked deeply at Fu Xiqin.
There are several hideous cracks in the piano bone.
She once broke the Fuxi Qin with her own hands and was kicked into the abyss by the disciples of the Pingqiu Yan Clan. It was Qiu Qingqing who personally went to the Void Abyss to retrieve the Fuxi Qin for her.
After a long time, Ye Qingcheng raised her steps and walked towards Xu Wenfeng and said:
"Xu Wenfeng."
"Miss Qingcheng?" Xu Wenfeng looked at him in surprise. "There is no need to say anything to them." Ye Qingcheng's face was stern, his tone was clear, and his eyes scanned the people outside the ice indifferently: "I think you may be doing something.
Wrong. Please note that the One Hundred and Eight Land Fire Furnace has been completed, and no one outside the Flame Heaven can enter.
The cultivators from one hundred and eight continents can't get out, and the only ones who can save the world are Empress Ye and Young Master Yingyue. You all come here with great fanfare to call for punishment, aren't you afraid of upsetting the Empress?"
Having said that, Ye Qingcheng turned around and left, leaving behind a group of frightened people.
After walking a few steps, Ye Qingcheng paused and looked back: "You're not coming back yet?"
Xu Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and he almost skipped over.
"Miss Qingcheng, do you want to be married?" Xu Wenfeng asked without shyness.
Ye Qingcheng frowned: "Presumptuous!"
"The girl is shy and refuses to say it's okay. Wen Feng is willing to wait." Xu Wenfeng hummed a little tune and played with the crystal clear and shining treasure flute.
Suddenly, Xu Wenfeng stopped, feeling a little numb.
He thought that he probably understood why Ye Qingcheng called him here.
I might be using him to force another person to retreat.
That person's name is Beihuang.
Four Star Continent, the Nine-Fifth Lord of Beiyue Dynasty.
The man looked very haggard, his eyes no longer had the brilliance of the past, nor did they have the high-spiritedness they once had when he was the crown prince.
Maybe he was soaked in alcohol day and night, which gave him a faint smell of alcohol.
His eyes were filled with pain, and he looked at Ye Qingcheng with great complexity.
He has been in the Alliance Empire for many days, but it is rare for him to see Ye Qingcheng.
It's so luxurious.
Once upon a time, they also lost their souls together and violently collided to create the most beautiful voice in the world.
Beihuang had a beard on his chin that had not yet been cleaned off. He was wearing a purple robe. Although he had a purple jade crown on his head, his hair was very messy.
The eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the roots were clearly defined.
There is love, there is hate, there is struggle and hesitation, and there is also a bit of hope hidden under despair.
"Qingcheng, long time no see." Beihuang's voice was hoarse, and it was difficult to say every word. He lowered his head slightly, frowned, and seemed a bit helpless and humble.
It is true that he is the Northern Moon Emperor, but in front of Ye Qingcheng, the identity of the True Dragon Emperor is not worth mentioning.
Facts have proved that Ye Qingcheng's choice was right. Following Ye Qingge to a wider world, how could his empty and luxurious palace be comparable?
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Ye Qingcheng's tone was particularly cold, as if she were meeting a stranger and speaking indifferent words. The unforgettable words at that time had been completely negated by her indifference.
"Are you still used to being in the palace?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
"Well, it's pretty good...you..."
Beihuang hesitated for a long time before asking: "Are you okay?"
"If you find a beloved, are secular rituals so important?" Ye Qingcheng asked back.
"I don't believe it."
Beihuang shook his head: "Qingcheng...I..."
He wanted to save her, only to realize that he was so incompetent.
Ye Qingcheng is a horse galloping on the grassland, but his world is too small to accommodate him.
Ye Qingcheng's current level of strength and status is something Beihuang cannot reach in his lifetime.
Ye Qingcheng stood on tiptoes, raised her face slightly, and kissed the side of Xu Wenfeng's face lightly.
Xu Wenfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart pounded, his hands under his sleeves clenched tightly, and his cheeks suddenly turned horribly red.
There seemed to be a wave of heat that penetrated all the limbs and bones, and rushed straight into the upper skull cavity. His whole face was flushed, even the roots of his ears were not escaped.
"Mr. Beihuang, the alliance is busy with affairs, so I will not accompany you. If you have any inconvenience, please feel free to see me."
Ye Qingcheng held Xu Wenfeng's arm and walked further and further away.
Beihuang was in a daze for a long time and suddenly looked at the backs of the two of them.
They were so close, like a couple.
Beihuang closed his eyes in pain.
It turns out that once you miss it, it means a lifetime.
He was heartbroken.
On the other side, Ye Qingcheng walked to a place where Beihuang could not see, and immediately let go of Xu Wenfeng's hand, twirling the handkerchief and wiping her mouth vigorously.
"Is he someone who admires you?" Xu Wenfeng asked pretending not to know.
"He is my first man." Ye Qingcheng said.
Xu Wenfeng: "..." She is indeed the girl he has fallen in love with, she is so real.
"We slept together," Ye Qingcheng said again.
Xu Wenfeng's face turned pale.
How many men and women in the world don't care about each other's past at all?
The deeper the love, the more painful it will be.
Xu Wenfeng struggled to squeeze out a smile, "He is lucky, Miss Qingcheng, do you still love him?"
"Don't love."
Finally, Ye Qingcheng added: "I don't even love you, I only love Empress Ye."
Dressed in white, he disappeared from Xu Wenfeng's sight.
Xu Wenfeng sighed.
He only loves Qingcheng girl...
Xu Wenfeng walked to a high place and looked in the direction of Beihuang.
The haggard and tired man sat helplessly on the ground, holding his head in his hands and burying his face in his knees, sobbing silently.
The next moment, the sound of the flute sounded, and Xu Wenfeng came riding the flute.
Beihuang wiped away her tears with a look of indifference: "Take good care of her. In the end, I failed her."
"I will." Xu Wenfeng said: "I asked her just now, who are you... Do you know how she answered?"
Beihuang pricked up his ears.
"She said you were her first man." Beihuang's eyes were red and tears welled up in his eyes.