Chu Shijue looked at his cousin's quickly leaving helplessly, and gently closed his eyebrows. He was used to Long Taotao's behavior and was never bound by rules.

Although he is young, he is a truly transparent and unrestrained person.

"He wants to visit this Emperor Chu."

Chu Nanyin's eyebrows were a little gentler, "Let him go. Although Taotao does his own thing on weekdays, he still knows the right way."

"Okay." Chu Shijue sighed softly: "If he doesn't let him meet, he will be restless at night."

Chu Nanyin smiled faintly.

With light golden eyes, he looked at the temple standing not far outside the battlefield.

There, clouds and mist were flying around, thunder was shining, and the ground was filled with broken residues of sculptures.

A figure wearing a phoenix feathered battle robe could be seen faintly.

Although it is thin and slender, it can be as sharp as the sky and the earth.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"Didn't you ask me about my birthday wish this year?"

"I've thought about it? Tell me what it is. Even if you want the stars in the sky, my father will pick them back for you."

"Nan Yin doesn't want the stars in the sky. I hope she can be like a fish in the upper world, show her grand plans, and become a comrade-in-arms with me."

When he said this, Chu Shijue was stunned, his eyes trembled with a fragmented arc of light, and his thin red lips instantly pursed into a pale line.

The other companions in Yuehua Palace were all hoarse when they heard the sound, shocked and frightened, and thought Chu Nanyin was talking in her sleep.

Chu Nanyin is a noble immortal god. Ye Chuyue is not even as good as a mortal body. With demon cultivation, she has strange things like gods and demon eyes. She will definitely follow the demon path in the future, and will be the most despicable Nine-Rank Demon Path.

Isn’t it a fantasy or a dream to drive the dust on the ground together with the wind in the sky?

However, no one planned to refute Chu Nanyin's words. After all, few people thought Ye Chuyue could go to the upper realm.

Even going to the middle world is very mysterious.

You must know.

Those who are granted marquis and ministers from the lower realm in the lower realm are like passing clouds and smoke in the upper realm, and they are not farts.

There won't be such a day at all.

She won't appear in the upper realm.

Not to mention, she is still a person who has endured the heavenly tribulation.

Everyone had only this idea in their hearts.

They did not contempt Emperor Chu, and even stunned the interlocking strategy and persevering battle of faith this night.

But reality is reality.

Cruel reality cannot be reversed by false dreams.

As everyone was thinking, Yuehua Palace carried a wealth of precious bodies, gradually moving away from this sky as the wind and clouds floated.

...

In the eternal land, in the direction of the city gate, there are "click, click, click" sounds from time to time.

It was the sound of whipping the corpse.

Blow the body of Princess Xuanhan Nan Yongning.

Chu Yue lay on the high wall, with long legs hanging down, drinking a pot of Yunxiao wine alone, and looking in the direction where the sound was made with deep eyes.

Even if you don’t go and see it with your own eyes, you can imagine the tragic situation in Nan Yongning.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

The sound continues.

The punisher who whipped the corpse would also tell the people coming and going about Nan Yongning's crimes.

"This eldest princess Xuanhan, her crime is not to be punished. She has not been punished yet. She still has to pay off her debts after she dies. You must be happy to watch. Don't do evil in the future, otherwise you will not have a good end even if you die. How pitiful." The punisher taught him step by step.

"Pity? What's she pity?"

A woman with her left eye blind appeared here with an elderly man over 80 years old.

The woman stared at the remaining right pupil, tears flowed down her blood-filled eyes, staring at Nan Yongning with hatred, and shouted to the top of her lungs, "My husband, the left deputy general of Mu Jun, has made great achievements in his life and saved countless people, but he can't save him and his son. At that time, I was pregnant, and the doctor said it was a twin. When I heard about Mu Jun's disappearance, my two children died in the womb. I was out of control of my emotions and oversanity, so I blinded one eye. Later, my mother-in-law and I sold my property, faced the Eternal Temple, kowtowed from the land of Beizhou, kowtowed and kowtowed in three steps, just to pray to my husband. What's the use of this prayer? I just killed someone but pressed the ground. How could she dig out my husband's bones into bone shoes?"

The 80-year-old man looked like a walking corpse, his turbid eyes staring at the front empty, without hatred or anger, only the sadness of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

The woman screamed, rushed towards Nan Yongning, bit Nan Yongning's leg, and pulled off a piece of meat.

"My children have never been born. My husband was so humble after his life, he was made into bone shoes and stepped on the soles of his feet. How can this hatred be stopped? Even if you, Nan Yongning, turn into ashes, cannot be erased. I will not be able to be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation for life. Even if I am a beast day and night, I will always chew your bones and eat your flesh and blood." The woman screamed miserably.

She blew and beat Nan Yongning, like the most primitive beast, venting her deepest resentment.

Suddenly, a force slowly brought her to the rear.

"Who? Who wants to stop me?" the woman asked hysterically with her eyes staring.

"Your husband, is Mo Nangui, the left deputy general of Mu Jun?"

The speaker is a man wearing a black robe and having an imperial spirit.

Those purple eyes were as calm as water, but they had the infinite surging sea.

The surrounding prisoners, civilian warriors, and even princes and nobles will respectfully call him the Sword Emperor.

Seeing this, the woman's mood eased a little and she felt a little more respect.

"Mo Nangui is my poor husband." The woman said with tears.

Ye Mohan handed a hairpin to the woman, "The Yuan Ling of Deputy General Mo Zuo is left in this magic weapon Minghua hairpin. Yuan Ling was originally bound and imprisoned and endured all day long. He used the Nine Nether secret technique to be free. However, Ye's strength is limited and he cannot restore his human body to Deputy General Mo Zuo. However, Minghua hairpin is the top nine-grade magic weapon left ninety thousand years ago. If Mrs. Mo uses her essence and blood to contract with the Minghua hairpin, her spiritual sense can enter the Minghua hairpin to meet Deputy General Mo, and she can also communicate with her spiritual sense on weekdays. However, Mrs. Mo has a limited time to enter the Minghua hairpin every day, at most one stick of incense. But if the Yuan Ling of Deputy General Mo Zuo rests well, your time to enter the Minghua hairpin will increase accordingly. Madam, please look at this hairpin, are you willing to accept this hairpin?"

"My husband's Yuan Ling is really here?" The woman cried with joy.

There was a subtle light in the eyes of the 80-year-old woman.

"It's true." Ye Mohan nodded.

The woman held the Minghua hairpin and quickly used the essence and blood to contract.

She put the Minghua hairpin on her cheek, closed her eyes and heard the voice of her husband deep in her spiritual sense: "Aya, is it you?"

"Nanlang...Nanlang..." The woman Aya burst into tears and cried.

Inside the Minghua hairpin is the Nanlang she has been waiting for for a long time.
Chapter completed!