Heavenly Dragon City, Mengyan Tower.
Today, a strange face avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and came to the Mengyan Tower, knelt in front of Shui Mengchan, bowed his head and dared not lift it up.
"That is to say, all the rumors are true, not false?" Qian Ying behind the curtain said faintly.
"Yes, Ye Wuchen split the God of War in half with a single sword in a one-on-one duel with the God of War. His subordinates and No. 47 saw with their own eyes that he chopped off the three elders of the God of Wind and set fire to thousands of armies. There is no false exaggeration. "The man said respectfully.
Shui Mengchan sighed quietly: "It's a pity that although you were here, you didn't rescue him."
The face of the person kneeling on the ground darkened, and he said shamelessly: "This subordinate deserves to die, he didn't know where Ye Wuchen held the Southern Emperor's Sword in his hand, otherwise this subordinate and No. 47 would rescue him no matter how desperate they are. And …At that time, the wind was raging and furious, amidst thousands of troops, it would be difficult for the two of us to rescue him, and our identity would be exposed instead. In any case, the subordinate has made a big mistake, please punish him, the princess!"
Shui Mengchan was silent for a long time, and then said lightly: "Since you don't know, it can't be called a big mistake. You are far away from the strong wind, and you should not know these things. On the 48th, you go down, this journey is day and night, Thanks a lot."
No. 48 kowtowed heavily: "I thank the princess for her forgiveness." After speaking, she turned around and left cleanly.
After No. 48 stepped back, Shui Mengchan sat there quietly, speechless for a long time.
"I didn't expect him to hide it so deeply. No wonder he faced us so calmly back then. I really don't know what method he used to achieve today's achievement at his age." After a long time, Shui Mengchan uttered A sigh.
"Father once said not to be an enemy of him, but to win him over with all his strength. He must have noticed his extraordinaryness at that time."
"Princess, there is a news from the palace that the black-clothed girl who has been following Ye Wuchen has strength no less than that of the suzerain, and even... even worse." A pink-clothed girl walked out from behind the curtain. It is Shui Mengchan's personal bodyguard Ling'er.
Shui Mengchan: "!!"
"According to the investigation, that girl was brought back by Ye Wuchen from the direction of the Black Forest on the day Tao died in vain. Yesterday afternoon, I sent people to risk their lives into the Demon Sealing Tower to investigate, and found that the girl of heaven's punishment was really not there. And the girl Her aura is mainly about killing, combined with her strength, I guess...would she be..."
"You mean, the daughter of heaven's punishment?" Shui Mengchan frowned.
"Yes, princess. The suzerain has seen the daughter of heaven's punishment for twenty years, and occasionally said meaningfully that the daughter of heaven's punishment does not belong to the Tianchen continent. So her age may not be judged by common sense. The princess may wish to send a message to the suzerain, Just ask and you will know." Ling'er said.
Shui Mengchan nodded slowly: "I understand." Then she sighed again: "For such a long time, we have been completely concealed by him. If it wasn't because he held the secret of the Southern Emperor's Sword in his hand, his death would make us I am very fortunate. How many people are there in the world who can kill the God of War? Who in the world can kill the God of Punishment? Aside from these, his terrifying scheming makes me even more terrified. If I become an enemy, It is tantamount to provoking disaster."
"Then... shall we continue to protect the Hua family and the Ye family?" Ling'er asked, "Forget it, let's withdraw it. If she is really the daughter of heaven's punishment, she doesn't need our protection at all. The time will pass. There is a big move, so it is not appropriate to disperse your strength for the time being." Shui Mengchan asked after thinking for a while.
Ling'er: "Yes."
"In addition, someone sent a message to Feng Lie, saying that the Southern Emperor Sect doesn't want to see too much war within three years. I wonder if the Feng family without Feng Chaoyang has the guts to refuse."
…
Yan Zhimeng sat by the window restlessly, not wanting to go anywhere. Ever since she left Ye Wuchen, her mood has not been stable for a day, even in her sleep is his shadow. The soul contract formed by Meiyin has disappeared. Naturally, this is not the reason for the soul contract, but her heart has fallen without her knowledge. This feeling was originally very shallow, but when a woman gave a body to a man, this feeling would grow rapidly unconsciously.
In her hand is still the green short flute, she never leaves her body. She didn't know if she and him could meet again. The next time we meet, I don't know what situation it will be in. That kind of confusion makes her heart ache in loss, and only this short flute can confide. Of course she didn't know that this short flute was a token of love given to Ye Wuchen by an infatuated woman.
"Miss, it's me." After knocking on the door, the voice of her personal maid, Ping Er, sounded. Yan Zhimeng, who was about to hide the short flute, stopped and said, "Come in."
Ping'er pushed the door open, put a plate full of pastries in front of Yan Zhimeng, and said with a mischievous smile: "Miss, please use it later."
Yan Zhimeng smiled softly: "Ping'er, sit down and eat together."
"En!" Ping'er couldn't wait to sit opposite Yan Zhimeng, and began to eat very bluntly. She has served Yan Zhimeng for a long time, and after a long time, there is no restraint between each other, and she loves her like a sister. She said while eating: "Miss, have you heard of the very powerful person who appeared in Tianlong Kingdom recently?"
"Oh? Really?" Yan Zhimeng played with the short flute with both hands, absent-minded.
"Yes, yes, I heard that that person is younger than Miss, but he defeated the God of War, Feng Chaoyang, and even split him in half with a single sword."
Yan Zhimeng was startled, and then she became interested, and said in surprise: "You are younger than me, but you killed Feng Chaoyang? Who has such great supernatural powers."
Ping'er said: "Hehe, the name of that person may be unknown to the entire Tianchen Continent, only the miss."
Yan Zhimeng smiled, but didn't care.
"His name is Ye Wuchen, and he is from the Ye family of Tianlong Kingdom..."
Yan Zhimeng's whole body trembled, and she subconsciously shouted: "Who is it?"
"His name is Ye Wuchen, Miss, have you heard of this name?" Ping'er wondered at Yan Zhimeng's reaction, and asked in doubt.
Yan Zhimeng didn't answer, her heartbeat began to speed up violently: "Go on, tell me in detail."
Ping'er nodded vigorously, and then began to talk excitedly, trying to explain every detail as clearly as possible, of course there were some beautifications and fantasies mixed in instinctively, Yan Zhimeng listened quietly, Pictured the scene at that time in her mind... She knew who the girl he was holding in his arms was Ningxue who he would hold in his arms every day. So... what about Tongxin who has terrifying strength? where is she? Why not by his side
She didn't mention Tongxin's strength to anyone after she returned to Beidizong. She subconsciously didn't want too many people's eyes to focus on him, which would bring him various crises.
His strength surprised her, but it was also a kind of inexplicable pride. His situation made her feel nervous. At the time of Duan Hunyuan, Yan Zhimeng held his heart and asked eagerly: "And then... what happened to him?"
Ping'er looked at Yan Zhimeng strangely for a while, and then said: "I heard that he didn't want to die in the hands of Dafeng people, so he jumped down with that white-haired little girl in his arms, and died..."
Boom... The short flute in Yan Zhimeng's hand slipped from her hand, fell to the ground, and gradually rolled away in her blurred vision...
"Dead... dead..." She repeated it over and over again, as if her soul had come out of her body in an instant.
"Miss?" Ping'er hurriedly got up, picked up the short flute and put it on the table, and asked anxiously: "Miss, what's wrong with you, miss? Did Ping'er say something wrong?"
"get out."
"Miss? I..."
"Get out!"
"Yes..." Ping'er had never seen her lose her temper so much, and hurriedly retreated. When the door was closed, she was in a panic. Thinking back to Yan Zhimeng's changes, she murmured to herself: "What's wrong with Miss... By the way, during the time Miss left, the person she went to contact was also named Ye, and he was also from Tianlong Kingdom. Could it be... Could it be... he was so Great person, maybe Miss is really tempted..." She thought anxiously, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she hurried back to her room.
Yan Zhimeng lay on the table, and finally burst into tears wantonly. She never expected that after leaving him, getting news from him again would be such a bad news.
She didn't know how long she cried until her voice became hoarse and her heart seemed to be broken. She regretted agreeing to Yan Ximing to get close to Ye Wuchen, regretted contacting Ye Wuchen. Because if she didn't want to see her, she wouldn't fall in love, and if she didn't fall in love, she wouldn't feel the pain of this moment. This is the most unbearable blow to her, to any woman.
There was a knock on the door, but there was no response for a long time, Yan Ximing pushed the door open and walked in, saying: "Meng'er, we were deceived, it was impossible for Ye Wuchen to be deceived by the charming sound that day, he must have been pretending Yes. No wonder I always feel that something is wrong... Oh? Meng'er, what's wrong with you?"
Ye Wuchen's ability to kill the God of War let Yan Ximing know that he was deceived. With such strength, it is impossible to be deceived by Yan Zhimeng's charming voice even in his sleep, so he was sure that Ye Wuchen was pretending to be deceived. , played them a trick. If he hadn't been forced to show his strength, he would still be blinded up to now.
Seeing Yan Zhimeng's fairy-like face covered with tears, she felt a pain in her heart after being surprised, and walked over to comfort her, "Meng'er, do you miss your parents again?"
After getting along for several years, he knows Yan Zhimeng very well. Since all her clan members were killed, she rejected outsiders. She stayed in the Northern Emperor Sect all the year round and rarely had contact with outsiders, which made her have a high temperament and a pure heart... In Ye Wuchen's words, she is called Xiaobai. Therefore, Yan Ximing would not have any doubts about her at all, even if she knew that the news Meiyin got was false, she would only believe that it was Ye Wuchen's trick, and she would not have the slightest doubt about Yan Zhimeng. Seeing her crying so sadly at this time, it was only because she recalled her parents who died tragically, because apart from this, she had no other reason to be hurt.
Yan Zhimeng didn't respond, her mind was already wandering, as if she no longer belonged to her, she couldn't even tell who the person in front of her was.
Yan Ximing stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, but immediately stretched it back, comforting: "Meng'er, don't cry for now, okay? You are not a child now, crying broke your body, but it will let the spirit in the sky Uncle and aunt are sad."
Yan Zhimeng turned a deaf ear, crying like pear blossoms in the rain, and wet her clothes one by one. For a young girl who is in love, the biggest hurt is always emotional hurt, and the biggest hurt among emotional hurts is the one she just made. If the body and mind are handed over to the person you like, life and death will be separated.
After a while, Yan Ximing had no choice but to smile helplessly and said: "Well, since Meng'er wants to cry so much, let's cry happily. However, this is the last time. After we get married, we can no longer act like children It's the same."
After speaking, he turned and left, and when he closed the door, he felt a slight doubt in his heart, but he didn't think much, and left quickly. The fact that he needs to do too much.