Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 947 Is It Really Unchangeable

Yu Jingkong frowned, Shui Qingzhi, Feng Qifeng Luo and other guards were dumbfounded.

I saw beautiful and bright wisteria flowers blooming on the branches covered with green leaves, and the long wisterias hung down to the ground, layered upon layer, which was too beautiful to behold.

More importantly, on the central branch of the towering wisteria tree, there emerged a purple palace with ethereal purple gauze and lingering fairy spirit: Wisteria Palace.

Yu Jingkong looked at the familiar handwriting on the door plaque in shock, isn't that the palace engraved deep in the soul?The place where he and Ying'er met for the last time in his previous life.

How could it be hidden in the wisteria jelly?
Yu Jingkong walked up the purple stairs step by step with difficult steps.

The little woman's crisp laughter immediately sounded in her ears: "Jingkong, this wisteria fairy tree is so beautiful, it will be even more perfect if it is made into a tree house!"

"Ying'er, then I will build it into a sleeping hall, okay?"

"Okay!"

Entering the Wisteria Palace, what caught the eye was the layers of purple veils hanging from the beams, and the veils fluttered gently with his appearance.

Then the scene of Yu Jingkong chasing and playing with the little girl in the purple veil appeared in front of his eyes.

But that happy scene didn't last long, and Yu Jingkong heard the heartbroken sobbing of a little woman from the white jade bed at the end of the purple veil: "How could he be the Emperor Yu of the Yuyi Dynasty? Have you refused to marry? How could you come to the lower realm to find me?"

A transparent shadow sighed and said, "Who knows? Maybe he doesn't know your true identity at all. Once he knows that you are the saint of Demon Yudu, he will definitely not love you again."

"Woooo." The little woman's crying was even more heart-piercing.

Yu Jingkong felt pain in his chest, although he couldn't see the transparent shadow, but he could tell the person's true identity from the other person's voice: Aunt Su.

Aunt Su went on to say: "Back then he disliked you for being the Holy Maiden of the Demon Realm Youdu, so he resolutely gave up marrying the Meizu! If not, you wouldn't have destroyed your marriage stones privately! What if you meet again now? There is no marriage stone authentication Marriage is a violation of the laws of heaven and earth, and you will never be together forever! Even if you love each other, you will kill each other sooner or later!"

"Aunt Su, can he and I really be unable to change?" the little woman asked sadly.

"How to change it? You have engraved your name on Nian Xinhun's marriage stone. No matter how much you dislike Nian Xinhun in the future, you will not marry Nian Xinhun in the end! Besides, Nian Xinhun is the young master of the Dragon God Clan and also comes from the upper realm. No matter in terms of appearance or cultivation, he is no worse than Emperor Yu, and he doesn't dislike the lowly status of Meizu, he has teamed up with Youdu and won many battles, you can't abandon us for someone who despises you, can you?"

"Nian Xinhun, I am really grateful to him, but I have never loved him!" Although the little woman was crying, her tone was very firm: "It is impossible to love him forever!"

"Then you just wait to be crushed to death! Anyway, your life is not as hard as Emperor Yu's. If you die sooner or later, you will die. If you still want to fight to the death with the emperor Yudi, you may be wiped out immediately!" Su Auntie said angrily, then disappeared.

Yu Jingkong hurried to the end of the purple veil, where is the shadow of the little woman?

The surrounding things began to collapse, and Yu Jingkong tried to keep it, but he couldn't keep it, and the whole wisteria palace disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

And the previously broken roof returned to normal, as if what happened just now had never happened.

Yu Jingkong's face was pale, he turned around nervously, and saw that the wisteria jelly had transformed into a palm-sized Gong Xuanzi, lying flat on his back on the desk, motionless.

(End of this chapter)