"I don't want it." Chu Yue flatly refused, "Since it is a good thing, you can keep it for yourself."
"I am a person who is stained with blood and will fall into the devil sooner or later. I will not become an immortal." Ye Mohan said softly: "It's a pity that the whole root cannot be taken out. If you take it out, I will be useless. As a husband, I have to stand upright, how can I become a straw bag?
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The immortal jade lotus root in Ye Mohan's palm turned into flowing white smoke and disappeared into Chu Yue's eyebrows.
He didn't give the girl a chance to say no.
"If you can't become an immortal, how can I become an immortal?"
Chu Yue's eyes were slightly red, but she chuckled, "The people I killed, the blood on my hands, Ye Mohan, do you think it will be less than you?"
"I am also a person who fell into the river of blood. How can a person like me become an immortal? Isn't it a waste of a good thing?"
Chu Yue's mood was rarely excited.
Ye Mohan never knew that in order to survive, to move forward, and to seek revenge, how many innocent souls would curse her behind her.
Immortal?
She has never been a fairy.
She also disdains it!
She fell into the abyss and would rather be the butcher with a machete in her hand.
Ye Mohan looked at the girl's reddish eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her eyelashes gently, as if to soothe her intense emotions.
Like coaxing a furry cat.
"Then let's fall together." He said.
"good."
Chu Yue leaned in his arms with a smile as bright as a flower.
Ye Mohan's heart was trembling slightly.
He didn't know what A Chu had experienced in his past.
Today's refining of steel is by no means smooth sailing, but a process of heart-wrenching and blood-staining.
...
That night, as usual, I slept on the same bed.
The difference was that this time, the thin Chu Yue was curled up in his arms.
On the left is Ye Mohan, with a slender leg still resting on her body, which is a bit heavy.
On the right is a soft and waxy baby, like a crystal dumpling. When sleeping, its pink mouth is slightly open and moves gently with breathing.
On top of the high wall outside the courtyard, Protector Bai was leaning to one side, taking a nap.
In all directions in the sky, there is a ghostly atmosphere.
Black clouds slowly covered up the bright moon, and ink-colored smoke flowed between the mansions in Chang'an Street.
Like demons and monsters, a hundred ghosts walk at night!
The city was dead silent.
Tens of millions of ghosts and ghosts all converged into Chang'an Ye Mansion.
On the wall, Protector Bai suddenly opened his eyes, looked in all directions warily, and murmured in a low voice: "The heavy punishment of hundreds of ghosts, the curse, I didn't expect it to come so quickly."
These evil spirits pouring in from the Forest of Hundred Demons are probably looking for His Highness and Miss Ye!
In this world, no one can withstand the heavy punishment of a hundred ghosts!
For a moment, the whole courtyard was filled with ghosts and evil spirits.
This world instantly became a purgatory filled with lonely souls and wild ghosts seeking their lives.
Wind blows--
The door of the house opened, and Ye Mohan moved his long legs and crossed the threshold.
He flicked his sleeves, and a restraining force sealed the room behind him.
"Ye Mohan, you betrayed the Forest of One Hundred Demons and violated your oath."
"You and your beloved woman should be imprisoned in the Forest of One Hundred Ghosts, where you will never live in peace forever!"
Hoarse and harsh voices sounded from all directions.
Ye Mohan stood still for a long time, then slowly raised his head and said, "Be gentle, don't disturb my girl."
Countless ghosts and ghosts were all stunned.
Even Protector Bai was speechless.
The heavy punishment of hundreds of ghosts that makes all living beings frightened has appeared. Not only is His Highness not worried, but he is still paying attention to whether the girl can have a good sleep?