Ji Yue looked at Qingge with distress.
Several years have passed, and she has become more mature and calm.
Even in the face of crisis, she can still make the most favorable choice indifferently.
Ji Yue's heart twitched, as if a crack was torn, and the suffocation pain filled the crack.
He never took good care of her, which made her stronger.
And she kept climbing just to hold hands with him until old age.
"Wait for me." Ji Yue said softly, her eyes filled with tenderness and deep affection.
Qingge opened his eyes wide and looked at him, his eyebrows and eyes curled, and his smile began to spread from the corners of his raised mouth.
She looked at Ji Yue deeply.
She firmly believed that Ji Yue could take her away from this place of failure.
"I'll wait for you." Qingge said.
Ji Yue glanced at the surrounding army and cultivators, and he looked at the Emperor again.
If the power of the demon king is used, this gorgeous city will inevitably be razed to the ground.
Otherwise, he would have to consider the strength of the Emperor.
As Qingge said, the Night God Palace is now only in the realm of death, and it still needs an opportunity to shine completely in the realm of the Gods.
Now, this opportunity has come.
Ji Yue's mouth was full of bitterness and looked at her beloved girl in a complicated manner.
How could she be so sensible?
Why is she so calm?
Looking back at the time, she was furious and filled with flowers, saying that she was young and felt ashamed of youth, and if she was not frivolous and ashamed of youth, how could she be called life if she was not passionate and fighting to the death?
After the world changed, her calmness and stability became sexy and charming, and finally shed her youthful and tender coat.
A scarlet and blood-like mist gradually spread in Ji Yue's eyes.
When Tu Lieyan and others came quickly, Ji Yue's figure rushed towards the sky like a meteor chasing the moon.
Seeing this, the Emperor moved his white sleeves and ink-like smoke rose from his cuffs.
The black mist caught up with Ji Yue and turned into a black dragon with thick scales. When the black dragon opened its bloody mouth, it showed two sharp fangs with cold light.
The black dragon roared angrily, and the sound waves turned into mist, and endless black mist enveloped Ji Yue, becoming a prison.
Qingge's eyes trembled.
That is the Emperor's supreme spiritual treasure and the black dragon shackle.
Qingge looked at Ji Yue worriedly.
Then he saw Ji Yue stepping on auspicious clouds, wearing a red dress, and her strange eyes could not see the ripples.
The Black Dragon Trap is a spiritual treasure made from the skull of the ancient Huang Black Dragon. The Emperor can be so powerful that he often relies on the Black Dragon Trap.
roar!
The black dragon opened its mouth and roared, and a strong and crazy hurricane burst out from its mouth. At the same time, the black dragon rushed towards him.
Ji Yue fought with the Black Dragon in an instant.
No matter how strong the Lord of the Night God Palace is, he will always become a prisoner who cannot be saved under the black dragon.
Ji Yue pointed at the sky with his sword, and the black dragon roared away.
The collision between the sword and the dragon scales seemed to create a terrible spark.
Qingge's eyes tightened, and he suddenly saw Ji Yue spewing a mouthful of blood.
Qingge's palm was sweating.
Ji Yue narrowed her eyes slightly, and a trace of charming blood was hanging on her chin.
He exerted force and the sharp blade broke through the scales and penetrated with a sword.
The black dragon turns into fog.
The black mist tangled at the tip of the sword.
Ji Yue threw the sword towards the emperor.
Ji Yue's figure quickly flew away, leaving only afterimages in the sky.
Qingge let out a breath and his whole body relaxed.
At this moment, the matchmaker at the next table walked to Qingge with a glass of wine.
The pale opera mask looks like a doll in a ghost book.
Especially the empty eyes under the mask, like gloomy dolls.
The matchmaker toasted Qingge with the wine glass in her hand, "Congratulations to His Highness the Princess for getting rid of the shackles of the vicious men in the realm of death."
The matchmaker's voice is very unique, as if it comes from another time and space, and is separated from the breath of fireworks on earth.
Qingge clearly felt that when she heard the matchmaker's voice, the hairs all over her body stood up.
The matchmaker looked at her, not like she looked at someone.
It's like a wild beast lying dormant in the dark looking for its own prey, and the artist carefully and seriously appreciates his own crafts.
Qingge quickly sorted out her emotions. She was calm, calm and elegant, without any panic.
She picked up the wine glass and returned to the matchmaker.
"Your bones look very good," said the matchmaker.
Bone phase...
“We will meet again.”
The matchmaker drank it all in one go, put down the wine glass on the table.
Qingge lowered his eyes and looked at the matchmaker's hands, and his crystal jade nails were covered with bright red elixir.
The matchmaker turned around and left the princess's mansion.
Qingge frowned.
Just now, when the matchmaker approached, she smelled a particularly disgusting smell, which made her stomach roll.
Before Qingge could think about the strangeness of the matchmaker, Xiao Xiaoyue's crying came from the Blood Demon space.
Xiao Xiaoyue cried hysterically, until her voice was hoarse and her mouth twitched.
He felt his father's departure.
He is attached to that kind of warmth.
Qingge was still in the feast and had no choice but to throw the Snake King into the Blood Demon space.
The Snake King and Xiao Xiaoyue stared at each other.
I wonder how the ancient general of the Qinglian clan, who was the dignified Qinglian clan, became so much that he was able to take care of his children?
The changes in the Princess's Mansion and Jiuque's birthday banquet were unexpected.
Jiuque stood beside the Emperor, and she looked up at Qingge with murderous intent in her eyes.
Tan Yu knelt on the ground and looked at Tan Wenshan's body that fell to the ground in disbelief.
Tan Yu raised his head, wailed and roared, and rushed to the crown with anger.
His messy hair was disguised, his blood-filled eyes widened, and he stared at Qingge like an enemy who killed his father.
"Ah! Ye Qingge, I'm going to kill you! You'll return it to my father!"
Tan Yu's eyes turned red, and he drew his long sword and rushed towards Qingge.
The guards of the Tan family surrounded Qingge.
Qingge looked at the Emperor, but the Emperor did not move at all, regardless of the situation.
Jiuque smiled and said, "General Tu, Ye Qingge colluded with the people of Ye Shen Palace to kill Tan Wenshan, the hero of Jiuzhou, and placed it in Qisha Hall. He also despised the emperor's majesty, did not take the marriage seriously, and made a decision to be arbitrarily with other wild men. The crime was even more serious. What is the right of such a woman to become the princess of my Jiuzhou? She didn't take this person quickly."
"So are you, who do dirty things with hundreds of thousands of men in the Yaozong, qualified to be the princess of Jiuzhou?"
A petite voice sounded, and waves of dark elements bloomed like dark flowers.
Then dozens of figures were seen rushing towards him like a gust of wind.
They rode a black Hummer, and wings grew on the back of the Hummer, and more than a dozen people rushed into the sky.
This is a black horse, dragon horse, and it is a flying monster exclusive to the Dark Fantasy Hall.
Above the Hummer at the forefront, there was a man and a woman riding.
The boy's eyes were as blue as the deep sea, and his white robe was extremely gorgeous. The girl was wearing a layered black dress and a mandala mask on her face.
A crow stood on the girl's shoulders.
Qingge's hand holding the wine glass began to tremble.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Jingjing...
Her essence...
Jiuque, Emperor, and most of the people present were puzzled. How could the people from the Dark Illusion Hall come to Jiuzhou to be a guest?
Chapter completed!