Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

When Ye Hua was a mortal prince, he had a great aura, and if he sat down wherever he wanted, it was as if there was a big sign in front of him saying "Strange people should not come near"

Now he is more like a great god【This is in the eyes of Zimo's courtiers, he is a great god in the first place! ], where he was sitting upright, it was impossible to ignore him, but he tried his best to ignore him.

Han Mengxiao ignored him, he just sat quietly, with delicious food on the table, he just slowly drank the fragrant tea in the glass cup, his deep eyes looked like the boundless sky.How exciting and lively in front of Ren, he never batted his face.

In the middle of the banquet, Zi Yiran suddenly coughed violently, blood gushing out of his face, Han Mengxiao hurried forward.

"Yiran, what's wrong with you?"

Zicao frowned into the word "Chuan", and patted Zi Yiran's back with heartache, her eyes darkened, and said: "The emperor caught wind and cold a few days ago, I think it's cooler tonight..."

The courtiers stood up one after another and asked Zi Yiran to go back and rest.A party hastily ended.

Zicao helped Zi Yiran back to the harem bedroom, just after entering the door, Zi Yiran vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out.

"Zicao, what's going on here? I know that what you said just now was to stabilize people's hearts, and Yiran him..."

At this moment, Han Mengxiao looked at Zi Yiran who was unconscious on the bed, her face was full of worry.

"Change your fate against the sky, seek death yourself!" Ye Hua leaned against the palace door, holding a purple lotus in his hand, the long stem of which looked like jasper that was not as fine as dust, his icy tone was even worse than the coldness of nine days Frost.

Turning around suddenly, Han Mengxiao's eyes were like sharp knives, shooting directly at Ye Hua's face: "What did you say? You did it, right? Is it you? Isn't it!"

Ye Hua raised his head and looked at Han Mengxiao's expression of abhorrence towards him. He felt chills, icy his body, and felt very uncomfortable: "I am such a person in your heart?"

With a sneer, without giving Han Mengxiao a chance to answer, Ye Hua said again: "I don't even bother to influence the life and death of a mortal!"

Zicao vaguely thought of something, strode forward, but knelt down on the ground with a "plop": "God, please save him, you are an ancient god, you must have a way to save him, please! "

Ye Hua opened his mouth, but looked at Han Mengxiao: "Everyone's life is determined by life, wealth, and honor. He doesn't have the life of an emperor, but he has become a supreme lord. He is even more eager to cultivate immortals. He got that bit of spiritual energy, so he tried to go against the sky. Now he is coughing up blood. , is self-inflicted pain, why should I save him?"

Changing fate against the sky?

Han Mengxiao understood Ye Hua's temperament, if he said he didn't do it, it must not be him, and he said such a thing, she was too excited just now.

Zi Yiran is not the fate of the emperor in the world, this Han Mengxiao knew from the beginning, what does it mean to change one's fate against the sky?Has Zi Yiran never given up cultivating immortals?Whose fate is he trying to change by disobeying God's will?

"Of course it's yours!" Seemingly knowing what Han Mengxiao was thinking, Ye Hua said with a dark face, "I know today that there is such a man in this world who is willing to die for you. "

Ye Hua's words were full of anger, bitterness, and a little bit of admiration.

He only met Zi Yiran twice, but he could see that Zi Yiran had a heart as pure as crystal.