Chapter 2135 Eternal City complains of sadness, there is Nanlang in Minghua's hairpin
Chu Shijue looked helplessly at his cousin's quickly leaving figure and raised his eyebrows. He was used to Long Taotao's behavior and had never been bound by rules.
Although he is young, he is a truly transparent and carefree person.
"He wants to visit the Emperor of Chu."
Chu Nanyin's eyebrows softened a little, "Let him go. Although Tao Tao usually goes his own way, he still knows how to measure."
"That's fine." Chu Shijue sighed softly: "If I don't let him meet me, he won't be able to sleep well at night."
Chu Nanyin smiled lightly.
His light golden eyes looked at the temple standing not far outside the battlefield.
There, the clouds were flying and the mist was swirling, the thunder was flashing dimly, and the ground was filled with the broken debris of sculptures and filled with tens of thousands of stairs.
A figure wearing a Feng Ling battle robe was faintly visible.
Although he is thin and slender, he can draw a sword with a sword and thrust it into the ground.
"Brother."
"Um?"
"Didn't you ask me about my birthday wish this year?"
"Have you thought about it? Tell me what it is. Even if you want the stars in the sky, my father will pick them back for you."
"Nanyin doesn't want stars in the sky. I hope she can thrive in the upper world like a fish in water, fulfill her ambitions, and become my comrade-in-arms."
After saying these words, Chu Shijue was stunned, his eyes trembled with fragmented arcs of light, and his thin red lips instantly tightened into a pale line.
The other companions in Yuehua Palace were all speechless, startled and frightened when they heard the sound, thinking that Chu Nanyin was talking in his sleep.
Chu Nanyin is a noble immortal god, and Ye Chuyue can't even compare with a mortal body. She has entered the martial god realm with demon cultivation, and has weird things like god and demon pupils. She will definitely follow the path of demons in the future, which is the lowest level.
The Nine-Level Magic Way.
I would like to ask, how can the dust on the ground travel together with the wind in the sky? Isn't it just a fantasy and an idiot's dream?
However, no one planned to refute Chu Nanyin's words. After all, few people thought Ye Chuyue could go to the upper world.
Even going to the middle realm is very mysterious.
To know.
Those who are feudal lords and ministers in the lower world are like passing clouds and smoke in the upper world.
There will never be such a day.
She will not appear in the upper world.
Not to mention, she is still a person who has endured natural disasters.
Everyone has only one thought in their minds.
They did not despise Emperor Chu, and were even amazed by the interlocking strategies and perseverance in the battle of faith that night.
But reality is reality.
The cruel reality cannot be reversed by false dreams.
While everyone was thinking, the Yuehua Palace carried precious bodies, which were gradually moving away from the sky as the storm surged.
…
In the eternal place, in the direction of the city gate, the sound of "ta, da, da" came from time to time.
That was the sound of whipping corpses.
The body of Nan Yongning, the eldest princess of Bian Xuanhan.
Chu Yue was lying on the high wall, her long legs hanging loosely, drinking a pot of Yunxiao wine alone, looking at the direction of the sound with her deep eyes.
Even if you don't go and see it with your own eyes, you can still imagine the tragic situation of Nan Yongning.
"despair."
"despair."
"despair."
The sound doesn't stop.
The torturers who whipped the corpse would also talk to people coming and going about Nan Yongning's crimes.
"This Princess Xuanhan is guilty of a crime that cannot be punished. She has not yet paid her debts while she is still alive, but she still has to pay her debts after her death. You can have a good life and watch. Do good deeds in the future and do not do evil. Otherwise, even if you die, you will not have a good ending. How pitiful.
"The punisher follows the teachings.
"Poor? Why is she pitiful?"
A woman who was blind in her left eye appeared here supporting an old man over eighty years old.
The woman stared at her remaining right pupil, tears streaming down from her bloodshot eyes. She glared at Nan Yongning with hatred and shouted angrily until she was hoarse, "My husband, Mu Jun's left lieutenant general, has been distinguished throughout his life."
I saved countless people through military exploits, but I couldn't save him and his son. I was pregnant at the time, and the doctor said it was a twin. When I heard about Mu Jun's disappearance, my two children were stillborn, and I lost control of my emotions.
, I was so sad that I lost one eye. Later, my mother-in-law and I sold our property, and facing the Eternal Temple, we came from the land of Beizhou, kowtowing and kneeling in three steps, just to pray for my husband. What is the meaning of this prayer?
How can she dig out my husband's bones and make them into bone shoes if she can only kill people with a nod?"
The eighty-year-old man was like a walking zombie, his turbid eyes staring blankly ahead. There was no hatred, no anger, only the sorrow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.
The woman screamed, rushed towards Nan Yongning, bit Nan Yongning's leg, and tore off a piece of flesh.
"I have never had a pair of children. My husband was so proud that after his death he was made into bone shoes and stepped on the soles of his feet. How can I put an end to this hatred? Even if you, Nan Yongning, turn into ashes, it cannot be written off. I will not be reincarnated for the rest of my life.
Even if I work for animals day and night, I will chew your bones and eat your flesh and blood all the time." The woman screamed miserably.
She beat Nan Yongning again and again, like the most primitive beast, venting her deepest resentment.
Suddenly, a force slowly brought her back.
"Who? Who is going to stop me?" the woman asked hysterically with her eyes wide open.
"Your husband is Mo Nangui, the left deputy general of the Mu Army?"
The person who spoke was a man wearing a black robe and looking like an emperor.
Those purple eyes were obviously as calm as water, but they had the boundless turbulence of the sea.
The surrounding punishers, civilian warriors, and even princes and nobles would all respectfully call him Sword Emperor.
Seeing this, the woman's mood softened a little and she became more respectful.
"Mo Nangui is my poor husband," the woman said with tears in her eyes.
Ye Mohan handed a hairpin to the woman, "Deputy General Mo Zuo's Yuanling is stored in this magic weapon, the Minghua Hairpin. The Yuanling was originally bound and imprisoned, suffering pain all day long. He used the Nine Nether Secret Technique to be freed."
, However, Ye Mou’s strength is limited and cannot restore the body of Deputy General Mo Zuo, but the Minghua Hairpin is a ninth-grade magical weapon left behind 90,000 years ago. If Mrs. Mo makes a contract with the Minghua Hairpin with her blood essence, her spiritual consciousness can enter the Ming Dynasty.
When you meet Lieutenant General Mo in the Hua Hairpin, you can also communicate with your spiritual consciousness on weekdays. However, Mrs. Mo, you have a limited time to enter the Minghua Hairpin every day, at most one stick of incense, but from now on, Lieutenant General Mo Zuo’s Yuanling
If you recuperate well, Madam, the time you can enter the Minghua Hairpin will also increase accordingly. Madam, wait and see, are you willing to accept this hairpin?"
"Is my husband's soul really inside?" the woman cried with joy.
There was a subtle light in the eyes of the eighty-year-old woman.
"It's absolutely true." Ye Mohan nodded.
The woman held the Minghua hairpin and quickly made a contract with her essence and blood.
She placed the Minghua hairpin on her cheek, closed her eyes and heard her husband's voice deep in her consciousness: "Aya, is that you?"
"Nanlang...Nanlang..." The woman Aya burst into tears and broke down in sobs.
Inside Minghua's hairpin is Nanlang, whom she has been waiting for for a long time.