Zombie Evil Daoist

At this time, the Wuhuang was sitting on the throne.

Although he has tried his best to remain calm, he wants to convey that he is not chaotic, so you don't want to be chaotic.

However, his trembling hands betrayed him.

Obviously, his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

"Hehe, it seems that you also know that your death is approaching."

Just when the Wuhuang was anxious, Wang Yu walked out directly.

The people around the Wuhuang were momentarily sluggish on the spot, unable to move at all.

Seeing Wang Yu's appearance, Wu Huang was stunned for a moment.

Then, he seemed to have thought of something.

"It's you?"

Looking at Wang Yu, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Oh, you actually know me? I didn't seem to show up in front of you back then, did I?"

Seeing the Wuhuang's performance, Wang Yu naturally wouldn't be surprised that he recognized his identity as a demon god of the Eight Desolations.

"I saw your portrait in Qing'er's place."

The Wuhuang's tone was a bit stiff.

After that, the expression on his face became a little nervous.

"Then...that man, is it really you? Then, Linger, she..."

Speaking of the latter, the Wuhuang had no courage to continue talking.

"Hey, it seems that you also noticed something back then."

"Since you want to know, I don't mind letting you die in peace."

"Don't you want to know the truth? I will fulfill you, and let the client answer you."

Wang Yu said, and summoned a figure directly.

This figure is none other than Qing'er.

……

When seeing Qing'er, Wu Huang's face immediately showed an excited expression.

"Qing'er, it's really you, are you not dead?"

Seeing Qing'er, the Wuhuang subconsciously stood up.

He wanted to step forward a little and take a closer look at Qing'er.

He even wanted to grab Qing'er's hand, to make sure it was true.

However, Qing'er took a step back and stayed away from him.

Seeing Qing'er's performance like this, the Wu Emperor's eyes instantly burst into raging anger.

"Why? Why are you so alienated from me after getting married?"

"Do you really hate me so much that you never let me touch it?"

"What did I do wrong? If you really hated me, why did you marry me in the first place?"

After seeing Qing'er's reaction as always, Wu Huang lost control in an instant.

He had always wanted to ask this question.

However, more than ten years ago, he never had the courage to ask.

But now, even his life is at risk, what else does he dare not?

Seeing Wu Huang's collapsed appearance, Qing'er's eyes flashed a trace of unbearableness.

However, after taking a look at Wang Yu next to him.

In her heart, no matter how much she couldn't bear it, she didn't dare to show it.

"Your Majesty, you are right, it is me who is wrong."

Qing'er said lightly.

And just after Qing'er spoke, Wang Yu sneered beside him.

"Qing'er is right."

"You are indeed right."

"If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being the pick-up man."

"You know, it's not anyone's plate, you can take it."

As Wang Yu said that, he actually put his arms around Qing'er's waist.

That's right, in Wang Yu's view, the dignified Wuhuang is just a pick-up man.

In other words, he wasn't even a pick-up man at all.

To be more precise, he's just a sad cuckold.

After all, he and Qing'er had a marriage contract before.

And the green hat on his head was also worn on the wedding night.

It's just that he is even more tragic than the average Green Hood.

Because, from beginning to end, he never touched Qing'er.

It is conceivable how tragic it is for a dignified witch emperor to bring the green hat to such a level.

He can even compete for the title of the strongest Green Hood!

Chapter 722 Playing Queen on the Dragon Chair

Hearing Wang Yu's words, the Wuhuang laughed miserably.

"Looks like that night was real."

"I always thought it was just a dream."

Wu Huang said, his eyes were a little sad.

Obviously, he was thinking about seventeen years ago.

That night was his wedding day.

Just as he was about to enter the bridal chamber, he felt as if something had fallen from the top of his head.

Then, he didn't know anything.

All the while, he comforted himself with the excuse of how drunk he was that night.

Even if Qing'er had completely alienated him since that night, he only regarded Qing'er as pregnant and had a bad temper.

He just didn't want to admit that on his wedding night, he was actually occupied by a dove in a magpie's nest.

Under such self-hypnosis, after a long time, even he himself believed.

But now, Wang Yu's appearance completely shattered his self-hypnosis.

"Qing'er, you didn't do it voluntarily, did you?"

"You can tell me clearly, and I will forgive you."

"Why do you keep hiding from me?"

The Wuhuang, who already understood the truth of the year, looked at Qing'er in confusion.

If it is said that Qing'er and Wang Yu have feelings, he can understand it.

But obviously, Qing'er and Wang Yu didn't have the slightest affection at all.

But why would she still do it?

In this regard, Wang Yu smiled proudly.

"Back then, you could ask Qing'er to marry you on the grounds that the people were seeking welfare."

"Of course I can use this to intimidate her."

"Of course she doesn't want to see the blood of Nanzhao country."

At this point, Wang Yu has nothing to hide.

He went back to the time seventeen years ago, which was too short.

That time was simply not enough for him to do anything.

In order to get Qing'er to submit, he directly threatened the lives of the people of Nanzhao.

It has to be said that Qing'er is indeed the descendant of Nuwa who has fully grown up.

Its Virgin mentality has fully matured.

For the happiness of the people of Nanzhao, she was able to marry the Wuhuang who she did not love.

In the end, she also succumbed to Wang Yu's threat.

Such a person doesn't know whether to admire her or call her stupid.

……

"So it is, so it is..."

The Wuhuang, who completely understood what was going on, raised his head miserably and laughed.

He hates it.

One is to hate Wang Yu for taking away his youth.

The hatred of killing his father and the hatred of taking his wife are inseparable.

If possible, he would naturally wish to kill Wang Yu with his own hands.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.