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The jade coffin was slowly transported into the Hall of Devouring, and the Great Elder knelt in front of Ming Hong, deeply blaming himself, "Ming Emperor, Ming Qi's death is really inseparable from me, please punish me."

Ming Hong stood in front of the inscribed coffin and looked at the inscribed stone corpse, as if he had pierced through the jade coffin, and said calmly, "I will save the old man when he recovers from his 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 The funeral will be withdrawn."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 Ming Hong's existence, and the crying was only outside the hall, bit by bit seeping into the sky above the entire Devouring Clan.

Ying Rou woke up, her chest was still in severe pain, the moment she opened her eyes, tears started to roll, and red blood flowed from her palm, the heart-wrenching pain made her despair, because this was not a dream, it was reality.

"I..." I was about to say something, but was overwhelmed by hysterical cries. It was a kind of severe pain, so painful that I could suffocate and lost consciousness in my hands and feet.

It was also at night that the crying gradually subsided, and Ying Rou slowly sat up from the bed amidst her sobbing. The room was very elegant but empty, and there were no dark shadows under the lights, but Ying Rou was inexplicable in her heart of fear.

"Brother Mingqi is gone, gone." Holding the brocade quilt tightly, her body began to tremble, and her beautiful eyes were completely blurred by tears, reflecting the despair that was extremely painful.

The faint, far-reaching, and mournful cries spread to every inch of the Clan's land in the night.

I still remember the ten-year-old boy when we met for the first time. Since then, he has been pampering himself in every possible way. Whenever he hugs himself, he will use that incomparably warm embrace.

No matter what he did wrong, he would always be tolerant, and doting on himself as always, looking for Emperor Kuang, and the trip to the magic tower, were all beautiful and full of doting proofs.

To this day, nothing is there anymore. She feels that she has lost a lot, so much that it is unimaginable, just like losing the leaves of the trunk, scattered on the ground, only a little bit withered and yellow.A place with him is meaningful, a world where he dotes on oneself is warm, and without it, everything seems to become numb and out of tune with oneself.

In the Hall of Devouring, Cixue had already woken up, stood in front of the jade coffin and gently opened the coffin lid. Every time she saw this terrifying face, her heart would tremble and she would feel severe pain, especially this time, the pain almost shattered her soul. Torn apart, this is what she caused, Ming Qi's death.

"Ming Qi, I know you have forgiven me, even if I kill you with my own hands, you won't hate me, right? That's how you have always loved me, and I will definitely save you, no matter what. "The tears in her eyes receded, and the steadfast light reflected from her beautiful eyes, which was the steadfastness that had reached the point of persistence.

"Who?" Cixue's eyes turned and fell outside the hall, Ying Rou stood there, looking at Cixue with indifferent eyes.After decades of separation, the ten-year-old boy is already slim and graceful, like a lotus flower emerging from water.Cixue failed to recognize Ying Rou, but Ying Rou recognized her easily. Compared to back then, Cixue was still perfect, less childish and green, so it was not difficult to distinguish. On the contrary, when Ying Rou and Cixue separated, they were in At the age of ten, the change was so great that Cixue didn't recognize it.

"Sister Cixue, this is the last time I call you, remember that my brother's body does not need you to take care of me." Ying Rou looked at Cixue coldly, with strong hostility.

When we meet, it may not be the joy of reunion, because the price of reunion is memory.

She hates Cixue very much. Although the hatred is contradictory, the fact that Mingqi died because of her is undeniable. He is closest to Ming Qi.

Slowly approaching Mingqi's jade coffin, she said coldly, "Please bring your hand." Cixue didn't say much, and slowly withdrew from Mingqi's imperial robe, without showing any emotion on her face, She said, "Are you Rou'er?"

"My name is Ying Rou, please don't call me Brother Ming, you are unworthy." Ying Rou's repulsive look was extremely cold, and she would be exposed by a warm and innocent woman like this The look on his face revealed how deep hatred the other party must have been wrapped up in.

She still said calmly, "No matter how much you hate me, it doesn't matter, you have always been Rou'er, my relative, take good care of his body."

After speaking, he turned and walked out, gradually disappeared into the dark depths before dawn, and was never seen again.

The jade coffin has been carefully carved with a series of special formations to keep the corpse inscribed in the coffin stable and not collide with the coffin. Gently open a corner of the coffin lid and the light of Qingxuan leaked out, devouring the body. Dian was immediately repelled by the light of Qingxuan.This bright blue light did not close his eyes, and he could directly see the stone corpse inscribed in it, which was an old and terrifying stone corpse with countless scars.

Ying Rou slowly floated into the coffin, and after closing the coffin lid, everything around her was completely enveloped by the light of Qingxuan, it was an extremely bright world, only she and Ming Qi.

Looking sideways at the grim face of the stone corpse, traces of a smile could still be seen, she burst into laughter, held Mingqi lightly with her soft, boneless hand, and slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The news of Mingqi's death did not spread, and the news of his possible resurrection was not known to many people. The entire Cheong clan was turbulent in doubt. Fortunately, as soon as the news of Minghong's survival spread, any turmoil followed the news. calm.Many people have even ignored Ming Qi's survival. Ming Hong's survival is a great blessing to the entire Chee Clan. With a 6-year-old Ming Emperor, no matter what kind of opponent he is, he will have confidence.

However, it also made some evil-minded families tremble, and immediately restrained their eagerness to move, and came to congratulate Minghong's return respectfully.

The entire Devouring Clan suffered little damage from this battle. Although they lost a current Ming Emperor, they found the eighteenth Ming Emperor.

In comparison, God's casualties were much more, but in their eyes, the damage caused by beheading the current Emperor Ming was still very cost-effective.

Fengdong's marriage was ruined and the young mistress was snatched away, not only Fengdong's face was swept away, but the whole God's cultivators suffered great humiliation.

But what is ridiculous is that there are still many people laughing behind their backs and discussing the outcome of this match, gossiping without any sense of humiliation.

"Son, you are already drunk, please don't drink." A stunning woman begged. She was dressed in palace attire, her breasts were slightly covered by pink gauze, and her white breasts were only restrained by obscene clothes, as if she might be stretched open at any time. Obscene clothes.

The wind turned a deaf ear to him, and he sat quietly on the jade steps, with unkempt hair, handsome and domineering in the past, all disappeared, and instead he looked a bit downcast.A bottle of fine wine was empty, and he lifted another bottle from his hand and began to drink heavily. The ground was already covered with fragments of the jade bottle.

The woman is the young emperor's concubine, and among the many concubines in the wind, she is the closest one. The woman was so anxious that her eyes were full of tears, she hesitated for a moment, she clenched her fists, stepped forward and snatched the jade bottle, and begged, "Young emperor, are you really happy?" I can't drink any more, this Qiong Yao will kill her!"

"Get out!" Feng Dong slapped the ground angrily, and his whole body jumped up. As a concubine, that woman must have the cultivation level to be able to match Feng Dong's body, otherwise, how could she satisfy him when she slept together at night?Therefore, this woman's cultivation base is also at the sky level. Facing the momentum of the wind, the woman chose to grit her teeth and bear it.

But Feng Dong got angry again and again, and his breath rose, like a thousand mountains hitting the woman's body, she screamed, and threw her body into the air, the spray almost stained the snow-white chest red, the wind was angry He snorted and said angrily, "You can't take my things, you can't take them away!"

Concubine Shaodi watched Fengdong approaching step by step with fear in her eyes, and she cried, "Young Emperor, that girl has already left, and has been taken away by Minghuang. If you give up on yourself again, what are you doing?"

Feng Dong turned a deaf ear to it, and raised his hand to grab the jade bottle, but the woman held her tightly, refusing to let go, Feng Dong was furious, and pulled back, but hearing the crackling sound, the whole jade bottle shattered between the woman and him. In his hand, the body of Tianzun's pinnacle was already comparable to a heavenly artifact, and these fragments could not cut his skin, but how could this woman's delicate skin withstand this sharp jade object, many porcelain fragments immediately entered the flesh, Blood immediately spilled from the palm of the hand, mixed with strong wine, the piercing pain instantly made the woman's complexion pale.

Feng Dong was stunned for a moment, the anger in his eyes receded, he sighed long and said, "Yun Ji, I'm sorry." He got down and picked Yun Ji up, put her on the bed, gently dragged her bloody hand, and said "It hurts."

Yunji shook her head, and sighed, "Young Emperor, I know that the woman left, and your heart hurts even more." Looking at the tenderness in her eyes, Fengdong's heart eased a little, and a ball of wind power spread from Yunji's palm , a fragment of the jade bottle flew out from the flesh and blood, Yunji gritted her teeth and silently watched Fengdong heal her wound, feeling indescribably moved and joyful in her heart.

She said softly, "Young Emperor, I know you are unwilling to be robbed of the young mistress by Emperor Ming, but didn't Emperor Ming also pay a high price? Although the woman has a heart for Emperor Ming, not all women in the world like him .”

With heartfelt words and sincere feelings, Feng Dong nodded, put down Yunji's hands, the wounds had all healed, and lay down beside Yunji, Yunji's face was slightly red, and her breath began to have a trace of chaos , Fengdong gently kissed the lips of the woman who closed her eyelids in shyness.

In the imperial palace, which woman is not charming in every possible way in the palace, but only wants to be favored by the young emperor, the wind movement they want is very clear.Only this woman is different.

"Young Emperor, don't..." Feng Dong was about to take off her obscene pants, Yun Ji grabbed his hand to stop him from going on, Feng Dong gently pushed her hand away and said, "I remember you 18 years ago Into the palace, yes."

Yun nodded slightly with a sore heart, yes, it has been 18 years, during the 18 years, Fengdong came and went in a hurry, and he didn't even stay in her palace overnight.Feng Dong sighed, "I've been busy practicing for 18 years, but I haven't... I'm sorry."

Yunji shook her body, all her grievances dissipated, she wept with joy, her hands stopped obstructing her, she held the bed sheet tightly, and sobbed, "No, young emperor, you are an emperor, you will never have to say sorry to your concubine, as long as young emperor can remember me Just fine."

Feng Dong was a little moved, he didn't answer, he took off the obscene pants, revealing all of Yun Ji's beauty, and began to answer in his crazy way.Yunji grabbed the bed sheet and endured the pain of her lower body being torn apart, but in her heart, she was filled with indescribable joy.

Court dignitaries have no flesh and blood, but Yunji is different.

In the dead of night, Cixue stood alone on a bunch of needles outside the Clan of the Clan, standing upright, quietly watching the prosperous lights of the Clan, beautiful but out of reach, as if in a lifetime, the people there, They are all blaming her.

There was a feeling of loneliness and loneliness beside me, suddenly there was a warm embrace hugging me, looking back, it was Ming Qi's illusory figure hugging me gently, "I will definitely save you." Cixue said to this figure Said.

As soon as he was speechless, the figure flew into the sky, and Cixue watched quietly until the figure melted into the night sky and disappeared, and the brilliance on the stars fell, which also had a different kind of warmth.

"Mingqi, where are you?"

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(It’s procrastinating, it’s procrastinating. The next chapter must speed up the process a little. The prelude to the climax has been unveiled, and it’s slowly entering the final finishing project of hundreds of thousands of words.)