My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"This place is not safe. Your Majesty, please go back quickly." The sword in his right hand was a little heavy. Yan Conling lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the fox demon on the ground.

The old emperor stood firm, flicked his sleeves and was about to leave. The warlocks came to their senses and hurriedly came forward and suggested, "Your Majesty, this is a thousand-year-old fox demon. Its flesh and fur are precious. It is better to take it back to refine medicine and prolong life."

There was unconcealable greed in the eyes of several people.

It was not just the old emperor who wanted to live longer.

"Your Majesty," the girl in a green skirt and black hair said, with a hint of coldness in her voice, "One is true and the other is false, you can only choose one."

The old emperor's original joy suddenly froze.

Compared with longevity and immortality, naturally you cannot throw watermelon for sesame seeds.

"Go back to the palace."

He got on the sedan chair, but the warlocks were still unwilling to accept it and hurriedly approached him, "Your Majesty! Yan Conngling has evil intentions, don't be deceived by her!"

"Several adults."

The girl's ears are so sensitive, "If I hadn't arrived in time today, the Holy One would have been harmed. You can even ignore the Holy One's safety, adults, do you really care about the Holy One?"

After some questioning, the old emperor succeeded in making his face darken.

He knew that this fox demon was powerful.

After the imperial concubine, Ning Ji left a psychological shadow and asked her descendants to learn more lessons. I don’t want to be able to slay demons, but at least I can tell them apart.

If you haven't witnessed it with your own eyes today, you haven't been frightened when you walked through the gate of hell. Then he still trusts these warlocks.

But how can this trust be higher than one's own safety?

Once suspicions and suspicions arise, they are like cracks on a seemingly hard boulder. With just one blow, they can spread like a spider web to more and more people...

Until it climbed all over the body and suddenly collapsed.

Recalling the thrill just now, the old emperor's back was still covered with a layer of white sweat. Thinking about these people again, they didn't immediately come forward to protect themselves when something happened. After the incident, they only saw the fox demon on the ground.

His tone couldn't help but become colder, "None of you are allowed to touch this fox demon. When I leave this place, Yan Conling, burn it completely with fire, and don't leave any ashes behind!"

"Yes."

No matter how unwilling they were, the group could only be forced to leave.

The wind and rain never stopped, and the fire stained half the sky red like blood.

Yan Conling held the transformed little fox in her arms without an umbrella, and her short boots were soaked in blood.

All the pills were dug out and fed to them as if they were free of charge. But it still couldn't stop his body from getting stiff and cold...

The two of them were soaked by the rain. Where their hearts were touching, Yan Congling could clearly feel how the other party changed from weak to dead.

The little fox still died in her arms.

The thick night in the Imperial Capital was piled behind her, just like the day when the Demon Town Demon Tower was repaired. The fox demon who was best to be coaxed huddled coldly in her arms.

...

Twilight.

The summer heat was somewhat tempered by the rain this night.

"Your Majesty, wake up!"

In Qifeng Palace, two maids in pink shirts carefully opened the soft bed curtains, revealing the pale and soft face of Queen Wu.

She looked like she was seriously ill, her complexion was very haggard, and her temples were soaked in cold sweat.

The old lady who was waiting close by presented a bowl of black and brown soup, "Madam, the medicine is ready."

Even when the beauty is ill, her eyebrows are lightly furrowed, like a girl holding her heart. The little palace maid on the right only glanced at it and then lowered her head.

But Queen Wu still noticed her and asked with a smile, "New here? How old are you?"

The little palace maid stuttered and replied, "To tell you the truth, I am fourteen this year." "Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February."

The woman stretched out her hand to lift her face, her voice was still soft, but it hurt a little when her long nails scraped her delicate cheeks, "You are so young..."

A thin chill ran up her spine, like a weak animal fearing some dangerous natural enemy. The little palace maid's body trembled involuntarily, and soon she heard a woman's voice again.

"Good boy, don't be nervous. Look up. Do you think I am beautiful?"

Unable to resist, unable to refuse...

Teeth chattering, the little palace maid raised her head like a puppet.

She didn't even have the intention to take a serious look at the beauty in front of her. She quickly said, "The Queen is naturally beautiful and magnificent."

"She is sweet and lovable." Empress Wu smiled kindly, flipping the medicine bowl twice, and a faint fishy sweetness spread with the heat.

"Then you'll be next."

Her tone was as calm as usual, and the little palace maid still didn't understand what she meant. Behind her, the old nanny's hands, as skinny as the bark of an old tree, suddenly pressed over and tightly covered her mouth and nose.

"It is your blessing to be able to nourish your mother's flesh and blood."

"Uh-uh-uh..."

The little palace maid's eyes widened and she struggled desperately, but it was to no avail. Her hands were like iron hoops, snatching away life bit by bit.

Empress Wu was leaning there, crushing the blood-red bead string in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on her. The pupils were full of excitement, surging with a strange scarlet color in the middle.

The air in his lungs became thinner and thinner, and a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Mother, the Holy One seems to be coming to you."

"what?"

Queen Wu straightened up, and the old mama let go of her hand and quickly stepped forward to support her master. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the little palace maid lowered her head and ran away in one go.

Neither the master nor the servant paid much attention to such an ant.

"Empress, you have just used your magical power, and your body is not fully recovered yet."

"Why did the emperor come to this palace?" The more Empress Wu thought about it, the more she realized something was wrong. "At this time, shouldn't he be busy draining the blood of the seven kings and throwing them into the alchemy furnace?"

Ningfeng centrifuge is deep.

In order to expose her daughter's identity, she saw with her own eyes the scene of the Ning family's father and daughter killing each other. It was a dream she had put a lot of effort into creating, and she had to sleep for three whole days because of it...

The old lady comforted her, "My dear, dear, please don't be impatient."

"Yes, don't be impatient." Taking a deep breath, Empress Wu leaned back on the soft pillow again, and the blood beads in her hand quickly made a crackling sound.

"I was too impatient the past two times..."

Her eyes were a little distant, and she thought of Ning Ji, who looked like a young man and had a determined look on his face, entering the palace with his sword in hand.

The scene changed, and the girl holding the white fox in her previous life was standing beside her bed, stabbing her heart with a sword.

The blood vessels on her forehead were pulsing, and Empress Wu suppressed the hatred and fierceness in her eyes.

Yan Conngling is a natural spirit.

Her growth rate is far more terrifying than imagined.

Just like Ning Yi back then, he seemed to be born to defeat her.

The world only knew that Ning Yi led people to kill her, but no one knew that she still had a backup plan. By chance, the daughter of the Wu family was born.

But in her previous life, she looked down upon such a junior and didn't know how to keep a low profile, so she continued to be the arrogant and favored demon queen.

As a result, he died at the hands of Yan Conngling.

(End of this chapter)