Ye Chen wakes up in the early morning. The earth is dark, and there is a faint light slanting on his face.
Out of the door, we can see a warm scene.
In front of the stove, Chu Ling stands quietly and wears a scarf to cut vegetables, just like a virtuous wife making breakfast for her husband.
The wind blows gently and touches her hair. It is quiet and beautiful.
That picture, pleasing to the eye, see ye Chen some infatuated.
He didn''t remember how long she hadn''t cooked.
Go too far too far, past events, are in the years fuzzy, memory that poor warmth, also vicissitudes.
Soon, ye Chen took a deep breath, and Chu ling''er was released. It was time to go back to the sky and look forward to the future.
"You are awake." Chu Ling Er side eyes, a smile.
"You are beautiful at the moment." Ye Chen smiles.
"Wash your hands and eat." Chuling whispered a smile.
Breakfast is very warm, ye Chen is like a starving ghost, picking and pulling rice, wolfing down the food on the table.
Chu Ling smile, some farfetched, eyes, there is a trace of water mist lingering, I hope to make breakfast for him every day.
This moment, she almost said that the child in her abdomen is Ye Chen''s, but she held back and wanted to cry.
"Why don''t you eat it?" Ye Chen raised his head and asked in astonishment.
"Eat." Chu Ling buried his head low eyes and sipped the bitter fish soup.
Soon, a wisp of wind blows, a purple haired youth appears.
He wore a mask, not his face, only his eyes, deep as the starry sky, the sky and the earth, vast and boundless.
Ye Chen side head, up and down scanning volume, can not break his blood, also can not see his cultivation, only know he is mysterious and terrible.
"Excuse me." The purple haired youth opens his mouth, his words are plain, and his eyes have no waves.
"Who are you Ye Chen asked and put down the dishes and chopsticks.
"My name is Yao and shun." The young man with purple hair gave a faint voice.
"Yao and Shun?" Ye Chen picked eyebrows, about a second or two, very sure, never heard of this name.
The underworld is really a crouching tiger, a hidden dragon, another terrible existence.
"I don''t know why you came here." Ye Chen Dao.
"To meet my wife." Yao and Shun said, looking at Chu Ling.
"Wife?" Ye Chen frowned and looked at Chu ling''er. Obviously, the wife Yao and Shun mentioned was her.
He looked, Chu Ling got up, but did not dare to look directly at his eyes, gently biting Bei teeth, "Ye Chen, I''m sorry."
"Why say I''m sorry." Ye Chen''s eyes are clear.
"I''m pregnant with his baby." Chu Ling lowered her eyes.
"Then I will kill him." Ye Chen smiles with warmth.
"Sorry, I love him more in this life." Chu Ling whispered, took Yao and Shun''s arm, turned and walked outside the garden.
"A lot of nonsense." Ye Chen step across, such as a ghost, block two people''s way, rolling out of the murderous spirit.
"I don''t love you, believe it or not." Chu Lingdao.
"Did he intimidate you?" Ye Chen ignored Yao and Shun, and only looked at Chu Ling. His eyes were as sharp as a sword.
"With the emperor and the waster, no one in the underworld dares to threaten us."
"If so, let him disappear." Ye Chen''s eyes are red with blood, and the momentum is on the top of the mountain. The opportunity to kill is violent and extinguished. It is cold to the bone, and the world is frozen.
"The love of the past is over. Why should we gather and disperse?" Chu Ling''s tone was indifferent and blocked Yao and Shun in front of him.
With the fall of words, her hands, manifesting a fairy sword, Zheng Ming and moving, slightly raised, the blade pointed to Ye Chen.
Ye Chen body trembles, a pair of eyes, with the naked eye visible speed, full of tears, blurred his vision.
For the first time, she pointed at him with a sword. Although she had not yet stabbed him, she had already gouged out her heart like a knife.
Her eyes, merciless and indifferent, are like the sword in her hand, twinkling with cold light, which is a killing machine, extremely cold.
"Chu Ling, are you going to kill me?" Ye Chen''s voice choked and hoarse, with her sword, disappeared.
"I am Yao Shun''s wife. He is the father of my child. If you kill him, I will kill you." Chu Ling''s words are cold.
"I don''t believe it." Ye Chen has tears in her eyes and walks slowly. He bumps into her sword edge and stabs his chest.
One inch, two inches, three inches, his pace has never been reduced.
Every step forward, the immortal sword stabs into the sword until the tip of the sword. It comes out from behind him and is full of bright golden blood.
"Since you and I are separated by a sword, I will come closer."
Until the end of the sword, he settled down, his mouth overflowing with blood, looking at Chu Ling, his eyes full of tears, and blood.
"If you stop my people, you can''t stop my heart." Chu Ling a language indifferent, see ye Chen''s eyes and merciless.
"Even if it is unintentional, you are ye Chen''s Ye Chen lifted his bloody hand and slowly touched Chu Ling''s cheek."What''s the use of a puppet?" Chu Ling coldly chided, suddenly drew out the fairy sword, the action did not hesitate.
The blood spurts thin, startling, ye Chen pedals back, staggers, half kneels on the ground, a mouthful of blood vomits.
The power of emperor Zhun''s sword is so powerful that the opportunity to kill is extinguished.
Chu Ling didn''t speak. He took Yao and Shun and walked out of the garden step by step.
From the beginning to the end, she did not look back at Ye Chen.
Behind him, the statue of Ye Chen, like a stone carving, was still as the wind raged. Only blood and tears ran down, splashing the holy body.
Messy black hair, covered half of his face, with the falling leaves, a wisp of snow white, stained with vicissitudes of life.
The pain was more cruel than lingchi, and his mind was in confusion. He was on the verge of collapse. He wanted to swallow him up.
Outside the garden, someone came. It was Zhao Yun. Seeing this picture, he hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed it on Ye Chen''s shoulder.
What happened? Zhao Yun frowned. I don''t know what happened.
Ye Chen smile, smile some crazy, such as crazy general.
Outside the ghost city, Chu Ling''s face was pale and her delicate body trembled. Her beautiful eyes were no longer indifferent and filled with crystal tears.
This is the Emperor Huang asked her to help: let Ye Chen witness, push him into the bottomless abyss, the deeper the wound, the better.
Yes, this is a play, a big play. It''s for ye Chen to see, and help him to achieve Nirvana again in the collapse.
Cruel, indeed cruel, pain is heartrending.
As Chu Ling said, he had suffered a lot and his attack was devastating.
No one knows whether he can bear it, whether he will collapse or nirvana. This is a love robbery, which is more terrible than Jidao emperor''s soldiers.
Her heart, more painful than ye Chen, clearly is his child, but can not say, not only can''t say, but also as a sharp blade, hard into his chest.
In the belly, their children are crying, as if feeling the pain of their parents, as well as the fear from the unknown.
Chu Ling covered her mouth and tried not to cry.
She didn''t have to look back. She knew that ye Chen''s hair was white and covered her chest. She was howling in pain, like a fierce ghost howling.
"Master, you have wiped his memory! Let him forget, let him not suffer again. " Chu Ling almost begged.
This is to say to Yao and shun that the so-called Yao and Shun is a Dharma of Emperor Huang, covering his true face with a mask.
"He needs to experience it in person. If he can''t get out of this love robbery, he can''t step on the six samsara." Emperor Huang shook his head and sighed. As an elder, he couldn''t bear it.
"How to finish it." Chu Ling looked forward to the emperor''s famine.
"Until his eyes... No more Chu spirit, until his heart... Really put down, so that he can be regarded as a complete merit."