Chapter 1745: Yao Shun

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As soon as Ye Chen woke up, it was early morning, and the dimly lit place was actually a faint ray of light leaning on his face.
When I stepped out of the door, I saw a warm scene.
In front of the stove, Chu Ling stood upright, wearing a scarf and cutting vegetables, just like a virtuous wife, making breakfast for her husband.
The wind was soft and quiet, graceful, holding her hair.
That picture was pleasing to the eye, Ye Chen was a little intoxicated.
He couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten her cooking.
Too far and too far, the past events are obscured in the years, and the poor tenderness in memory is vicissitudes.
Almost, Ye Chen took a deep breath, and Chu Linger unsealed, and it was time to return to the heavens, and he was full of longing for the future.
"You are awake." Chu Linger glanced sideways and smiled sweetly.
"You are so beautiful at this moment." Ye Chen smiled.
"Go wash your hands and eat." Chu Ling whispered a smile.
The breakfast was very warm. Ye Chen was like a starving ghost who gave birth, simmered rice, gorged, and swept the food on the table.
Chu Ling smiled slightly, and was a bit far-fetched. In his eyes, there was a hint of water mist lingering. I wish I could make breakfast for him every day.
At this instant, she almost said that the child in her belly was Ye Chen's, but she held back and wanted to cry.
"You don't want to eat." Ye Chen looked up and asked suddenly.
"Eat." Chu Ling lowered her eyes, squinting at the bitter fish.
Soon, a gust of wind blew and a young man with purple hair appeared.
He wore a mask, but he couldn't see his content, only his eyes were as deep as the stars, the sky was vast, and the land was vast.
Ye Chen bowed his head, sweeping up and down, could not break his blood, nor could he see his cultivation, only he was mysterious and terrible.
"I'm disturbed." Zifa youth began, his words were flat, and Gujing's eyes were not wavery.
"Who ...?" Ye Chen asked, putting down the chopsticks.
"My name: Yao Shun." Zifa youth faintly said.
"Yao Shun?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows. He thought about it for a second or two, and was absolutely sure that he had never heard the name.
The underworld is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, another terrible existence.
"I don't know why friends came here," Ye Chen said.
"Come to pick up my wife." Yao Shun said, looking at Chu Ling.
"Wife?" Ye Chen frowned and looked at Chu Linger. Obviously, the wife in Yao Shun's mouth was her.
When he looked at him, Chu Ling got up, but he didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, biting his teeth, "Ye Chen, I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Ye Chen's eyes did not squint.
"I'm pregnant with his child." Chu Ling lowered his eyes.
"Then I will kill him." Ye Chen smiled warmly.
"Sorry, in this life, I love him even more." Chu Ling whispered, took Yao Shun's arm, turned and walked out of the garden.
"Language of ghost talk." Ye Chen stepped forward, like a ghost charm, blocking the way for the two, rolling out murderously.
"I don't love you, believe it or not." Chu Ling said.
"Did he threaten you?" Ye Chen ignored Yao Shun, only looked at Chu Ling, stared at him, his eyes sharp like a sword.
"There are seniors in the imperial wasteland, and no one in the underworld dares to threaten us."
"That being the case, let him disappear." Ye Chen's eyes were all blood red, his momentum instantly peaked, the murderous frenzy and disappeared, his bones were cold and cold, and the world was frozen.
"Qian Chen's love is over, so gather together, why not?" Chu Ling's tone was indifferent, and he stepped in front of Yao Shun.
As the words fell, she showed a fairy sword in her hand, and moved with a whimper, raising it slightly, and the sword pointed directly at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen trembled, his eyes filled with tears at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, blurring his vision.
This is the first time in the past three hundred years of this life. She pointed her sword at him.
Her eyes were ruthless and indifferent, just like the sword in her hand, shining with cold light, it was murderous and extremely cold.
"Chu Ling, are you going to kill me?" Ye Chen's words were hoarse and humorous, followed by her sword, vanished.
"I am Yao Shun's wife, and he is the father of my child. If you kill him, I will kill you." Chu Ling's words were cold.
"I don't believe it." With tears in Ye Chen's eyes, she came slowly, bumping into her sword and piercing his chest.
One inch, two inches, three inches, his pace has not decreased.
Every step forward, Xianjian stabbed a point until the point of the sword, stabbed from behind him, filled with Cancan golden blood.
"Since you and I are separated by a sword, I will come closer."
It wasn't until the tail of the sword that he settled down, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, he looked at Chu Ling, his eyes filled with tears, and his blood was flowing.
"You can't stop my heart if you stop me." Chu Ling said indifferently, looking at Ye Chen's eyes relentlessly.
"Even without heart, you are also Ye Chen." Ye Chen raised his blood-stained hand and slowly touched Chu Ling's cheek.
"What's the use of a tadpole?" Chu Ling chuckled and yanked out the fairy sword, without hesitation.
The blood was thin and shocking, Ye Chen kicked back, slumped, half-knelt on the ground, and vomited blood.
How mighty the power of the Zhundi Sword is.
Chu Ling didn't say a word, holding Yao Shun, stepped out of the small garden.
From start to finish, she didn't look back at Ye Chen.
Behind him, Ye Chenru's stone-carved statue, Ren Feng raged, motionless, only blood and tears dripped, splashing the holy body.
Messy black hair covered his half of his face, and the leaves fluttered away, turning into white, stained with vicissitudes.
The pain was crueler than Ling Chi, and his mind was chaotic. It was on the verge of collapse, and it was not enough to devour him.
Outside the park, someone came, but Zhao Yun, seeing this picture, hurried forward, raised his palm, and pressed it on Ye Chen's shoulder.
What happened, Zhao Yun frowned, I wonder what happened.
Ye Chen smiled, some crazy, like a lunatic.
Outside the ghost town, Chu Ling's face was pale, and Jiao's body couldn't help trembling, her eyes were no longer indifferent, and her eyes filled with crystal tears.
This is what Emperor Huang asked her to help: Let Ye Chen witness firsthand and push him into the bottomless abyss, the deeper the injury, the better.
Yes, this is a drama, a big drama, which is being shown to Ye Chen, helping him in the collapse, Nirvana transformation again.
Cruel, indeed cruel, pain is heartbreaking.
As Chu Ling said, he has suffered a lot of wounds after suffering, and this blow is undoubtedly devastating.
No one knows whether he can carry it, whether it is collapse or nirvana. This is a horrible situation, and it is more terrible than the extreme Emperor soldiers.
Her heart was more painful than Ye Chen. He was clearly his child, but she couldn't say it. Instead of saying it, she had to use it as a sharp blade and thrust it into his chest.
In the womb, their children were crying, they felt the pain of their father and mother, and the fear from the unknown.
Chu Ling covered Yukou and tried not to cry.
She didn't have to turn around to see, she knew that Ye Chen's hair was white, her chest was covered, and she snarled in pain, as if a ghost was mourning.
"Senior, you wipe his memory! Let him forget, and let him not suffer again." Chu Ling begged.
In this case, he said to Yao Shun that the so-called Yao Shun is a method of emperor waste, covering his true face with a mask.
"He needs to experience it for himself. This is his suffering. If he can't get out of this situation, he can't step through the six reincarnations." Di Huang shook his head and sighed. As a senior, he couldn't bear it.
"How to figure it out." Chu Ling stared at Di Huang.
"Until his eyes ... no more Chuling, until his heart ... really let go, so he won't count on merit."