Hua Qianyue said coldly that letting the spirit race go is based on the overall situation, but she cannot letting the guy who plotted against her husband and son.

"I understand what you mean, OK, I will deal with them. Just if you do this, can the demons obey?"

In the Spiritual Clan Palace, Ye Lanyuan looked at the figure who returned, both familiar and unfamiliar, surprised and at a loss. He remembered the various twists and turns that have happened over the past thousands of years, and was filled with mixed feelings.

She was not dead after all, as long as she was alive, that's fine.

Nothing matters anymore.

"The emperor must have the courage to make decisions at critical moments. Since I can propose it, I will have the strength to shock those unwilling people. What's more, the demons have fought for so long and have vented their resentment for thousands of years. They should understand that if they continue to fight, the spirit race will inevitably fight against each other and lose both. From the overall perspective, no one can get the benefits in the end."

Hua Qianyue is confident and arrogant, like a calm emperor who ruled the world.

"What's more, since I have already remembered everything about Ye Rao Guideng Family, I will not allow the conspiracy that has lasted for thousands of years. Those people have already passed away, so I should put an end to it."

Ye Lanyuan remembered that he was plotted thousands of years ago, causing a war of spirit and demons, and the final division of the three realms. All the past is heartbreaking and melancholy, but now, no matter how tragic or regretful it was, he can only let go.

"Since the ex-Demon Emperor died, it would be meaningless to pursue it."

"You are wrong." Hua Qianyue's eyes were cold and her lips were sarcastic, "The ex-Demon Emperor is just like you, being deceived, and the Ghost Dinner Family lineage was not what he did."

"It's not him, who is that?" Ye Lanyuan was shocked. There was still a game in the game.

"Is it meaningful to pursue this now? Whether the Demon Emperor or other conspirators are dead, it is stupid to seek revenge or grace from the dead. People should live in the present."

"Qianyue, you are completely different from before." Ye Lanyuan looked at her, thought of the weak and kind woman, and his eyes became dazed.

"In the past? Ye Rao? But I am no longer Ye Rao. Lan Yuan Lingzun, please remember." Hua Qianyue in front of her was proud and cold, calm and confident, with a pair of transparent and sharp eyes, as if she could see through the indifference of the world.

Ye Lanyuan trembled. If it were Ye Rao before, he would never have shown such indifferent eyes to him. Ye Lanyuan's heart was filled with sadness.

"As soon as possible, you can't forgive me?"

Thousands of years have passed, and he has tortured in pain day and night, and what he is waiting for is an answer.

"Forgive me, no..."

Hua Qianyue looked at him with a smile. Seeing him in such pain, she suddenly felt that time was the best punishment blade. What could torture a person better than a long time to death.

The memories of the previous life thousands of years ago were just a dream memory for her, and Hua Qianyue in this life was no longer Ye Rao, and she did not need to live in the past.

Life and death, love and hate entanglement, she has experienced more than anyone else in the past century and seen more clearly than anyone else. Instead, she has understood a truth: being too persistent and hatred will eventually destroy others and even more herself.
Chapter completed!