Jing Yirong walked out of Yuluo Village. Ye Xieming's appearance made her stop.
Ye Xieming stood in the distance, his eyes staring at Jing Yi's face tightly through the silver mask.
"Ye Xieming, you have not obtained the world, but have caused me so much trouble. You actually have the face to appear in front of me." Jing Yirong walked past Ye Xieming and left a sentence.
Ye Xieming reached out and grabbed Jing Yirong's arm. "Now I don't expect you to be forgiven. I just hope you can let me be by your side. Even if it was the case before."
"Relax." Jing Yi looked cold.
Ye Xieming did not move. Jing Yirong shook Ye Xieming's hand vigorously. "It's ridiculous as before. Do you think you are Nalan Qingyi? The only person standing beside me is always Nalan Qingyi A person. He will never be in another person's place even if he dies."
"I am Nalan Qingyi." Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yiying out of control. "In fact, I have never had the existence of Nalan Qingyi. I am Nalan Qingyi, but Nalan Qingyi is not all. I. Have you admitted the existence of Nalan Qingyi and why are you unwilling to admit me?"
Jing Yirong's eyes were cold. "I would rather you have never existed. I would rather die as you Ye Xieming."
Ye Xieming seemed to be about to be hit. He stepped back several steps and looked disappointed. "If it were me, Nalan Qingyi would have no longer existed."
"I don't want to tell you these free orders. I still have my things to do. Get out of the way." Jing Yirong didn't want to continue to get entangled with Ye Xieming anymore.
Ye Xieming's body did not move. "I know you are going to kill Bu Chenche. You are going to use Bu Chenche's life to save Xiao Qier. Jing Yirong. She is also my daughter. I have the right to do anything for her. matter."
"Her surname is Duan. She is Duan Yuliu's daughter." Jing Yirong walked forward regardless of Ye Xieming.
Ye Xieming followed Jing Yirong. "You know more clearly in your heart who Xiao Qier is than me."
Jing Yirong glanced at Ye Xieming and stopped talking. She let her follow her. If she wanted to fight Ye Xieming again, it would only delay her from saving Xiaoqier. Their accounts will be settled later. .
Ye Xieming saw that Jing Yirong no longer objected. He stopped talking. In the past, he could always follow her as Nalan Qingyi and touch her and make her fall in love with him. Now he can also use Ye Xieming's identity. Stay by her side.
Life is so long. He doesn't believe it for a lifetime that he can't touch her.
When Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming arrived at the palace and met him in Bu Chenche's palace, Duan Yuliu was already standing beside Bu Chenche.
Bu Chenche looked at Jing Yirong. "You really want to kill me."
"I can only choose Xiaoqier between you and Xiaoqier." Jing Yirong replied calmly.
"Five years ago, I thought about the situation of a battle between us. At that time, I thought we would fight for this throne. But I knew that you suddenly disappeared five years ago and handed over the throne. I was glad that I didn't need to fight with you. Now that I think about it, this battle is inevitable. It’s just a matter of time.” Bu Chenche generously told Jing Yirong what he thought over the years.
Jing Yirong looked up at Bu Chenche. "I didn't expect this would be the case today."
"Jing Yirong, you and I have different positions. Today, whether I die or you live, it is just an end. There is no need to resent." Bu Chenche pulled out the sword in his hand. "But now I have Qiao Shuang'er. With an unborn child, you will live for Xiao Qier. I cannot die for them."
"I've said this and said it's unintentional. Let's take a move." Jing Yirong pulled out the Yumo Sword.
The two of them jumped up and stabbed each other at the same time. You made one move and I made one move. The sound of swords touching each other seemed harsh and loud in the huge palace.
Ye Xieming and Duan Yuliu stood opposite each other. No one moved. They knew in their hearts that they would attack each other. Even if they won, they would lose both sides.
Jing Yirong's martial arts progress exceeded Ye Xieming and Duan Yuliu's imagination, which also surprised Bu Chenche. After several moves, Bu Chenche counterattacked a little hasty. Jing Yirong took advantage of the moment when Bu Chenche retreated. .Another palm.
Bu Chenche fell to the ground. Duan Yuliu's body moved and stood in front of Bu Chenche, blocking the sword that Jing Yirong stabbed quickly.
Jing Yirong held the sword in her hand. Seeing Duan Yuliu flashing, she stabilized her body and stopped moving forward. "Get out of the way."
"Jing Yirong, do you remember that you said before that you will defeat me one day. I have been waiting for this day to come. I think it's time now." Duan Yuliu looked calm and calm.
Jing Yirong received the sword. "Duan Yuliu's you will not be my opponent now."
"I know." Duan Yuliu didn't care. "You clearly used eight points of the sword just now to stab it. But you could take it back freely. Just at a glance, I knew that your martial arts skills had surpassed me."
"I already know the result and I won't let go." Jing Yirong said: "Duan Yuliu, don't forget that Xiao Qier is also your daughter now."
"She is my daughter. If you want to use my life to save her now, I will not even blink. But Bu Chenche, you can't touch it. Shuang'er has suffered too much in her life. I can't let it go anymore. He lost his favorite person.”
Jing Yirong sneered. "What a coincidence. Although Xiao Qi'er only lived for five years, she suffered a lot. So I will not give up her life. Since Duan Yuliu is going to fight, I will accompany her."
Jing Yirong no longer gave Duan Yuliu a chance to speak. She picked up the Yumo sword and stabbed Duan Yuliu.
Duan Yuliu stretched out her right hand. The Biyu fan was already in her hand. The Yumo sword was struck on the Biyu fan. A strange light occurred.
Jing Yirong turned around and flew away. She stabbed Duan Yuliu on the other side. Duan Yuliu quickly avoided. The two of them flew around the palace. They chased each other. The moves were so chasing that they were invisible. .Benbu Chenche only saw two beams of light flashing in front of his eyes.
The two of them tangled for a while. When they separated, blood was oozing from their pure white clothes. The jade fan in their hands also fell on Jing Yirong's hand. In contrast, Jing Yirong was not only on her arms. A bloodless scar was cut. The whole person was intact.
Jing Yirong held Duan Yuliu's Jade Fan. "You lost."
"Yes." Duan Yuliu admitted generously. Then she said: "Although I lost, I am not dead."
"You mean that if I want to kill Bu Chenche, I have to step into your body first."
Duan Yuliu raised her eyebrows. "Smart."
"I don't want to wait until Xiao Qi'er comes back and can't see his father." Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming. "Since you've come, don't stand there like a piece of wood. Don't you want to help now. There is a chance to pester Duan Yuliu but don’t let him get hurt.”
Duan Yuliu frowned. "Jing Yirong. When did you start to accept Ye Xieming's help? How did you accept the fact that he was Nalan Qingyi? I don't know that you can forgive someone so easily."
"Duan Yuliu, don't use provocation. I won't be fooled." Jing Yirong explained to Ye Xieming again. 'Duan Yuliu is handed over to you.' Then, he held the Yumo sword and looked at Bu again.
Chen Che stabbed him away.
Bu Chenche was busy dealing with Jing Yirong intently. He just learned about Jing Yirong's martial arts. He knew that as long as he was lost, he would die at any time.
Duan Yuliu saw the situation and wanted to help. Ye Xieming's body moved slightly and was already standing in front of Duan Yuliu. "You are afraid you have forgotten the order Jing Yirong gave me just now."
"Five years ago, Ye Xieming actually disappeared completely." Duan Yuliu sneered. "Even if Ye Xieming kills all the people in the world now, she will not return to you. She would rather marry him.
I will not be your woman again.”
Ye Xieming's eyes were filled with jealousy. Duan Yuliu smiled. "Did I tell you? Even if I want to stop her from killing Bu Chenche and standing on different fronts with her, she doesn't want to hurt you.
I'm half a minute. Ye Xieming, you hate me, so you should kill me now."
Duan Yuliu saw the hatred that gathered more and more in Ye Xieming's eyes. Just a little more and a little more can anger Ye Xieming.
"Ye Xieming. You dare not kill me. You are afraid that she will hate you even more." Duan Yuliu smiled proudly. "You probably never thought that one day you would be afraid of hurting me."
Ye Xieming turned his head and looked at Jing Yiliang who was fighting with Bu Chenche. His pupils, which were surrounded by jealousy, were only infinite pain left. He looked at Duan Yuliu and smiled with a self-deprecating smile. "You said
Yes. I don't dare to kill you. I'm afraid she hates me."
Duan Yuliu was shocked. Ye Xieming actually showed such self-deprecating eyes. He would actually admit his failure. Duan Yuliu might have suspected Wanye Xieming's feelings about Jing Yifeng. But now he no longer doubts. He
I believe Ye Xieming really fell in love with Jing Yiliang. Loving her is better than life.
In Ye Xieming's world, he can die in battle but cannot admit defeat. Now he is defeated without fighting for Jing Yirong. Duan Yuliu showed a sympathetic expression. "Ye Xieming. If you are invincible in the world, you can only surrender when you meet love.
"
"I was defeated when she opened her eyes many years ago." Ye Xieming still remembered that after she woke up after being poisoned, her cold and indifferent gaze might have been attracted by that time.
But he was successfully using Nalan Qingyi's identity to conceal Ye Xieming's heartbeat.
The two were still talking. Bu Chenche had been injured by Jing Yirong to the ground.
Blood kept flowing out of Bu Chenche's chest. He supported the ground with a sword. "Jing Yiliang. I promised me something before I died."
"What's the matter?" Jing Yirong stood in front of Bu Chenche with the blood-stained Yumo sword.
"Don't let Qiao Shuang'er know that I'm dead. No matter what you use, don't let her know that I'm dead." Bu Chenche looked at Jing Yirong. "You can disappear silently for five years. You can let her go.
Believe me I've disappeared for the rest of my life."
Jing Yirong thought for a moment. "Okay. I promise you."
"Thank you." Bu Chenche smiled faintly. "It's actually good to know you in this life. At least you don't have to be alone and think that you are an exception."
"I'm the same." Jing Yirong held the sword and closed her eyes. "You are the first person to die under my sword. Only your blood deserves it."
Bu Chenche stopped talking. He closed his eyes and waited quietly. The moment the Yumo sword pierced into his heart was accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry of a person. Everyone turned around incredible ways. Qiao Shuang'er's painful expression
Nearby.
Jing Yirong pulled out her sword and saw Qiao Shuang'er rushing up and pushing herself away in disbelief.
"Shuang'er..." Bu Chenche stretched out his blood-stained hand and held Qiao Shuang'er's hand. "I'm sorry to let you see this scene."
"Don't say sorry. I don't want your sorry." Qiao Shuang'er panickedly stretched out her hand and pressed her wound that kept bleeding from Bu Chenche. "Chenche should not leave me. Please don't leave me."
Bu Chenche smiled. "I will not leave you. Even if I die, my soul will be with you."
"I don't want any soul. I just want you." Qiao Shuang hugged Bu Chenche with heartache. "I just want you. You don't know how much I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."
Bu Chenche stretched out his hand and gently brushed Qiao Shuang'er's cheek. "You love me."