"Hmph, get out of here, I'm very angry now. I don't want to see you again before I figured out what you did wrong!" Ye Xuan snorted angrily and turned around and left. Now his knot was untied, and she was still angry to death. She also said why he always said ambiguously about what happened a year ago, and it turned out that she was afraid that she would dislike him. She had been waiting for him for more than a year, and her son gave birth to him. He still suspected her so much. It was really unforgivable!

"Xuan'er, I know you're wrong, don't be angry!"

"..." Ignore it and keep going!

"Xuan'er, it's all the mistakes of your husband. If you get angry, your master and your mother-in-law will worry about you!"

"..." Humph, Dad and Mother were worried, so he didn't worry anymore? What a big bad guy!

"At worst, when you go back tonight, you will be allowed to deal with it for your husband?" Feng Qingmo was helpless. It was really a troublesome to coax women!

Ye Xuan paused and walked faster! She was so sad, she was still allowed to deal with it. Anyway, she was the one who was eaten up in the end. Is there any difference?

Just like this, one by one, the pursuit of the peerless demon immortal and the nine heaven fairy will end! A certain woman only knows that this time, she must use this matter to establish her family power, and her husband must take good care of it, so when she forgives him, it depends on her mood~

...

After the man left, the dim hut returned to death.

Ye Canxiao fell beside the bed. He tried to struggle for a few times, but he had no strength to get up at all. Finally, he gave up and let himself lie on the cold ground.

Thinking of Yan'er's crazy and angry look just now, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he felt very satisfied.

After being with Yan'er for so many years, how could he not understand his personality? The more angry he is, the more he cares about what he did to him at that time. Even if Yan'er doesn't like him, it is enough for him to remember him forever!

If time could be repeated, if he could choose again, he would still do so and he would not regret it.

However, if that is true, he will definitely make him commit suicide and will not result in such a cruel result.

He knew that Yan'er must have hated him to the core. When he wanted to do that kind of thing to him, he was ready to hate him for the rest of his life, but he never expected that he would rather die than let himself touch him. He was in pain, so why didn't he?

After Yan'er died, he was grieving, his head turned white all night, his eyes were red, his blood and tears fell, his cruel killing, and his country was destroyed. He must find something for himself, otherwise he would always think of Yan'er, but even so, he could not clear the pain and sins in his heart. He even thought that if Yan'er could survive, he would be willing to sacrifice all his lifespan to him.

He himself is a person who never believes in fate. He always thought that fate was in his own hands, but for Yan'er, he actually believed in things that he never despised to believe.

Life is passing by at a speed that he can even perceive. At this moment, he deeply believed in fate. In this world, there are indeed gods and Buddhas, otherwise they would not have heard his prayers, and they really let Yan'er survive. Even if he dies, there will be no regrets. God treats him well and can even let him see Yan'er again before he dies. He really feels that he is already very happy.

Yan'er, I wish you happiness. I have done so many mistakes in this life, which hurts you so deeply, and I have no right to say that I love you again. If there is a next life, I want to meet you again, just hope that fate will not tease us again. I am a man, you are a woman, let me love you well and protect you!

Ye Canxiao felt that his consciousness had slowly escaped from his control, and his eyes were blurred. There was never a moment like now that made him feel so close to the God of Death. He was a great evil man, and he almost killed Yan'er. Even if he went to hell, he would definitely be sent to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reborn!

He is not afraid of the eighteenth level hell. He is just worried that he will be imprisoned for too long. So, when will he be able to reunite with his Yan'er?

With the last bit of strength, he trembled and took out the red cloth from the clothes on his chest. It was taken from the dead Yan'er at that time. It seemed to be the only thing he could see and think of others! Even if he died, he must take the cloth away. There was also the smell of Yan'er on it. What if he drank Mengpo soup and forgot the past after he died?

Ye Canxiao was arbitrary for life, but when he died, he was afraid of many things, but all of these things were unrelated to Feng Qingmo.

The old and hunched old man lay on the cold floor. At some point, he lost his breath and his body gradually became cold. However, his appearance seemed to be not dead at all, just asleep. A smile gently pulled up the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a good dream. However, a piece of red silk cloth was quietly lying on his chest, and his cold and stiff hands were pressed tightly on the silk cloth.

...

"Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince has gone!"

When my subordinates reported the news, Ye Chumo was standing in front of the window of the imperial study room, looking at the fallen leaves of the ancient tree outside the window, and the cold rain began to slap.

He slowly oozed out a hand and caught the raindrop. The rain fell on his fingertips. At that moment, it seemed that the cold had entered his heart, "It's late autumn, and winter is coming soon!"

He clearly had heard what his subordinates said, but gave such an answer.

After a while, he withdrew his hand lightly, looking indescribable and lonely. Now, he is really the only one left in the Fengqi Dynasty!

In fact, he always knew that Chu Ling was open-minded by nature, not because she liked to be bound by the government. Since he ascended the throne, he asked for instructions to travel around the people and travel around the world. Do one or two of them want to leave him? But he is his brother, with heavy courage on his body, and all his interests and ** can only be suppressed by this burden. This is the biggest punishment for him...

Forget it, Ye Chumo sighed.

When the seventh brother died, he couldn't bear to look at him for the last time. Perhaps he could imagine that he should have left peacefully. No matter what, he saw that person before he died, but he fulfilled his wish. All he could do was that much!

"My righteous brother, Anonymous, is traced back to being the wise king of Ming, and is buried with a grand ceremony according to the prince's ritual!"

After all, the man was notorious when he was alive. Even if he was given a title, he would never mention his real name, otherwise the world would be in chaos and the people would be furious. It was already the limit that Ye Chumo could do this!

"Yes!" My subordinate responded and went down to do things!

Ye Chumo looked out the window and continued to daze. There is really a cause and effect in this world!
Chapter completed!