Lin Nichang ignored Chen Bufan's stench and hugged him tightly with trembling hands.
Chen Bufan was as motionless as a dead corpse, and his eyes gradually lost focus, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
In the past few months, he often looked at the old days in the dark and boundless dungeon through the flickering candlelight.
Once upon a time, he fell in love at first sight with his elderly mother, Mrs. Yan, and loved her for her uninhibited temperament as a chivalrous person.
I am willing to block the arrow for her and risk my life to go to Jueqing Cliff to pick a flower that can explain the meaning of words to make the beauty smile.
When he first learned that Mrs. Yan was pregnant, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.
But he doesn't know when he started to hate the virtuous woman who washed her hands and made soup at home.
"Nice clothes..."
He said quietly.
Lin Nichang looked up at him, thinking that her husband believed her, and kissed her husband's cheek ecstatically.
"Husband, we will be fine, right?"
"do you know?"
Chen Bufan was numb and stiff, looking at the candlelight outside the prison with a look of fascination, and said with a smile: "Before she fell in love with me, she was the most beautiful and willful woman in the world, and it was my shallow love that concealed her.
Her future and style were gone."
"What?"
Lin Nichang frowned her slender eyebrows, wondering what Chen Bufan's words meant.
"nothing."
Chen Bufan smiled and shook his head.
"Husband, as long as you believe in me and are willing to love me, we will definitely be able to have another child, and you will be able to make a comeback." Lin Nichang said with a smile.
"Click."
Chen Bufan suddenly broke Lin Nichang's wrist and covered Lin Nichang's mouth with his hand to prevent her from screaming.
"Nishang, please bear with me, you owe them mother and son."
After saying that, he broke off Lin Nichang's other hand.
Lin Nichang burst into tears from the pain, her face turned pale, and she looked at the person beside her pillow in horror. It was unimaginable that he would do such a cruel thing to her.
In the days that followed, Lin Nichang lived in the torture of Chen Bufan every day, and was in a state where life was worse than death every moment.
As the former leader of a sect, Chen Bufan still had some skills in torturing people.
What he said most every day was, "Yan'er, I've avenged you, can you come back and see me?"
Not long after, a new group of men came into the prison.
The young jailer asked: "What did those people commit?"
The old jailer glared, pulled him to the corner and said: "These men are not good people. They all have the habit of cutting off their sleeves. I heard that Gongzi Yu in the capital was killed by these people."
The body was so humiliating that it was simply unsightly to look at."
The young jailer was shocked.
Chen Bufan was sleeping languidly in the corner, and the man next to him was already dying.
He heard the noise, opened his eyes, and saw five or six figures whose features were unclear in the dim prison, approaching him like evil ghosts from the underworld.
At that moment, Chen Bufan's hair stood on end, the blood in her bones froze, and she was almost swallowed up by fear and panic.
When Chen Bufan's screams came from the prison, the old jailer drank wine without any surprise, looked at the salt bag made of ancient wood, shook his head, and sighed:
"This, it's called, evil people will be punished by evil people."
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All parts of the Imperial City Palace have been repaired.
All the dragon-protecting formations that came to help in the battle are waiting for Mr. Yu to come to the Mingye Continent again and activate the teleportation formation to return to his hometown.
Before leaving, the eight great martial gods of Mingye Continent wanted to see Princess Moyue one last time.
"Do you have any good warrior gods?"
Chu Yue asked sincerely with eyes wide.
"Princess, please don't call us the God of Martial Arts. After this battle, most of our martial arts have been destroyed. However, we are very lucky to be able to save the mainland. The princess put herself in danger and saved our land. We are very grateful."
The leader of the Martial Gods, along with the remaining seven Martial Gods, bowed deeply towards Chu Yue with their hands raised, and expressed their heartfelt thanks.
"The rest of us are useless people. If we stay in the imperial city, we will not be able to help the country and the world of martial arts. We plan to retire and return to our hometown to farm and raise flowers for the rest of our lives."
Chu Yue understood the sadness and helplessness in the words.
For a brave warrior, being unable to practice and becoming a useless person is something more terrifying than death.
In the lower continent, the Martial God realm is almost the peak level of strength.
After millions of warriors go through a long and boring journey of cultivation, they may not be able to emerge into the realm of the Martial God.
However, they worked hard all their lives, but in the end they had nothing. Although they were happy that the Mingye Continent was intact, they were also sad about their own ways.
"Everyone, Ye has a way, maybe he can rebuild his martial arts roots, but the hope is slim, it may not be successful, and there is even a possibility... that he can't even live a normal life. Do you want to give it a try?" Chu Yue asked
.
The God of War is the foundation of the continent.
Without the Martial God, even if Mingye Continent survives, its status in the lower realms will probably be far worse than before.
She was once in the teleportation formation, and the remaining demonic energy from Princess Linlang eroded her right arm bone.
The companions burned their martial roots to save each other, and finally created immortal roots.
She wanted to try it again.
"The worst is nothing more than this, I'm willing to give it a try."
The eyes of the eight Martial Gods ignited a new fire.
"Okay, then I will release the demonic energy on my right arm and let the demonic energy corrode my body. If there are any remaining roots in your body, burn them and use them to help me."
Chu Yue did as she was told, and as soon as she finished speaking, she sat cross-legged on the cold ground and released a large amount of demonic energy, directly and powerfully eroding her martial body.
The eight Martial Gods looked at each other, and they all trusted Chu Yue absolutely.
In addition, it is more touching.
Chu Yue's method has only a slim hope for them, but if her demonic energy is not careful, it will corrode the body's internal organs and turn him into a cripple.
No matter what the outcome is, whether they can become the God of War again, the eight of them all feel that they owe Chu Yue another favor at this time.
Then it settled in eight directions around Chu Yue, and resolutely lit up the remaining roots.
Now, this is the scene of the teleportation formation on the same day.
Time passes like a fleeting moment.
Yu Hentian hurriedly came to Mingye Continent from Splendid Universe.
"Where's little friend Ye? I was overjoyed when I heard that she woke up." Yu Hentian wanted to see Chu Yue eagerly, "My little friend's injury is so serious. It's lucky to be able to wake up in March. After that, he will have to take good care of his body.
You should have a good rest when you return to Lingtian."
"Senior, Sister Xiaoyue is bidding farewell to the eight Martial Gods of Tomorrow Night. They are not far ahead. Please follow me -"
Xiao Li walked over with Yu Hentian, Huangfu Yun and others.
The door of the house was suddenly opened by the strong wind, and the evil spirit and a wisp of fairy breath were both present in the storm.
The eight Martial Gods stood in the wind, suddenly opened their eyes, and felt the immortal roots in their abdominal cavities, which was an unusual surprise.
They never dreamed that their martial arts state could be restored to its original state.
Chu Yue's face turned pale, and her cheeks showed a happy smile, "It seems that the effect is good."
The eight Martial Gods felt guilt and self-blame in their hearts, and they looked at each other in tacit understanding. They all knelt down and handed over their hands to the woman in red standing in the center: "If Princess Moyue doesn't dislike it, we are willing to pay homage to the princess."