When Ye Chen woke up, it was early morning. The underworld was dark, and there was a faint light slanted on his face.

When I walked out of the room, I saw a warm scene.

In front of the stove, Chu Ling stood up gracefully, wearing a scarf and cutting vegetables, just like a virtuous wife making breakfast for her husband.

The gloomy wind blew gently, lifting her hair, quiet and graceful.

The picture was pleasing to the eye, and Ye Chen was a little fascinated by watching it.

He can't remember how long it took for her to eat the meal she cooked.

I have gone too far, and the past is blurred in the years, and the pitiful tenderness in my memory has also changed.

It's almost gone, Ye Chen took a deep breath, Chu Ling'er unsealed, and it's time to return to the heavens, and he's full of longing for the future.

"You're awake." Chu Ling'er looked sideways and smiled sweetly.

"You are so beautiful at this moment." Ye Chen smiled.

"Go to wash your hands and have a meal." Chu Ling smiled whispered.

The breakfast was very warm, and Ye Chen was like a starving ghost entrusting himself to live, slicing rice, eating voraciously, and sweeping the delicious food on the table.

Chu Ling smiled slightly, a little far-fetched, and there was still a trace of water mist in her eyes. I hope she could make breakfast for him every day.

At this moment, she almost said that the child in her womb was from Ye Chen, but she held it back and wanted to cry.

"Why don't you eat?" Ye Chen raised his head and asked in surprise.

"Eat." Chu Ling buried her head and lowered her eyes, sucking her bitter fish soup.

Soon, a ray of cold wind blew, and a purple-haired young man appeared.

He was wearing a mask and could not see his appearance. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, covering the sky and the earth, and boundless.

Ye Chen turned his head and swept it up and down, unable to break his bloodline, nor could he see his cultivation level. He only knew that he was mysterious and terrible.

"I'm upset." The purple-haired young man spoke, his words were dull, and the eyes of Gujing's unwavering waves were not at all.

"Who are you?" Ye Chen asked, putting down the bowls and chopsticks.

"My name is Yao and Shun." The purple-haired young man said lightly.

"Yao Shun?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and thought about it for about a second or two, and was extremely sure that he had never heard of this name.

The underworld is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and another terrifying existence.

"I don't know what happened to my friend here." Ye Chen said.

"Come and pick up my wife." Yao Shun said, looking at Chu Ling.

"Wife?" Ye Chen frowned and looked at Chu Ling'er. It was obvious that the wife Yao Shun mentioned was her.

When he saw it, Chu Ling stood up, but did not dare to look directly into his eyes, biting his teeth lightly, "Ye Chen, I'm sorry."

"Why do you say sorry?" Ye Chen's eyes were not squinting.

"I'm pregnant with his child." Chu Ling lowered his eyes.

"Then I will kill him." Ye Chen smiled with warmth.

"Sorry, I love him even more in this life." Chu Ling whispered, took Yao Shun's arm, turned around and walked out of the garden.

"A series of nonsense." Ye Chen took a step forward, like a ghost, blocking the two of them's way out, and the murderous aura surged out.

"I don't love you anymore, believe it or not." Chu Ling said.

"Is he coercing you?" Ye Chen ignored Yao and Shun, only looked at Chu Ling, staring at him with a sharp look like a sword.

"With Senior Dihuang here, no one in the underworld dares to coerce us."

"Since that's the case, let him disappear." Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, and his momentum instantly reached the peak. His murderous intent was violent and silent, and he was cold and made the world ice.

"The past love has come to an end, why bother to get together and part, why bother?" Chu Ling's tone became cold and stood in front of Yao and Shun in one step.

As the words fell, a fairy sword appeared in her hand, and it moved with a stern sound, lifted up slightly, and pointed the sword tip straight at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with tears at a speed visible to the naked eye, blurring his gaze.

This is the first time in three hundred years of her past and present life. She pointed her sword at him. Although she had not stabbed her, her heart was as if she had already cut off her sword.

Her eyes were ruthless and cold, just like the sword in her hand, flashing with a cold light. It was murderous intent, extremely cold.

"Chu Ling, are you going to kill me?" Ye Chen's words became even more hoarse, and his peak momentum disappeared with her sword.

"I am Yao and Shun's wife, and he is the father of my child. If you kill him, I will kill you." Chu Ling's words were cold.

"I don't believe it." There was tears in Ye Chen's eyes, and he walked slowly, hitting her sword and piercing his chest.

One inch, two inch, three inch, his pace has not diminished.

Every time he took a step forward, the immortal sword stabbed into it until the tip of the sword pierced out from behind him, flowing with dazzling golden blood.

"Since you and I are separated by a sword, I will get closer."

It was not until the sword tail that he settled down, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, looking at Chu Ling, tears were everywhere, and blood was everywhere.

"Even if you stop me, you can't stop my heart." Chu Ling said indifferently, and his eyes were ruthless when he looked at Ye Chen.

"Even if you are Wuxin, you are Ye Chen's." Ye Chen raised his blood-stained hand and slowly touched Chu Ling's cheek.

"What's the use of a puppet?" Chu Ling scolded coldly and pulled out the fairy sword without hesitation at all.

The blood was stormy, and Ye Chen stepped back, staggered, half kneeled on the ground, vomiting blood.

The power of the Quasi-Emperor Sword is so powerful that the murderous intent is gone.

Chu Ling said nothing, held Yao and Shun and walked out of the small garden step by step.

From beginning to end, she didn't look back and looked at Ye Chen.

Behind him, Ye Chen was like a stone carved statue, letting the wind raged, motionless, only blood and tears flowed down, splashing all over the holy body.

The messy black hair covered half of his face, and the fallen leaves flew into snow-white, stained with the vicissitudes of life.

That kind of pain was even more cruel than Lingchi, and his mind was also confused. He was on the verge of collapse. It was only after he wanted to swallow him.

Someone came outside the garden, and it was Zhao Yun. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed it on Ye Chen's shoulder.

What happened? Zhao Yun frowned, not knowing what happened.

Ye Chen smiled, laughing a little crazy, like a madman.

Outside the ghost town, Chu Ling's face was pale, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, her beautiful eyes were no longer cold, and she was filled with crystal tears.

This is what Di Huang asked her to help: let Ye Chen witness it with his own eyes and push him into the bottomless abyss, the deeper the injury, the better.

Yes, this is a drama, a big drama, which is performed for Ye Chen to show him, helping him to transform again in the collapse.

Cruel, indeed, the pain is heart-wrenching.

As Chu Ling said, he has gone through hardships and has been hurt all over the place. This blow is undoubtedly devastating.

No one knows whether he can withstand it, whether it is collapse or nirvana. This is a love disaster, which is even more terrifying than the Emperor's Soldier.

Her heart hurt even more than Ye Chen. She was obviously his child, but she couldn't say it. Not only could she not say it, she also used it as a sharp blade and penetrated it into his chest.

In their belly, their children were crying loudly, as if they felt the pain of their parents and the fear from the unknown.

Chu Ling covered her jade mouth and tried hard not to make herself cry.

Without turning around and looking, she realized that Ye Chen's hair was white, she covered her chest and roared in pain, like a fierce ghost wailing.

"Senior, please wipe his memory! Let him forget, don't let him suffer again." Chu Ling almost begged.

This is a saying to Yao and Shun, the so-called Yao and Shun are the body of the Dharma of Emperor Huang, which covers the true appearance with a mask.

"He needs to experience it personally. This is the suffering he should overcome. If he cannot get out of this love disaster, he will not be able to overcome the six realms of reincarnation." Di Huang shook his head and sighed. As a senior, he felt a little reluctant.

"What's the end?" Chu Ling looked at Di Huang hopefully.

"Until he's eyes... there is no more Chu Ling, until he's heart... he's truly letting go, so he's the merits are fulfilled."
Chapter completed!