"Feng'er has been in war for him all his life. He has no choice but to return with a family and no choice but to return with a wife."
The old man's voice was very peaceful, but he was full of disappointment. "For his throne and for his childhood commitment, he gave him the most precious decade of his life, but what about him..."
"It was him who pushed Feng'er into the abyss with his own hands, not even a complete corpse!"
Ye Qingtian wanted to be angry, but he didn't even have the strength to get angry. This is the saddest thing in the world.
Back then, Ye Qingtian received a secret letter. Even though he knew it was a dead end, he had just been to the banquet alone, but he only had the determination to look at death in his eyes.
Before leaving, he rode on a tall horse, looking back at the old man standing with a stone lion in the fierce wind. He said he had no regrets, he said that he was good for life and death, and he should not take his anger on others.
Because of his words, Ye Qingtian and Ye Zhengxiong, the accomplice who killed his son, have been in opposition to each other for more than ten years, making Emperor Beiyue an emperor for a total of sixteen years.
He abdicated and gave up the wise, no longer being the head of the Ye family, and retired to become the elder Ye, but who knew that this sometimes kind and sometimes unreasonable and willful old man had drunk countless times on the cold night when no one was around, heartbreaking.
His son!
The one who died was his son!
But as a man, he still has to smile at his enemy. What kind of torture is that? It's endless torture!
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Emperor Beiyue continued to say that he would continue to dig out his absurd and hideous soul in blood, so that Qingge could let the world see his ugliness.
"If it weren't for your father, Bitong would be mys. If it weren't for your father, I would be the only god that the 400 million people in Beiyue admired!"
The Northern Yue Emperor had a distorted face, like a lion about to get angry. Unlike the angry lion, his face appeared blue-gray.
This is the appearance of death.
"If it weren't for my father, it wouldn't be your turn to be the King of Beiyue."
Qingge dragged the Ming King's sword toward the Northern Yue Emperor, and his face was expressionless from beginning to end. The cold eyes embedded in the charming and delicate face revealed a sense of hostility.
As the three thousand white hairs danced with the wind, scarlet blood seemed to be shaking in the clear lake water. When the ripples spread, there was no peace and darkness.
Qingge suddenly felt sad for the Northern Yue Emperor and for the dead Ye Jingfeng. One pushed the most important brother in his life into the abyss, and the other died in the hands of a friend of life and death.
Look, is it sad...
Everyone has a way of dying, either quietly turning into ashes, or tragically broken, but Qingge thought that even if she died, she would become the last one to die.
She wants to see the prosperity and coolness of the world, pass on her long-cherished wishes on a different path, stand at the peak of this road of exile, be alone, and be brave enough to kill.
Walking to the North Moon Emperor, Qingge clenched the Ming King's sword in her hand. Her face was as cold as frost, and she was faint and ruthless.
The blood debt was paid for. She wanted the Northern Yue Emperor to pay back all those who owe Ye Jingfeng to the massacre army today.
She is a bloody person, with a vicious heart and cruel means. What does other people's ideas have to do with her? If she wants to kill, if the people in the world do not allow it, she will kill it too!
"What a pity, I really should have brought a painter over to him and let him draw the way your father looked when he died. That was a masterpiece."
At this point, the Beiyue Emperor curled a smile on his lips, and his smile became more and more intense.
Suddenly, the smile on the Beiyue Emperor's face froze, and then faded. He stared at Qingge in shock. When his body trembled, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth. The blood sprayed Qingge's face and washed the girl's eyebrows.
The Blood Demon Flower.
Thorns-
Qingge pulled out the Mingwang sword that penetrated the abdomen of Beiyue Emperor.
The knife stabbed it, not only the abdomen, but also the dantian.
The pain of the shattered dantian made Emperor Beiyue wrinkle the whole face, and his facial features seemed to be twisted together. He knelt down tremblingly, his white hands were supported on the ground, and the jade ring on his thumb was shimmering.
With a crystal luster, he stared at the soft boots under the girl's feet in front of him, his eyes seemed to be protruding.
The Northern Yue Emperor growled in pain, and the last spiritual energy stored in the tendons and veins in his body burst out with this roar.
The spiritual energy turned into light blades and hit Qingge.
Qingge stood coldly, as calm as she looked as usual. When the spiritual energy light blade came, her eyes condensed, and millions of blood demon flowers flew over, and the spiritual energy light blade dispersed without attacking.
The fight stopped immediately!
Everyone looked here, shocked and shocked.
At the age of sixteen, she actually destroyed the Dantian of Emperor Beiyue, but she was only at the seventh level of the innate level. People at the twelve level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level of the innate level. There has never been such a pervert in the 100-year history of the Four-Star Continent.
"You have ruined my dantian!"
The Northern Yue Emperor crawled on the ground, his body spasmed. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were filled with blood.
Qingge was silent, holding a knife in one hand and raising the other hand, rubbing the blood off her face. After a long time, she finally looked down at the man at her feet. The man was unwilling to accept it and hatred spread.
She inserted the Mingwang sword in her hand into the vast earth and buried three points.
Everyone looked at her in confusion. After a moment, they saw the girl lifting her feet and kicking the Beiyue Emperor in the face. Beiyue Emperor's body flew out like a scarecrow, and his head hit a rock. It's all right
The undamaged flesh cracked and the blood flowed continuously.
The girl's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.
Qingge walked step by step, approached the Northern Moon Emperor, stood beside the Northern Moon Emperor, and looked down on the Northern Moon Emperor with a high apology. Beneath the cold and thinness, there was a crazy and cold killing.
The words of Emperor Beiyue completely aroused the blood in her soul.
"Did my father struggle under your feet like this?" the girl asked coldly.
She is particularly sensitive to feelings.
Especially after experiencing the broken family affection like modern times, she always yearns for and admires her parents in this life.
That is sacred and cannot be blasphemed.
But the Northern Yue Emperor forced her again and again. Although she was a villain, she never killed innocent people. She never killed any killers until the last step.
However, there are always people who force her to kill and torture people.
For example, the Northern Moon Emperor, this proud and arrogant king.
He was once the lord of this country, but now he is trampled on by others and does not know what kind of backbone dignity is.
"Your father?"
The Northern Yue Emperor lay weakly on the ground. People all over the world looked at his embarrassment. He smiled hideously, "Your father is much more embarrassing than this, hahahaha..."
The man's laughter was particularly harsh.
The wind passed silently, and there was silence around it.
Bang!
A heavy voice sounded, and the women who were closer to this place were shocked, but they saw the girl with white hair and black eyes stepping on the face of the Northern Yue Emperor.
The soft boots were twisted on the face of the Northern Moon Emperor, and her eyes were filled with a cold mist, which was so cold that it was so heartbroken that it was terrifying and scary. (To be continued)