The jade coffin slowly moved into the hall of devouring. The elder knelt in front of Minghong and blamed himself deeply, "Emperor Mingqi's death is really unrelated to me, please punish me."
Minghong stood in front of Mingqi's coffin and looked at the stone corpse that Mingqi had in it, as if he had pierced the jade coffin and said calmly, "I will go to save him when I recover from my injuries. You don't have to blame yourself. The funeral will be withdrawn."
"Yes." The Great Elder retreated respectfully. There was no one in the hall because of Minghong's existence. The crying sounds were only outside the hall, and they penetrated into the sky of the entire devouring clan little by little.
Ying Rou woke up, her chest was still in severe pain. The moment she opened her eyes, tears began to roll, red blood flowed out of her palm, and the heart-wrenching pain made her despair, because this was not a dream, but a reality.
"I..." I was about to say something, but I was drowned by hysterical crying. It was a severe pain, so painful that I suffocate and my hands and feet lost consciousness.
It was at night that the crying gradually calmed down. While sob, Ying Rou slowly sat up from the bed. The room was very elegant, but it was very empty. There was no dark shadow under the light, but Ying Rou felt inexplicable.
Fear.
"Brother Mingqi is gone, no longer here." After hugging the quilt tightly, her body began to tremble, and her beautiful eyes were completely blurred by tears, reflecting the despair that was extremely painful.
The deep and sad cry spread throughout the night to every inch of the land of the devouring tribe.
I still remember the first time I met, a 10-year-old boy. He has been spoiling himself meticulously since then. No matter whenever he meets, he will hold himself and embrace it with his extremely warm arms.
No matter what he did wrong, he would always tolerate himself and spoil himself as always. He searched for the Emperor's Madman and the Demon Tower, which were all proof of beautiful and spoiled.
Until today, nothing is gone. She feels that she has lost a lot, so many that it is a bit unimaginable. It is like the leaves that have lost their trunks, scattered on the ground, and can only be withered and yellow. Only with him is meaningful only when he is doting
Only when you have your own world can you feel warm. If you lose it, everything seems to become numb and out of place with you.
In the hall, Shixue had already woken up, stood in front of the jade coffin and gently opened the lid. Every time she saw this terrifying face, her heart would tremble and hurt severely, especially this time, the pain almost made her soul
Tear it open, this is caused by her, Mingqi's death.
"Mingqi, I know you have forgiven me. Even if I kill you with my own hands, you won't hate me, right? You have been loving me forever, and I will definitely save you, no matter what.
"The tears in her eyes retreated, and the firmness reflected from her beautiful eyes. It was the firmness of persistence.
"Who?" Shixue's eyes turned and fell outside the hall. Ying Rou stood there, looking at Shixue's eyes very cold. It has been decades since she was separated, and the young child at the age of ten has stood tall and graceful, like a lotus flower coming out of the water.
Zhixue failed to recognize Ying Rou, but Yingrou easily recognized her. Compared with that, Zhixue was still perfect, less childish and immature, and it was not difficult to distinguish. Instead, Yingrou and Zhixue were separated.
At the age of ten, the changes were extremely huge, and Chixue didn't recognize it.
"Sister Shixue, this is the last time I called you. Brother Mingqi's body does not need you to come to see you for your husband." Ying Rou looked at Shixue coldly, with extremely strong hostility.
When we meet, it may not be the joy of reunion, because the price of this reunion is Mingqi.
She hated Chixue very much. Although she hated conflicts, the fact that Mingqi died because of her was undeniable. In Mingqi's words, which one is more important, Ying Rou has been with her for decades, and she was also in the Saint Academy when she was studying for the Holy Academy.
He is closest to Mingqi.
Slowly approaching Mingqi's jade coffin, she said coldly, "Please bring your hand." Shixue didn't say much, slowly took it back from Mingqi's robe, without any emotion coming out of her face.
She said, "Are you Rou'er?"
"My name is Yingrou. Please don't use the title of brother to me. You are not worthy." Yingrou's expression that was so cold that she was so cold that she was about to be so warm and innocent as warm as water. She was about to be like this by a warm and innocent woman.
With a look on his face, the other party should have been wrapped in such a deep hatred.
She still said calmly, "No matter how much you hate me, it doesn't matter. You have always been Rou'er and my relative, take good care of his body."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out, gradually disappearing into the depths of the darkness before dawn, and no longer saw him.
The jade coffin has been carefully carved with special formations to keep the body of the coffin stable and not collide in the coffin. The Qingxuan light in the corner of the coffin lid is leaked out, sacrificing
The palace was immediately rebuked by the Qingxuan light. The bright Qingxuan light did not close its eyes, and you could see that the stone corpse that was inscribed in it had countless scars and old and terrifying old stone corpse.
Ying Rou slowly floated into the coffin. After closing the lid of the coffin, everything around her was completely shrouded in the light of Qingxuan. It was an extremely bright world, only she and Mingqi.
She turned her head and looked at the stone corpse's hideous face and could still see the traces of laughter. Her smile spread out, and her boneless hand gently held Mingqi, slowly closing her eyes and fell asleep.
The news of Mingqi's death did not disperse, and not many people knew about his possible resurrection. The entire devour was in turmoil in doubt. Fortunately, when the news of Minghong's life spread, any turmoil would follow the news.
Calmness. Many people have even ignored Mingqi's survival. Minghong's life is a great thing for the entire devouring clan. With a Minghuang who existed 60,000 years ago, no matter what kind of opponent he was, he would have confidence.
However, it also made some families with bad intentions tremble, and immediately restrained their eagerness and came respectfully to congratulate Minghong on his return.
The entire devour tribe was not seriously injured in this battle. Although he lost a current Minghuang, he found the eighteenth generation Minghuang.
In comparison, God suffered much more casualties, but it was still very cost-effective to kill the current Emperor Ming in their eyes.
Feng Dong's marriage was destroyed by Mingqi, and the young mistress was stolen by someone. It was not only Feng Dong's face that was ruined, but the entire God's cultivator could be said to have suffered great shame.
But what's funny is that there are still many people laughing behind their backs about the outcome of this game, talking about the shortcomings, without any sense of humiliation.
"Son of the world, you are already drunk, please don't drink it." A stunning woman begged. She was wearing a palace outfit and pink gauze slightly covered her breasts. The snow-white ones were hidden and she was only bound by the underwear, as if she might have opened it at any time.
Underwear.
Feng Dong ignored the deaf ears and sat quietly on the jade steps, with his hair scattered, his handsome and domineering past disappeared, but he had a bit of a slight bleakness. A bottle of nectar was empty, and he picked up another bottle from his hand and began to hurt.
Drink, the ground is already full of fragments of jade bottles.
The woman was the young emperor's concubine. Among the many concubines, she was the closest one. The woman was so anxious that she was crying. She hesitated for a moment. She still clenched her fists and walked up to snatch the jade bottle, begging, "Young Emperor, you really are."
I can’t drink it anymore, this Qiong Yao will be deadly!”
"Get out!" Feng Dong angrily slapped the ground, and his whole body jumped up. As a concubine, the woman must have the cultivation level that can correspond to Feng Dong's body. Otherwise, how could she satisfy him when she came to sleep together at night? Therefore, this woman's
The cultivation level is also at the heaven level. Faced with the momentum of wind, the woman chose to grit her teeth and bear it.
But Feng Dong was angry and angry again, and the breath rose, as if thousands of heavy mountains were hitting the woman's body. She screamed, her body threw it into the air, and the spray almost dyed the snow-white on her chest red. Feng Dong was angry
He snorted and said angrily, "You can't take my things away, you can't take them away!"
The young emperor concubine watched Feng Dong step by step with fear in her eyes. She cried, "Shao Emperor, that woman has left and has been taken away by Emperor Ming. What can you be considered if you give up on yourself?"
Feng Dong ignored the deaf ears and raised his hand to grab the jade bottle. However, the woman grabbed it very tightly and refused to let go. Feng Hao was furious and pulled it backwards. But when he heard the crackling sound, the whole jade bottle broke into the woman and him.
In his hand, the peak body of the Heavenly Lord was already comparable to that of the heavenly weapon. These fragments could not cut his skin, but how could this woman's delicate skin withstand this sharp jade artifact? Many pieces of porcelain immediately entered the flesh.
Blood immediately overflowed from the palm of his hand, mixed with the strong wine, and the heart-wrenching pain instantly made the woman's face pale.
Feng Dong was stunned for a moment, the anger in his eyes retreated, and he sighed long and said, "Yun Ji, I'm sorry." His body picked up Yun Ji and sent it to the bed, gently dragging her bloody palms, and said
"It hurts very much."
Yun Ji shook her head and sighed, "Young Emperor, I know that woman left, your heart hurts even more." Looking at the tenderness in her eyes, Feng Dong's heart eased a little, and a ball of wind in his palm spread from Yun Ji's hand.
A piece of jade bottle fragment flew out of the flesh and blood. Yun Ji gritted her teeth without saying a word, quietly watching Feng Dong heal her wounds for her, feeling indescribable touch and joy in her heart.
She whispered, "Young Emperor, I know you are unwilling to be snatched away by Ming Emperor, but did Ming Emperor pay a high price? Although the woman is devoted to Ming Emperor, not all women in the world like him
.”
After a heartfelt words, the feelings are sincere. Feng Dong nodded, put down Yun Ji's hands, the wounds have all healed, lying beside Yun Ji, Yun Ji's face turned red, and his breath began to appear a little messy.
Feng Dong gently kissed the woman's lips that were so shy that she closed her eyelids.
In the imperial palace, which woman is not charming in the palace, she only wants to be favored by the young emperor. The wind they want is very clear. This woman is different.
"Shaodi, don't..." Feng Dong was about to take off her underwear, Yun Ji grabbed his hand and stopped him from continuing. Feng Dong gently pushed her hand away and said, "I remember you for eighteen years."
Enter the palace, right."
Yun nodded slightly with a sore heart. Yes, it has been eighteen years. The wind has been coming and going in a hurry for eighteen years, and it has not even been in her palace for a night. Feng Dong sighed and said, "These ten
I have been busy practicing for eight years, and I haven’t... sorry."
Yun Ji's body was shocked, all the grievances disappeared, she cried with joy, her hands stopped obstructing, and she held the bed sheet tightly, and said sobbingly, "No, Shaodi, you are the emperor, you never have to say sorry to me, as long as Shaodi can remember me
That's good."
Feng Dong felt a little moved in his heart. Without answering, he took off his underwear, revealing everything about Yun Ji's beauty, and began to answer in his crazy way. Yun Ji grabbed the bed sheet and endured the pain of her lower body just torn apart, in his heart
, but it is unspeakable joy.
The nobles in the palace were flesh and blood, but Yun Ji was different.
When the night was quiet, Shixue was alone on a bunch of tits outside the land of the Devouring Clan, standing upright, quietly watching the prosperous lights of the Devouring Clan, beautiful but out of reach, as if the people there were in the next world,
Everyone blamed her.
A feeling of loneliness and loneliness beside me, and suddenly a warm embrace was hugging myself. Looking back, it was Mingqi's illusory figure who gently hugged himself, "I will definitely save you." Shixue gave this figure
Said.
As soon as the words were sleepy, the figure flew into the sky, and the snow looked at it quietly until the figure merged into the night sky and disappeared, and the light on the stars fell, and there was also a different kind of warmth.
(It's so slow, it's so slow. The next chapter must speed up the process. The climax has been revealed and we slowly enter the final project of the last hundreds of thousands of words.)