"master,……"

"Shut up!"

Rag Bu wanted to say something else, but Chu Yue immediately spoke coldly.

She was afraid that if she kept talking, her old story would be exposed.

However, this reprimand was not transmitted through divine consciousness, but directly spoken.

But when she saw Feng moaning sadly, Ye Mohan and all the eyes focused on her, they were filled with a little surprise.

The corner of Chu Yue's mouth twitched slightly, and she raised her hand to her forehead helplessly.

"It seems that we haven't seen each other for many days. A break is better than a wedding. A Chu doesn't want to spend time drinking for her husband."

Ye Mohan smiled lightly, and the monster's face seemed to be inlaid with a light golden glow under the sun.

The breeze blows on my face, full of warmth.

It was unimaginable that the genial man in front of him could be the Ye Di Zun who was so decisive and lethal that everyone was frightened by the news.

Chu Yue looked at Ye Mohan helplessly.

Ninety thousand years ago, she drank alcohol because she couldn't sleep in the cold night, but now she has achieved enlightenment and even has children.

But that was the only time I didn't experience it personally.

Thinking of this, Chu Yue pursed her lips.

Is it possible that I really don’t want to lift my own pillow?

Chu Yue thought that after the Dragon Slaying Banquet was over, she would have to delve into the less popular medical skills when she had free time.

When it comes to the future of the second child, Xiaobao's sister, we still have to be careful.

Ye Mohan met Chu Yue's gaze. Although he didn't know what was going on in Chu Yue's mind, he felt a chill down his spine for no reason.

"Then Feng will not disturb the two of you getting together."

Feng lamented and bowed: "See you at the Dragon Slaying Banquet."

He looked deeply at Chu Yue.

In this world of clear sky and white sun, he could not see the prosperity and majesty of Beizhou Imperial City.

He only tried hard to see Yue's face clearly in the red mist of the wolf eyes.

On the occasion of parting.

Feng Beiyin wants to imprint her every smile and picturesque eyebrows into the depths of her soul to remember her for eternity.

Even if one day he dies sadly in this bad and beautiful world, he will never forget her features.

The moment Feng Beiyin turned around, he walked out against the light, his red robe slightly raised, and his expression instantly turned gloomy.

He set foot on Beizhou twice, but did not dare to enter Mu's mansion.

Just because he didn't dare to face the heroic souls of the ancestors of the general family.

He is guilty.

He is the son of sinners.

What he can't forget is——

Many years ago, Feng Beiyin, who had just entered Fengwucheng, took advantage of the darkness and lay outside the window to look inside.

He saw a piece of broken soul, dripping with blood, being held in his father's hand.

Among the fragments of the soul, a woman's painful screams could be heard.

Later, out of curiosity, Feng Beiyin secretly went to observe and see several times.

Finally one day, she saw the face of that woman.

It was a woman covered in bruises and blood.

Translucent shapes appear in the house.

His father said: "Yunhuang, your beloved Ye Tiandi, the person you want to marry is a useless coward. He didn't come. He doesn't know your situation or what he did. You just treat him like you."

You really died in that war. Tell me, isn't he stupid? Ah, no, I shouldn't call you Yunhuang now, I should call you Mu Qinghuang."

There was clearly pity for the woman in his father's eyes: "You, you had such a great life, why did you end up like this?"

At that moment, Feng Beiyin almost thought that his father cared about and felt sorry for this woman named Yunhuang and Mu Qinghuang.

But the next moment, Feng Beiyin saw that her father smashed the soul fragments on the ground and stepped on them frantically with the soles of his feet.

"Bitch! Bitch! You deserve this! You deserve it!"

Feng Beiyin was so frightened when he saw the ferocious and twisted figure that he was breathing heavily, and was discovered by his father.

His father strode towards him.

"Snapped!"

A slap hit him hard on the face.

The teeth were spat out together with blood.

The young Feng Beiyin rolled around on the ground a few times before regaining his balance.

His father stepped on his face and said, "Boy, what did you hear?"

Feng Beiyin shook her head crazily.

But the father didn't look at his son at all. He dragged him by his hair all the way to the water prison in the secret room, and locked him in the water prison for three full years. As a result, his body was as if it had been tempered with ice, leaving an indelible mark.

The root of the disease.

Not only that, his father embedded a tracking treasure in his eyes, and found a magician to cast a spell on him.

The curse was buried deep in his insides.

Once he tells what he saw and heard that night, the curse will corrode his body, causing him to bleed to death in pain.

But when Feng Beiyin was released from the three-year water prison, it took a long time to find out that Mu Qinghuang was the daughter of the Mu family.

The wind moaned sadly, and the whole body was filled with sadness, and the heart ached to the point of twisting.

Every time he wanted to tell the story about Yunhuang, the magic would erode his internal organs.

It was like there were tens of thousands of ants in his body that were gnawing crazily at his internal organs and limbs.

He is not afraid of death.

But if he survives, he can help Xiaoyue get back the fragments of Mu Qinghuang's soul.

Only in this way can his unbearable and gloomy life have a perfect ending with a worthy death.

Feng Beiyin's eyes were getting redder and redder, and his steps were so heavy that it felt like lead had been poured into his legs.


Chapter completed!