You know, Ye Chen was also a personal participant in the events of the year.
And the consumption of Huihunxianmeng was so great that it would be difficult to use it a second time even with the power of the Witch Queen.
In this situation, naturally there is no need to return to the fairy dream.
Therefore, the Queen of Witch passed on her power to Zhao Ling'er in this special way.
"The Queen—"
When Zhao Ling'er fell from the midair, she was tearful.
Obviously she also understood what it meant when the Queen of Witch passed her power to her.
"Big Brother Yixi."
Then, the voice of the Witch Queen came from the stone statue.
"I'm here."
Seeing this situation, Ye Chen stepped forward.
"Thank you for taking care of Ling'er for me for so many years... Next thing, I hope Brother Yixi can help... Please..."
"I will."
Ye Chen nodded, and sighed slightly in his heart.
In his feelings, the aura belonging to the witch queen had gradually disappeared.
In other words, this stone statue will only be an ordinary stone statue in the future, not the will of the witch queen.
…………
Just when everyone left the Nuwa Temple, a group of Black Miao guards suddenly appeared in sight.
Everyone was stunned.
I saw one of them say: "We are ordered by the king to welcome the princess back to the palace."
"It's very fast?"
Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, his mouth showing a hint of playfulness.
Zhao Ling'er was summoned back to the palace so quickly, and there was even a sense of eagerness. It was definitely not because the Witch King was thinking about the invisible affection between father and daughter.
More likely, the opponent's body has indeed reached the point where it is almost exhausted...
After all, Zhao Ling'er had disappeared for a full ten years, but he had never seen the Witch King send someone to search for his daughter. It happened that he was a little impatient when he was terminally ill.
The most ruthless emperor's family, this sentence is not a lie!
After all, the Witch King has no heirs, and the only heir is Zhao Ling'er. If you don't want the throne to be passed on to others, Zhao Ling'er is also the best choice!
Perhaps the existence of Ye Chen and others was already known. When Zhao Linger proposed to go to the palace with Ye Chen and others, the leading Black Miao guard only hesitated for a while, and quickly agreed to it. What orders have you received before...
The group got into the carriage that had been prepared long ago and drove towards the palace.
The carriage drove fast, and soon came to the palace. I don't know if it was because of the Witch King's orders, the palace was quiet, not very popular, but rather deserted.
Looking at this familiar building, Zhao Linger's eyes were full of reminiscences, wondering if he remembered the happy life in the palace.
Then...
Under the leadership of the guards, the Witch King finally appeared.
Compared to ten years ago, when he looked rich and powerful, today's Witch King is undoubtedly a lot more haggard.
Especially the white spots on the temples, the bleak eyes, and the body that seems to be blown down by a gust of wind, all prove that the nominal ruler of Nanzhao is indeed exhausted... ...Fate soon.
"Father...your body, how could..."
At the first sight of the Witch King, Zhao Ling'er, who originally had such a bit of resentment in his heart, suddenly showed an incredible color, and subconsciously covered his mouth.
Just ten years later, the father in my memory has become such a dying appearance, which is really incredible.
"What exactly is going on……"
"Hey."
In this regard, the Witch King smiled miserably, and said with emotion: "Ling'er...my poor daughter, these years...you have been wronged!"
"Father--"
Hearing this, Zhao Linger also burst into tears, and stepped forward and threw himself in the arms of the Witch King.
This touching picture also made Ye Chen enjoy it, especially when he felt that the weakness of the Witch King seemed to be caused by someone secretly calculating it, and the smile on Ye Chen's face became brighter.
From the first three black seedlings who ran to the Fairy Island, and then to the Witch King's critical illness, there was obviously a man behind the scenes who was controlling everything in secret.
And this candidate...
Naturally it is the Lord of the Moon.
Perhaps the other party felt that the Witch King’s authority in the Nanzhao Kingdom was too high and it was difficult to control, or that the Witch King had torn apart with the Lord of the Moon in recent years and was determined to resist...
Anyway...
The Lord of Worship Moon could not help but attack the Witch King, wanting to change a master for Nanzhao Kingdom!
As for the candidate, it is Zhao Linger!
Compared to the scheming, young and powerful Witch King, Zhao Ling'er, who is young and innocent and kind, is undoubtedly better in control.
"Wonderful, really wonderful—"
Thinking of this, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile.
"It's you……"
For Ye Chen, the Witch King was naturally no stranger, even full of complexity.
He also didn't know whether he hated the moon worship leader a little bit in his heart, or he hated Ye Chen when he publicly scolded him, destroyed everything, and took away his daughter's culprit, and resented more.
"It turns out that your Majesty still remembers poor Tao."
Nodded to the Witch King with a smile, Ye Chen naturally wouldn't care about the dying person.
But the Witch King changed his complexion, arched his hand towards Ye Chen, and apologized: "I made the Dao Master laugh... The thing that happened back then was that the Dao Master and Qing Er misunderstood the Dao Master and Qing'er, and asked the Dao Master In the face of Ling'er, forgive the widow..."
"Oh?"
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, he knew a little bit about the Witch King’s plan, and said with a smile: "If your Majesty can really think like this, then the grievances between you and me will be wiped out."
"If you don't mind, let Pindao take a look for your majesty."
After speaking, he also took a step forward, pressing his palm on the Witch King's body.
The latter trembled, a look of horror appeared on his face, but he abruptly resisted this action.
"Ok……"
"Uncle Situ, how is it, is my father still saved?"
Facing Zhao Ling'er's almost pleading gaze, Ye Chen shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "Sorry, your majesty's body is already dying, and there is no way to recover!"
"what--"
Hearing this result, Zhao Linger suddenly felt sad.
"Father, who did it?"
"Ling'er, do you think that in this Nanzhao country, it is easy to plot against the Witch King, and who can let him cast a rat trap and dare not act rashly?" Ye Chenyou asked quietly.
"I know!"
Almost instantly, Zhao Linger also thought of a person and said every word.
"It's the moon worship, I'll go find him now!"
"No need..."
An indifferent voice sounded, but a middle-aged man in a white robe suddenly appeared in the palace. The latter looked at Zhao Linger as if he was admiring a precious artwork.
"Finally wait for you, Nuwa descendants!"
