Hearing these words of the demon king to himself, Hu Qing was shocked, he didn't expect that the majestic and invincible demon king was actually a lover with deep roots, and such a murderous demon would actually be trapped by love!

The Seven Evil Saints continued: "Everything is my fault, it was I who snubbed the green waist, made her unable to love, made her disheartened, and finally committed suicide, even with our children...... , but I really didn't know she was pregnant, and I regret it now, I regret it...... It's me who hurt her, I'm sorry for Greenwaist, but why did she destroy herself so miserably?......"

The Seven Evil Saints cried out, his cry was suppressed and low, this may be the most painful pain in his heart, they all said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place!

The demon king seemed to have forgotten the existence of Ling Huqing, and was completely immersed in his own sadness and remorse, until he saw the white handkerchief handed over, he hesitated to take the handkerchief, pinched it in the palm of his hand, and said hesitantly: "Thank you! I did it wrong, Murong Feng hated me for being understandable, I won't embarrass him, I just don't want him to live with hatred like me, after all, he is the green-waisted favorite brother!"

"You are not wrong, there is nothing wrong with the green waist, and there is nothing wrong with Murong Feng, if you want to say that there is a mistake, you are all mistakes because of your beloved, this kind of thing is originally a dilemma, you want to give up everything for a person, you can want to get everything for a person, there is no right or wrong, it is all sincere. ”

The demon king raised his head, as if he felt incredible, and said, "So you can understand my suffering, and you won't blame me for being too affectionate?"

Ling Huqing felt that this sentence was simply inexplicable, the whole thing was only related to the old tree spirit, what did it have to do with herself? But for the sake of this demon king's pain, she could barely understand it, so she had to nod and said: "Holy Monarch, don't worry, as long as you can let go of Brother Murong and my two girls, your subordinates will explain this matter to Brother Murong clearly, Brother Murong is not a person who is unreasonable, and my subordinates believe that he will slowly let go, as a friend, in fact, I don't want him to live in hatred for the rest of his life." ”

Ling Huqing couldn't help but remember the last time he crossed the Lechuan River in the Netherworld, Murong Feng hallucinated and was almost taken off by the evil ghost, it turned out that the old tree had so much suffering, and he sometimes had a very bad attitude towards him, but who told him to kidnap his own girl?

"It's great if you think like this" The Demon King's tone was much more relaxed, pointing to the furnishings in the house and said: "This is where that person once lived, time passed too slowly, and it passed too fast, in a blink of an eye, two thousand years have passed, nothing has changed here, but it has long been a matter of things!"

Linghu Qingxin said: It turns out that this is the place where the demon king's sweetheart lived, she couldn't help but look around, and suddenly found that there was a painting on the wall behind the curtain "Who sends lovesick words in the brocade book, a piece of ice heart in the jade pot", the handwriting is strong and powerful, but the iron painting and silver hook reveal all kinds of tenderness.

Ling Hu Qing's heart shook violently, this ...... This...... Isn't this the word hanging in the bamboo house in the paradise? There is also the soul of the old man in the mouth of Meng Po and Gong Gong in the netherworld, and these past events that the demon king told her for the first time, the dream that Teng Yu weaved for her in the sea stole medicine to save people, to the person who gave up his life in order to save him as the demon king said, Jinxin, Jinxin, this is the mother's maiden name, is all this a coincidence? Or do you think too much?

Ling Huqing walked to the side of the painting in two steps and pointed, "Is this what the Holy Monarch wants me to see?"

The Demon King was obviously taken aback and said, "How do you know?"

Linghu Qing's brain "buzzed", as if something collapsed, just this sentence can be known, the demon king has been talking about "that person" is his mother, Jinxin Fairy, what is the matter with his father Ling Hushu?

Could it be that the demon king got rid of his father because of love and hatred because of the union between his mother and father? Thinking of this, she really regretted her tolerance for the demon king just now, and the crocodile's tears are also worth believing?

"Where is my father Ling Hushu now?Is he imprisoned in some unknown corner of the Heavenly Palace, or has he long been wiped out by you?" Ling Huqing asked, her tone seemed calm but she had accumulated anger for many years, for so many years, she was thinking day and night about finding out her father's whereabouts and the real cause of her mother's death.

And after finding her father, she also wanted to ask her face to face, why did she treat her like that, she could not love her, but she couldn't hate her so much, and even avoided her as soon as she saw her, she really didn't know what she did wrong, her father never hugged her, never spoiled her like a father, only indifference and disgust, yes, it was clear disgust, disgust to the point of not wanting to see her.

Ling Huqing was already in tears, at this moment she suddenly found that she had always been strong and cold in the face of family affection, she had no maternal love and no father's love since she was a child, and she had to pretend to be a man, practicing all night every day, pretending to be the lord who said nothing and made a decision in front of the clan, she gave birth to a chill from the bottom of her heart, and asked again with red eyes: "Holy Monarch, where is my father?"

"Your father...... He...... , that's it, this king doesn't want to say much, you better go back to Zhuling Dongtian and ask your grandmother, you just need to remember that your father has always loved you very much and remembered you very much...... And, again, this king has never harmed your father, because ...... He actually ...... It's my little brother. ”

"What? The Holy Monarch is actually from the Fox Clan? Then why have I never heard of you? Grandmother has never mentioned you? You must have lied to me, right?" Ling Huqing only felt that the world was spinning, was what the Demon King said true? It turned out that Grandmother knew everything, but she had hidden it from herself for so many years? The Demon King she had always been wary of was her grandmother's son and her own uncle?

"It's not surprising that the old lady never mentioned me, in her old man's heart, there was no place for me as a son, I am a chess piece in her old man's hand, a chess piece without any emotion, and you are the same, but this king hopes that you will not be like me, but after getting everything, you lose your most precious things, you go, don't appear in front of me again, forget your identity, and be a person with dignity!"

"You are a liar! What you say is false! How can my grandmother raise me since I was a child, how can she treat me as a pawn? I won't believe you, I will go back to Zhuling Dongtian and ask my grandmother clearly!" Ling Huqing ran out crying, and the Seven Evil Saints said to himself: "I hope you don't follow in my footsteps, I hope you can be happy all your life!"