"Death to those who anger the little princess," a voice came out of Asura's mouth, like an obscure spell in ancient times, one step ahead, Yaksha has already made a move, even in the face of the first person on the Tianbang in Huaxia, in their hearts, there is not much turmoil, in this world, most of the people who dare to say the word death to Nalan Wudao have been sent to hell by his own hands.

However, this time, it can't, among the eight tribes of the legendary Heavenly Gate, in addition to the heavens, the most powerful battle department, the two major masters of the Asura Department and the Yaksha Department, their strength is self-evident, even if Nalan has no way, there is no complete certainty in his heart.

Looking at China, there are only a few people who can compete with Nalan Wudao, but on the world stage, Nalan Wudao does not dare to say that he is invincible in the world, in this world, although there are not many people who can compete with Nalan Wudao, there are many people, and even, the younger generation has already had this sign, in the final analysis, Nalan Wudao has not set foot on the world stage after all, and his prestige in the world is definitely not as much as in Huaxia.

Taking a deep look at Ye Chengcheng, Nalan bowed his head, "I don't want the master of Tianmen to have descendants alive." Nalan Wudao said lightly, the words fell, but he looked at the Yaksha and Asura, "The two major masters of the Asura and the Yaksha Department among the eight tribes of the Heavenly Gate, today, I, Nalan Wudao, am just here to deal with the private affairs of my Holy Gate, and I have no intention of offending the Heavenly Gate. The words fell, but they drifted away.

Nalan has no way to go, in this world, no one can stop it, even if it is Asura and Yaksha, watching Nalan Wudao leave, Asura Yaksha stands behind Ye Tingcheng, at this time, anyone who dares to approach Ye Tingcheng will be the target of the two of them, Yaksha Asura, who has always been proud, is not taken into account today, and his heart is naturally unhappy, although they can feel Nalan Wudao's taboo, but they know that Nalan Wudao's taboo is Tianmen, not them.

For a madman like Nalan Wudao, being able to explain in words can be regarded as the second in his life, in the final analysis, he is afraid of Tianmen after all, or, at this time, he doesn't want to fight with Asura and Yasha, the reason is that the upcoming battle of the Heavenly List, if he is entangled by Asura and Yasha, even if Nalan Wudao wants to get out, I'm afraid it will not be an easy task.

Nalan left without a way, and in the silent night, only Sun Yan's howling and crying remained, as well as Ye Tingcheng's low sobbing, and he couldn't stand the woman's crying, Asura and Yasha disappeared in the dark, and when Ye Tingcheng asked them to appear, they would naturally appear.

People are dead, even if Sun Yan has all kinds of regrets, thousands of tenderness, in the end what is left is just ten thousand sadness and helplessness, holding Jun Wuying's cold corpse, Sun Yan cried, laughing, all kinds of the past are emerging in front of her eyes one by one, once not loved, to the later deep love, to the final mutual affection, the trajectory of fate, there have been too many turns in the two of them, and similarly, it also makes this relationship more and more precious, Sun Yan doesn't know, how can she live in a world without Jun Wuying, she regrets, regrets her willfulness, If she didn't have to come to the capital, and she had to come with Jun Wuying, Jun Wuying would not have died, and the two of them should have lived a life of mutual affection and infighting with the world in that warm little home in the northeast, but all this is delusional after all, life, and there will be no second chance.

Ye Tingcheng had red eyes, and comforted Sun Yan softly, in fact, this matter is also a bit cruel to Ye Tingcheng, seeing a living person, being killed, has subverted the original worldview in Ye Tingcheng's heart, if she is not strong enough, at this time, I am afraid that she has no heart to comfort Sun Yan, for a moment, Ye Tingcheng has a feeling of dazed helplessness, she really misses that man.

Holding Sun Yan's arm, if you continue to cry here, people are afraid that they will cry, but they don't know that in this world, there is a kind of love called life and death.

A knife was inserted in Sun Yan's chest, all of this happened in Ye Tingcheng's eyes, the wind whimpered, and in an instant, two living lives had passed away in front of Ye Tingcheng's eyes, and these two people were still her father-in-law and mother-in-law who gave her family affection, and after losing her parents in one day, Ye Tingcheng collapsed irrepressibly, slumped on the ground, her delicate face was full of tears, and her pretty face had a look of hesitation and helplessness.

For a while, he forgot to cry, Ye Chengcheng didn't even know what was going on in his mind, so he sat in chaos.

There was nothing to say all night, but it was already the second day, Ye Tingcheng woke up from a daze, she didn't know how she got home, and recalled what happened yesterday in her mind, "Dad, Mom," Ye Tingcheng snorted, and then cried.

Last night, everything that happened was not a dream, but a real existence.

"Little princess, those two have been buried by me and Asura, if you want to pay tribute, the two of us will accompany you, and I hope you take care of your health." Yaksha lowered his head and said, not to let Ye Tingcheng see his ugly face, so as not to startle Ye Tingcheng, as for the asura, according to the legend, the Asura of the Heavenly Gate spoke the language from hell, and few people could understand what he said.

They didn't want Ye Qingcheng to be sad about this, if that was the case, who could withstand the thunderous anger of the door master? Is it them? Or is Nalan Wudao?

Last night, Sun Yan cut herself, they naturally saw some signs, when a person sprouts a will to live and die, the breath is completely different, Ye Tingcheng doesn't know, it doesn't mean that they can't see it, but they still didn't stop it, for a person who is determined to die, they can save her once, but they can't save the second time.

For a woman who is martyred for love, they can't stop it, in their opening, in this materialistic world, there can still be this true feeling, that is a holy, unblasphemous thing.

The eight tribes of Tianmen, all of them are orphans, all of them are taught by the master of Tianmen himself, and they do not have a deep understanding of the feelings of this world.

Ye Tingcheng didn't seem to hear the words of the two, and returned to the room spontaneously, at this moment, she needed a hug, a hug that gave her enough warmth, dialed Xiao Fan's phone, but found that Xiao Fan's phone was not working, and it was broadcast over and over again, and the mechanical prompt sound made Ye Tingcheng's heart more and more heavy, and a kind of unspeakable loneliness spread in the room, Ye Tingcheng wrapped the cup tightly, and suddenly felt that at this moment, the world was outrageously cold.