Concubine Defying the Heavens: Your Majesty, please undress

Chapter 1112

The woman's features were picturesque and her temperament was dusty. Although she had lost her vitality, Yong Yule could still feel the cold and arrogant aura in her that was above all living beings.

Suddenly, an image appeared in Yong Yule's heart.In the purple mist that filled the sky, the woman in white stood above the top of the purple mist, looking down upon all living beings.

However, the woman's expression was cold and arrogant, with a hint of loneliness.

Is it too cold at the heights?Or, can't get what you love, can't get what you want?Or, suffered the pain of eclipse?
Yong Yule stretched out his hand involuntarily, covering his chest.

It hurts!

That kind of heart-wrenching pain swept over again.It made her forehead ooze cold sweat, making her pale.

"I'm back. I'm finally back. After a thousand years of waiting, I'm finally...back..."

An ethereal voice resounded in Yong Yule's consciousness.

This ethereal voice had resounded in Yong Yule's consciousness several times.That voice said to her in a loud voice: "Go back, come, the field will not return... Come back, the field will not return..."

That misty voice urged Yong Yule to go back quickly, go back quickly.

Is that voice telling her that Fengyun Sect is desolate, telling her to go back quickly and revive Fengyun Sect?

Maybe she is really the suzerain of Fengyun Sect.

The pain was unbearable, purple mist filled the eyes, and illusory light and floating shadows intertwined.Thousands of things in the past, like floods and beasts, swooped towards Yongyule.

Yong Yule stood where the ancient coffin was parked back then, his body couldn't bear the weight, and fell to the ground.

Just when Yong Yule had already fallen to the place where the ancient coffin was parked back then, white clothes fluttered and a pair of arms supported her.

However, Yong Yule was overwhelmed and lost consciousness after all.

The spiritual consciousness was overwhelmed and turned into a blank.

Bai Heming supported Yong Yule's body with both arms, looking at Yong Yule who had lost consciousness and frowning tightly, his eyes that saw everything in the world were full of depth.

"Xiao Le. Don't rush. Don't rush. With the power of thousands of years, the past and the past will eventually be brought to an end by yourself. Xiao Le, don't rush..."

The murmurs of comfort, the low whispers, one by one, are the voice of Bai He's heart that has been singing for thousands of years.

The wooden door that exudes an ancient atmosphere is still open.

A hazy moonlight came in faintly, covering Bai Heming and Yong Yule's bodies.

Both of them were dressed in white clothes better than snow, and under the faint moonlight, they looked like immortals of the nine heavens.

Bai Heming lowered his eyes to look at the deeply asleep Yong Yule, just like looking at the person she put into the ancient coffin with her own hands.

How heartbroken!

Back then he picked her up with his own hands and put her into the ancient coffin.The expression on his face was still so detached and indifferent.But who would know what kind of slashing and heart-wrenching pain he had experienced in his heart.

"Xiao Le. Don't worry. The past, the blood and deep hatred, you will definitely avenge yourself."

He was detached.However, there is a cinnabar mole in my heart.

That cinnabar mole was Yong Yule's blood feud.If he couldn't see Yong Yule erase it with his own hands, he would never be able to achieve true detachment in his heart throughout his life.

The moonlight gradually became brighter, covering Bai Heming and Yong Yule like a halo.

"Xiao Le... Xiao Le..."

Whispering softly, in a trance, as if Linjiang fairy returned.

(End of this chapter)