Chu Yue half-raised her eyes and asked quickly, her voice slightly raised.
"I want to kill him."
Mu Qinghuang's eyes were filled with a deep red color that was hard to hide: "I hate him so much that I don't know what happened. I only vaguely felt that he wanted to kill the child in my belly. He wanted to kill him."
Xiao Chu, Xiao Chu, my mother will never let anyone hurt you, not even him, Emperor Ye Tian! My mother is incomplete and imperfect now, but my mother will definitely give everything she has to protect you."
Chu Yue bit her whitened lower lip tightly, thinking carefully about every word Mu Qinghuang said.
Judging from her contact with Emperor Ye Tian.
Emperor Ye Tian was upright, aboveboard, and upright.
He doesn't look like a beast who would kill a fetus in his belly.
But the hatred in my mother is even less likely to be fake.
If this is the case, which link is wrong?
There is only one thing Chu Yue is sure of now.
Mu Qinghuang and Ye Tiandi must have come into contact and made friends back then.
So, what kind of identity did the mother use to make friends with people like Emperor Ye Tian when she disappeared from the world without a trace?
And why haven't you left any traces of the past?
In the end, he even ended up with a miserable ending that he couldn't bear to look back on?
Chu Yue took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and calmly took out the bloody soul fragment placed in Shennong's space.
Fragments of the soul are suspended in mid-air.
Mu Qinghuang immediately stopped massaging her daughter's temples and looked at the soul fragment floating in front of her blankly: "Xiao Chu..."
"This is the fragment of the soul placed deep in the evil spirit of Xiao Chongtian."
Chu Yue said: "Mom, try integrating into the soul."
Mu Qinghuang glanced at her, nodded her head, and then sat cross-legged, closing her eyes tightly and gathering energy in her soul.
The energy of the soul gushes out from between the eyebrows.
Instantly, the fragments of the soul suspended in mid-air seemed to have triggered some kind of resonance and trembled violently.
A trace of soul blood, filled with scarlet mist, slowly penetrated into Mu Qinghuang's eyebrows.
Chu Yue held her breath and concentrated on protecting her mother.
It is easy to break the soul, but it is definitely not a simple matter to re-integrate the fragments into the soul and become part of the body and soul!
at the same time.
The evil fire of the soul fragment swayed slightly.
The palace master's mask hanging on Chu Yue's waist also ignited a bunch of evil fire.
The evil fire rushed straight from the waist and abdomen, rising into Chu Yue's soul.
As a tingling sensation hit, he saw that the evil fire and the evil fire had built a bridge of consensus, and Chu Yue could enter the fragments of Mu Qinghuang's soul through the evil fire consensus!
Rag said: "Master, this mask used to be an evil thing, and the soul fragments have been soaked in the same evil spirit as Xiao Chongtian for many years. Master can use the mask to find out. As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, but the onlookers know clearly.
It will be clearer for onlookers to look into the fragments of the soul."
Hearing this, Chu Yue became more and more focused.
As Rag said, she was like a bystander.
She seemed to be walking on a deserted ancient road, without any light from the sun and moon, and it was so dark that it was depressing.
"ah!"
A shrill scream sounded.
Chu Yue's heart trembled violently and her pupils tightened!!
This sound...
She couldn't be more familiar!
It's my mother's voice!
She came to the place where she almost suffocated again.
A group of people were in the darkness, frantically breaking the woman's soul.
This time, she saw it more clearly and earlier.
The mother in the cage huddled on the cold ground, her hands tightly protecting her bulging abdomen.
Her hair was soaked with sweat and blood, and was all sticky on her face. She was gasping for air, and blood flowed from her lips, teeth, and nose.
Sudden!
A hand reached out from the darkness.
The hand was as white as snow, the long fingers were painted with khaodan, and the back of the hand was branded with a black butterfly totem.
Chu Yue suddenly grabbed Mu Qinghuang's hair with her hand, allowing Chu Yue to see Mu Qinghuang's face clearly.
Chu Yue's fingertips felt slightly cold, and her whole body trembled.
No......
wrong!
This is not what my mother looks like.
Although she is still stunning, she has a different face.
But there is absolutely no trace of disguise on this face!
"Ahhhhh!"
The black butterfly woman's leg suddenly kicked Mu Qinghuang's abdomen.
Mu Qinghuang's consciousness was blurred and she was about to collapse. Her only desire to survive was the child in her belly.
Even if her spirit has been scattered and broken, she will still subconsciously protect her child with both hands.
After experiencing a day and night of torture, Chu Yue saw that Mu Qinghuang's mouth was torn open with bare hands, and a blood butterfly was stuffed into Mu Qinghuang's mouth.
Mu Qinghuang swallowed the blood butterfly, and the blood butterfly greedily sucked the blood of her and the fetus in Wu's body.
She lay on the ground wailing like she was still alive, until finally she could only make a soft whimpering sound.
His hands never left his abdomen.
Even if all the bones in her body are about to fall apart, as long as her arms are not cut off, she will always protect the child in her belly.
Chu Yue's eyes became redder and redder, and she became more and more bloodthirsty. The anger in her heart seemed to burst out of her body and go to strangle people everywhere.
The child that the mother fought so hard to protect.
is her!
She closed her eyes and didn't dare to look.
Don't dare to think about it.
Rag said that she was a bystander, an outsider, and could handle and face these things rationally and calmly.
But when I saw Mu Qinghuang covered in blood while protecting the child in her belly, she suffered inhuman torture. From the beginning to the end, no one rescued her and took her out of this abyss where no one could live. She is still living in the shadow of that year.
Chu Yue was so filled with hatred that she wished she could crush these cruel and ruthless executioners with her own hands, rush into the darkness and kill everyone who shattered her mother's spirit with a sword!
Suddenly, the black butterfly woman spoke quietly.
"Look, what is this?"
She was talking to Mu Qinghuang.
Chu Yue suddenly opened her eyes and looked around, shocked.
The blood all over his body seemed to have completely cooled down at this moment.
The cold hair on his limbs stood on end.
But inside the dark and hopeless cage, Mu Qinghuang fell into the blood and was beaten so hard with sharp weapons that the fragments of her soul burst out from her martial body with blood into the prison outside her body.
In all directions of Mu Qinghuang, there were portraits that fit together airtightly.
Countless portraits formed a lingering nightmare.
Even if the people in each portrait have different expressions and movements, their appearance seems to be the same person!
He was a young man, handsome and majestic, with an imperial aura in every move he made. You could feel his majestic aura and ambition in his eyes through the portrait.
Chu Yue knew this person, and was even somewhat familiar with him.