Ye Zhengxiong coughed violently for a long time, and finally stopped. He hung his head, raised his head weakly, looked at Qingge, his eyes fell on the white hair, and another self-deprecating smile, "I have never been
I thought you would be nameless.”
Singing without saying anything.
"Have Wuhen not here yet?"
"No."
"Where is Ye Yu?"
"No."
“…”
The man laughed again, laughing wildly, and death was approaching, and none of his children came over. He didn't even want to walk the road to see him for the last time, which shows how failed he, as a father.
"Qingge."
This is the first time Ye Zhengxiong is calmly reciting Qingge's name. Qingge takes a step forward, which is considered a response. Facing this man who will die at any time, she is also complicated and has hated, disgusted, murderous.
After surging, she thought that in the end, both of them would look at one side with a hideous face and look at the death.
I didn't expect that the day would come so quickly, but the atmosphere was extremely good.
Ye Zhengxiong suddenly fell backwards. When he fell down, he grabbed Qingge's sleeve tightly, his eyes wide open, his eyes were so angry that his eyes seemed to jump out of his socket, blood was so obvious, his hands
The black blood dyed Qingge's long rouge robe with another extreme color. His body spasmed a few times. Before he died, he used all his strength and said intermittently, "Little...
Be careful of the emperor…”
His body stopped shaking, and black blood was still flowing in his seven orifices. His hands holding Qingge's sleeves were hanging weakly. The blood dripped along his fingernails on the ground, like ink, terrible black.
"Second uncle."
“Go along the way!”
Qingge closed her eyes, opened her thin lips, and the cold sound rang out.
The wind outside the house was a little cold. Whose grave was as tall as a cover? At the end of the world, there was the next reincarnation. Under the eighteen levels of hell, who knows whether spring will bloom again?
No one knows which one will come first, birth, old age, sickness and death or tomorrow.
"He has put twin Gu in his body like you. Emperor Beiyue should have killed the Gu insects raised outside the body, so Ye Zhengxiong died without warning." Ji Yue said.
In fact, Ye Zhengxiong knew better than anyone else. He could not beat that man, whether he hated or resented, because he was the king of Beiyue.
Under the king's land, whoever he wants to die will not be able to survive.
"Ji Yue." Qingge opened his eyes.
Ji Yue leaned forward and her eyes widened.
"Don't use the power in your body casually in the future. If you die, I will be very sad."
Ji Yue smiled.
You are still alive, how can I bear to die?
*
Qingge turned around and left, walked out of the room full of death. She looked at Ye Qingtian and said, "Uncle Second is dead, let's prepare for the funeral."
Ye Qingtian sighed and said, "From the moment your father died, your second uncle's death was already destined, it was just a matter of time."
Qingge suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes trembling slightly.
Ye Qingtian's words were very meaningful. Did he know that Ye Jingfeng's death was related to the Northern Yue Emperor?
At this moment, hasty footsteps sounded outside the door. Ye Yu ran all the way, passed the threshold, walked into the room, saw Qingge and others, and stopped, "Where is my dad?"
"He has passed away." Qingge said.
Ye Yu's steps were unstable, his body was shaking, and he fell forward. Qingge immediately supported her. Ye Yu stood weakly against Qingge, his eyes immediately turned red, and his voice was choked, "Diet?
”
Is it bad news? No, she also hated Ye Zhengxiong, but when she knew he was dead, Ye Yu felt that the sky had collapsed.
From childhood to adulthood, her father was like a mountain, and she was respected. She always aimed at him, working hard and striving. When she grew up, the man died.
Ye Yu walked towards the room. She stood beside the lintel, her hand pressed against the sandalwood door. When she saw Ye Zhengxiong's body, her other hand immediately covered her face, tears flowing out of her fingers.
No matter what, it is her father.
*
Due to the Four Dynasties Conference, Ye Qingtian's funeral could only be held in a hurry.
On the day of Ye Qingtian’s funeral, Ye Wuhen disappeared, and no matter how many people in the mansion looked, they could not find him.
night.
Qingge went to the pavilion where Ye and Ye Wuhen drank together. The moon was like a hook and the night was like a ink. The man hid in the ink, his crimson robe, his eyebrows buried in the shadows. He sat in the pavilion with his back against his back.
When Che Mu saw Qingge, he raised his head weakly and asked, "That man has been buried?"
"It's buried." Qingge nodded.
"It's so good, he finally died." Ye Wuhen laughed.
"Yeah, that's great, he finally died."
But neither of them was happy.
"You haven't watched the four dynasties battles these days, but you should have known that Zhan Qiu, the dark horse, has won the first place."
Ye Wuhen lowered his eyes, pulled the topic away, and said, "Zhan Qiu's strength is unfathomable, and he will have a fight with you. Mu Qi and Dongling Cod have a friendship with you, at least he will not kill him. Zhan Qiu
For some reason, I really want to join the Northern Tomb King. I have been very close to the Northern Tomb King recently. You must be careful. If he faces you, he will definitely force you to death."
"I will." Qingge replied.
"The people from Jialan Academy have arrived yesterday. Elder Yu from the Fantasy Palace is receiving them. In the past few days, many people have gone to pass the test and want to enter Jialan Academy, but none of them have succeeded. If you have time, you can
Go to the Fantasy Hall to see. If you want to enter Jialan Academy in the future, you will at least have some experience." Ye Wuhen said.
Qingge nodded.
Leng Feng flew back and forth between the two, Ye Wuhen stood up and stood in front of Qingge, with a solemn tone, "If the emperor has a murderous intention towards you, with the current strength of the Ye family, he will definitely not be able to compete with the royal family, although he has not.
The reason for killing is to be careful, but everything must be guarded. In the battle of four dynasties, don’t worry about fighting, and leave the rest to my brother.”
Qingge pursed her lips and suddenly noticed a little white light on Ye Wuhen's black hair. He said in surprise: "You have white hair. Are you too tired recently?"
"Are there so many people with you?" Ye Wuhen raised his eyebrows.
Qingge laughed silently.
The bright moon is in the sky, the breeze is intoxicating. In the tavern next to the west gate of the Beiyue, the old man with crescent hair and a gray face is sitting on the bed in a scent, with his elbows on the pillow, his hands are holding his head, and his mouth is constantly whispering.
"I don't know how my disciple is doing. After the four dynasties, I should come to Jialan, right?"
Outside the door, there was a knock on the door.
"Elder An, there is a man who said he wants to join you..."
Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the old man, "Go to his grandmother, I don't accept male disciples. Does male disciple have big breasts? Does male disciple have a butt/thigh tilt?"