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Yezheng Xiong coughed violently for a long time, and finally stopped, he drooped his head, raised his head weakly, and looked at Qingge, his eyes fell on the white hair, and there was a self-deprecating smile, "I never thought that you would be nameless." ”

The light song does not speak.

"Hasn't Traceless come yet?"

"Nope."

"Where's Night Feather?"

"Nope."

“……”

The man laughed again, laughing maniacally, death was coming, and none of the children under his knees came, and he was not even willing to take the road to see him for the last time, which showed how failed he was as a father.

"Light song."

This is the first time that Ye Zhengxiong calmly recited the name of Qingge, Qingge took a step forward, which was a response, in the face of this man who would die at any time, she also had a complicated mind, she had hated, hated, and murderous, she thought that in the end, both of them would have hideous faces, looking at one side to die.

I didn't expect this day to come so quickly, but the atmosphere was unusually good.

Yezheng Xiong suddenly fell backwards, when he fell, he clutched Qingge's sleeves, his eyes were wide, his eyes were about to split, his eyeballs seemed to jump out of his sockets, the bloodshot was so obvious, the black blood on his hands dyed the rouge robe on Qingge's body with another extreme color, his body spasmed a few times, before he died, he used all his strength, and said intermittently, "Xiao...... Beware of the Imperial ...... Above. ”

His body stopped shaking, black blood was still flowing in the seven orifices, the hand holding the sleeve of Qingge's shirt hung down weakly, and the blood dripped down the ground along the nails, like ink, black and terrible.

"Second uncle."

"Go all the way!"

Qingge closed his eyes, his thin lips opened lightly, and a cold voice sounded.

The wind outside the house is a little colder, whose grave is like a grass pavilion, the end of heaven and earth, and the next reincarnation, under the eighteen layers of hell, who knows if it will be spring again.

No one knows, birth, old age, sickness and death, or tomorrow, which one will come first.

"His body is the same as yours, under the twin Gu, the Emperor of the North Moon should have killed the Gu worms raised outside his body, so Yezheng Xiong died without warning." Ji Yue said.

In fact, Yezheng Xiong knows better than anyone else in his heart, but whether he hates or resents, he can't fight that man, because he is the king of Beiyue.

Whoever he wants to die under the king's land will not live.

"Ji Yue." Qingge opened her eyes.

Ji Yue stepped forward, her eyes widening.

"Don't use the power in your body casually in the future, I will be sad if you die."

Ji Yue smiled.

You are still alive, how can I be willing to die?

Qingge turned to leave, and walked out of this room full of death, she looked at the night blue sky and said, "Second Uncle is dead, let's prepare for the funeral." ”

Ye Qingtian sighed and said, "From the moment your father died, your second uncle's death was already doomed, but it was just a matter of time." ”

Raising his eyes lightly, his eyes trembling slightly.

Ye Qingtian's words were very meaningful, did he know that Night Terror's death had something to do with the Northern Moon Emperor?

At this time, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, Ye Yu ran all the way, crossed the threshold, walked into the house, saw Qingge and others, and stopped, "Where is my father?" ”

"Already dead." Said lightly.

Ye Yu's steps were unsteady, her body swayed, and she fell forward, Qingge immediately supported her, Yeyu stood weakly against Qingge, her eyes immediately turned red, and her voice was a little choked, "Dead?" ”

Is it bad news, no, she also has hatred for Yezheng Xiong, but the moment she knew that he was dead, Ye Yu only felt that the sky had fallen.

From childhood to adulthood, her father was like a mountain, which made her reverent, she always aimed at him, worked hard, struggled, and when she grew up, this man died.

Ye Yu walked towards the room, she stood by the lintel, her hand clasped the sandalwood door, saw the corpse of Ye Zheng Xiong, the other hand immediately covered her face, tears flowed from her fingers.

Anyway, it's her father.

Due to the events of the Four Dynasties Conference, Ye Qingtian's funeral could only be held hastily.

On the day of Ye Qingtian's funeral, Ye Wuxian disappeared, and no matter how much the people in the mansion searched, they couldn't find him.

At night.

Qingge went to the pavilion where he drank with the night without a trace, the moon was like a hook, the night was like ink, the man was hiding in the ink, the purple robe, the eyebrows buried in the shadows, he sat in the pavilion, his back was against the chair wood, seeing Qingge, he raised his head weakly and asked, "That man, has been buried?" ”

"It's in the ground." Qingge nodded.

"It's good that he's finally dead." Night laughs without a trace.

"yes, it's good that he's finally dead."

But neither of them could be happy.

"You haven't watched the Four Dynasties War in the past few days, but you should also know the news that Zhan Qiu, the dark horse, won the first place."

Ye Wuxian lowered his eyes, opened the topic, and said: "Zhan Qiu's strength is unfathomable, he has a battle with you, Mu Qi and Donglin Cod have a friendship with you, at least they won't be killers, Zhan Qiu doesn't know why, he really wants to take refuge in the North Tomb King, he has been very close to the North Tomb King recently, you must be careful, if he confronts you, he will definitely be forced to die." ”

"I will." The light song responded.

"The people of the Jialan Academy have arrived yesterday, Elder Yu of the Illusory Hall is receiving them, these days, there are many people who have gone to pass the test and want to enter the Jialan Academy, but none of them have succeeded, if you have time, you can go to the Illusion Hall to have a look, if you want to enter the Jialan Academy in the future, at least have some experience." Night without a trace.

Qingge nodded.

Leng Feng went back and forth between the two, Ye Wuxian stood up, stood in front of Qingge, and said in a solemn tone, "If the emperor has a murderous intention against you, with the current strength of the Ye family, he will definitely not be able to fight the royal family, although he has no reason to kill, but everything has to be guarded against, the four dynasties are fighting, you can rest assured to fight, and the rest of the matter will be handed over to my brother." ”

Qingge pursed her lips, and suddenly found a little white light on the night traceless green silk, and said in surprise: "You have gray hair, will you be too tired lately?" ”

"How many of you have?" Night without a trace raised eyebrows.

Qingge smiled dumbly.

The bright moon is in the sky, the breeze is intoxicating, in the tavern next to the west gate of the North Moon, the old man with a pale face sits on the bed with his elbows propped up on the pillow, his head in his hands, and his mouth keeps talking, "I don't know what happened to my apprentice, after the war of the Four Dynasties, he should come to Jialan, right?" ”

Outside, there was a knock.

"Elder An, there is a man who said he wants to enter your door......"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the old man, "Enter his grandmother, the old man doesn't accept male disciples, do male disciples have big breasts?" Is the male disciple fart/thigh? ”

Outsider: "......"

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