When Ye Chen woke up, it was already early morning. The underworld was dark, but there was a faint light slanting on his face.
When I walked out of the door, I saw a warm scene.
In front of the stove, Chu Ling stood gracefully, wearing a scarf and chopping vegetables, just like a virtuous wife making breakfast for her husband.
The gentle breeze blew through her hair, making her feel peaceful and graceful.
The picture was so pleasing to the eye that Ye Chen was a little intoxicated by it.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten her food.
We have gone too far, the past has become blurred in the years, and the poor tenderness in our memory has also changed.
It's almost time, Ye Chen took a deep breath, Chu Ling'er was unsealed, and it was time to return to the heavens, full of longing for the future.
"You're awake." Chu Ling'er glanced sideways and smiled sweetly.
"You are so beautiful right now." Ye Chen smiled.
"Go wash your hands and eat." Chu Ling smiled softly.
The breakfast was very warm, and Ye Chen was like a starving ghost, pulling rice, devouring it, and sweeping away the delicious food on the table.
Chu Ling smiled slightly, a little far-fetched, with a trace of mist lingering in her eyes. She wished she could make breakfast for him every day.
At this moment, she almost said that the child in her belly was Ye Chen's, but she held it back until she wanted to cry.
"Why don't you eat?" Ye Chen raised his head and asked in shock.
"Eat." Chu Ling lowered her head and sipped the bitter fish soup.
Soon, a wisp of dark wind blew, and a purple-haired young man appeared.
He was wearing a mask, so his appearance was not visible, but his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, boundless and boundless.
Ye Chen tilted his head and scanned him up and down. He couldn't tell his bloodline, nor could he tell his cultivation level. He only knew that he was mysterious and terrifying.
"Sorry to bother you." The purple-haired young man said, his words were calm, and there was no wave in Gu Jing's waveless eyes.
"Who are you?" Ye Chen asked, putting down the bowl and chopsticks.
"My name is Yao and Shun." The purple-haired young man said lightly.
"Yao and Shun?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and thought about it for a second or two. He was extremely sure that he had never heard of this name before.
The underworld is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, another terrifying existence.
"I don't know why my friend came here." Ye Chen said.
"Come to pick up my wife." Yao and Shun said, looking at Chu Ling.
"Wife?" Ye Chen frowned and looked at Chu Ling'er. It was obvious that the wife Yao Shun mentioned was her.
When he saw it, Chu Ling stood up, but she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, biting her teeth lightly, "Ye Chen, I'm sorry."
"Why are you saying sorry?" Ye Chen's eyes were fixed.
"I'm pregnant with his child." Chu Ling lowered her eyes.
"Then I'll kill him." Ye Chen smiled tenderly.
"Sorry, I love him more in this life." Chu Ling whispered, took Yao and Shun's arm, turned around and walked out of the garden.
"A lot of nonsense." Ye Chen stepped forward like a ghost, blocking the way of the two of them, and a billowing murderous aura surged out.
"I don't love you anymore, it's up to you to believe it or not." Chu Ling said.
"Did he coerce you?" Ye Chen ignored Yao and Shun and only looked at Chu Ling, staring at him with eyes as sharp as a sword.
"With Senior Dihuang here, no one in the underworld dares to coerce us."
"In that case, let him disappear." Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, his aura suddenly reached its peak, his murderous intent was violent and extinguished, and it was so cold that it turned the world into ice.
"The love in the past is over. It's easy to get together and break up, so why bother?" Chu Ling's tone was cold, and she took a step in front of Yao and Shun.
As the words fell, a fairy sword appeared in her hand, clanking and moving, slightly raised, and the sword pointed directly at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen's body trembled, and his eyes filled with tears at a speed visible to the naked eye, blurring his vision.
In three hundred years of past and present lives, this was the first time that she pointed a sword at him. Although she hadn't stabbed him yet, her heart was already cut out like a knife.
Her eyes were ruthless and cold, just like the sword in her hand, flashing with cold light. It was murderous and extremely cold.
"Chu Ling, you want to kill me?" Ye Chen's words were choked and hoarse, and his peak momentum disappeared with her sword.
"I am the wife of Yao and Shun, 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." There were tears in Ye Chen's eyes. He walked slowly and bumped into her sword edge, piercing his chest.
One inch, two inches, three inches, his pace never slowed down.
With every step forward, the fairy sword penetrated a little further until the tip of the sword came out from behind him, dripping with dazzling golden blood.
"Since there is a sword between you and me, then I will come closer."
He didn't stop until the end of the sword, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Chu Ling with tears and blood everywhere.
"Even if you stop my people, you can't stop my heart." Chu Ling said indifferently, but her eyes when she looked at Ye Chen were not ruthless.
"Even if it is unintentional, you are still Ye Chen's." Ye Chen raised his bloody hand and slowly touched Chu Ling's cheek.
"What's the use of having a puppet?" Chu Ling scolded coldly, and suddenly drew out the fairy sword without any hesitation.
The blood spurted out, shocking. Ye Chen stepped back, staggered, half-knelt on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The power of the quasi-emperor's sword is so tyrannical, and its murderous intent is extinguished.
Chu Ling said nothing, holding Yao and Shun in her arm, and walked out of the small garden step by step.
From the beginning to the end, she never looked back or glanced at Ye Chen.
Behind him, Ye Chen was like a statue carved in stone, motionless as the wind raged, only blood and tears dripped down, splashing all over the holy body.
The messy black hair covered half of his face. With the falling leaves, strands turned into snow white, dyed with the vicissitudes of life.
That kind of pain was more cruel than Ling Chi's, and his mind was also in confusion. He was on the verge of collapse and wanted to devour him.
Outside the garden, someone came, it was Zhao Yun. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed it on Ye Chen's shoulder.
What's going on? Zhao Yun frowned, wondering what happened.
Ye Chen smiled, a little crazy, like a madman.
Outside the ghost city, Chu Ling's face was pale, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, her beautiful eyes were no longer cold and filled with crystal tears.
This is what Dihuang asked her to help: let Ye Chen witness it with his own eyes, push him into the bottomless abyss, and the deeper the injury, the better.
Yes, this is a play, a big play, played for Ye Chen to help him achieve nirvana and transform again in the midst of collapse.
Cruel, indeed cruel, the pain is heartbreaking.
As Chu Ling said, he had gone through many hardships and was riddled with injuries. This blow was undoubtedly devastating.
No one knows whether he can withstand it or whether he will collapse or reach nirvana. This is a calamity of love, more terrifying than the ultimate emperor's weapon.
Her heart hurt more than Ye Chen. She was obviously his child, but she couldn't say it. Not only could she not say it, she also used it as a sharp blade and stabbed it into his chest.
In the belly, their child was crying loudly, as if he felt the pain of his parents and the fear from the unknown.
Chu Ling covered her mouth and tried hard not to cry.
She didn't need to turn around to see, she knew that Ye Chen's hair was white, he was clutching his chest and roaring in pain, like a ghost wailing.
"Senior, please wipe his memory! Let him forget and don't let him suffer again." Chu Ling almost begged.
These words were spoken to Yao and Shun. The so-called Yao and Shun were the Dharma-like bodies of Emperor Huang, who used masks to cover their true appearance.
"He needs to experience it personally. This is the suffering he should go through. If he can't get out of this emotional tribulation, he won't be able to step on that evil." Di Huang shook his head and sighed. As a senior, he couldn't bear it.
"How can it be over?" Chu Ling looked at Dihuang expectantly.
"Until there is no more Chu spirit in his eyes, until he truly lets go in his heart, then his merits will be considered complete."