"Ye Li... You... Do you still love me? ”

His hoarse voice made Ye Li's tears fall instantly, and before he could cover it, his eyes were red and swollen.

The emotions she desperately tried to control were easily shattered by him.

Ye Li squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, desperately wiping endless tears with the back of his hand, like a pearl with a broken thread, which fell down in an instant.

Her shoulders trembled with emotion, and she buried her head deep in the crook of her arms, curled up in the corner, her back against the hard, cold wall, and a hint of coolness penetrated her, making her shiver.

He was still asking if she loved him, but how could he have looked at her more, why could he ask confidently!

Bastard...

The grievance in her heart made Ye Li a little calm, she forced herself to calm down, put her right hand under her mouth, and bit it hard, a blood stain ran down her knee, infected the corner of her skirt, and finally fell into the gap and disappeared.

The other hand was clenched tightly, and the slender nails cut through the skin and plunged deep into the palm.

A burst of pain stimulated her nerves, making Ye Li's eyes gradually sober up.

"Love"

After a long silence, her lips lifted slightly, stared blankly at the ground, and spit out an affirmative answer.

Now she asks herself whether she still loves it or not, but the shadow in her mind and the accelerated heartbeat all tell her a cruel truth.

She loved him and always loved him deeply.

Tears flowed down her face, and the light pink liquid that fell on the ground could no longer distinguish whether it was water or blood, it was so abrupt and distinct.

Zhao Jiuchen's heart suddenly tingled, and seeing her like this, he couldn't bear it after all.

He strode over and scooped her into his arms, his cold gaze falling on the drop of blood.

"Would you like to do me a favor..."

Sensing that her mood was wrong, Zhao Jiuchen's voice couldn't be raised, just whispered softly.

Really...

If nothing happened, he wouldn't be so proactive.

Ye Li leaned on his hard arms and closed his eyes tiredly.

After waiting for a long time, the person in his arms was still silent, and he knew that she was reluctant to speak.

"The plate next to Youheng, can you bring it for me?"

Zhao Jiuchen still asked, but she was not as happy as she imagined, but cautious, for fear of touching her sensitive nerves.

Plate?

Ye Li suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze fell to the ground, and the blue brick glass reflected her beautiful face, but her pupils were not bright.

She remembered that Youheng had said that it was a very dangerous thing, what did Zhao Jiuchen want to do with that?

Now that I think about it, his actions are extremely strange, why did he dig that ordinary stone, and why did he let her take the seawater...

What is the connection between all this, what is he trying to do...

She suddenly felt that Zhao Jiuchen was so terrifying.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Ye Li felt that he had regained some strength, and moved his hands to push Zhao Jiuchen's chest forward, trying to push him away.

"Don't move!"

Zhao Jiuchen snorted coldly, hugged Ye Li who was about to flee tightly, closed his eyes, buried his head in her hair, and her unique aura made him intoxicated.

"Li'er, when you get it, I'll marry you..."

Who knew that the sentence he inadvertently promised became a constraint and fetters for Ye Li's life.

He's going to marry her...

Although I don't know if he is sincere or false, Ye Li's heart is still stirred, and although his voice is hoarse, he screams uncontrollably.

"Really?"

She suddenly broke away from Zhao Jiuchen's arms, held his arm, and met his deep eyes.

There was clarity in his eyes.

Ye Li looked at it for a long time, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes curved, and the sound of joyful laughter echoed throughout the room.

She was as excited as a candy child, her lips tapping lightly on his cheek, leaving a few marks.

Holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, the day she thinks about it day and night, she finally has hope.

Ye Li was in a trance, and reached out and pinched his white arm hard, and a bruise appeared on his skin.

"Hiss"

Her tears of pain almost fell again.

Only then did I become convinced that this was not a dream, it was real.

"Okay, but how do I take it?"

After the joy, the problem came to the door again, Ye Li frowned, she was so stupid, how could she get it.

She was immediately deflated, and casually lay in Zhao Jiuchen's arms, staring at his good-looking chin.

"Youheng likes you, right?"

Zhao Jiuchen suppressed it for a long time, and said this sentence word by word, and even the sound of teeth grinding together could be heard between words.

It was an embarrassing topic, and Ye Li avoided his direct gaze, and his breathing became disordered.

Inside the Sanssouci Temple...

Mo Lao's hands full of green tendons and wrinkles trembled a little, and he trembled and handed over the porcelain vase, not daring to look at Youheng's eyes again.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Seeing Mo Lao's appearance, Youheng was already a little strange in his heart, but he still wanted to ask, perhaps, it was a different answer.

He took the porcelain vase, his hand clenched slightly and loosened, and the surface of the porcelain vase, which was as white as new, had some fine lines.

This demon palace has a special poisoner and pharmacist, which can be matched with all kinds of poisons in the world, and can also be solved.

In order to protect the safety of the demon lords of the past dynasties, it is also a force that cannot be underestimated.

And Mo Lao followed the poison master to learn poison making and detoxification when he was young, so that he would take over his position after the poison master was wiped out.

Now that he looks so embarrassed, I'm afraid it's not good.

Sure enough, Mo Lao's vicissitudes of life pierced into Youheng's heart like a needle, making it gradually shatter.

"In that bottle of blood, there is hopeless water."

He didn't explain too much, because everyone in the Four Realms knew the power of the water, and the hopeless water dissipated the soul, and it was not a title that came for no reason.

Once drunk, the toxin spreads, and it will gradually erode the three souls and seven spirits of the poisoned god, and the most terrifying thing is that it does not have any pain and discomfort, it cannot be detected, only the black line is used as a guide.

But how many people in the world can get that poison, and how many people can know it?

Ye Li is of course one of them.

Sanssouci Hall was as terrible as death, only the sound of water dripping, a little empty and weird.

The porcelain vase was stained with water, and it was still dripping from above, with a hint of bright red.

"Demon Lord, you..."

Mo Lao looked at Youheng who was crying silently in disbelief, his pupils turned crimson, red and terrifying, and for some reason the tears came out of his eyes and were slightly red.

Youheng couldn't control his strength, and a crisp sound sounded, and the porcelain bottle turned into powder in his hand in an instant.

Some remaining sharp fragments pierced into his palm, oozing blood.

"She, is there any salvation?"

He was silent for a long time, his big hand on his cheek, and his head bowed deeply.

Mo Lao was a little shocked in his heart, since Youheng's mother committed suicide, how could he have taken a woman to heart like this, almost more important than life.

Today's Youheng has become much more relaxed than before, no longer so miserable, and even the women sent by all walks of life have been driven out of the Demon Palace.

Although it was originally a reputation created by confusing the Heavenly Emperor's judgment of Youheng, he was unwilling to maintain it for the sake of that Ye Li now.

This is not a good sign, and with bonds comes constraints, and it is also a weakness.

If someone has a heart to attack Ye Li, how will Youheng choose?

This hopeless water is not incomprehensible, the Ice Silk Lotus in the Extremely Cold Domain can be dissolved, but the Ice Silk Lotus is related to life and death in the world, how can it be easily obtained?

But according to Youheng's character, even if the world is destroyed, he will not hesitate, and then the demon clan will become a sinner, and his status will be even lower than that of the netherworld, and he will be trampled on and insulted.

Before the old demon lord was annihilated, he had warned him that he would support Youheng to protect the demon race, even if it could not be stronger than the heavenly realm, and it could not become a laughing stock.

So this woman, he can't save!

Even if Youheng knew that he would kill him in the future, he would not hesitate to do it for the future of the demon race!

Now we have to stabilize him first, lest he find another way.

Mo Lao made up his mind, pretending to think of a solution, and showed a happy expression.

"There is a solution, but there are some difficulties."

"Say!"

As soon as You Heng heard that there was a way, he immediately became excited, and he didn't want to experience the desperate mood again.

As long as there is a way, let alone the difficulty, it is his life, and he can't watch Ye Li die.

He can't do it!

"The blood of the Lord of the Four Realms all has a peculiar effect, of course you are no exception, a drop of heart blood every day, take seven seven and forty-nine days in a row, to make a medicine guide, with Tianshan Snow Plum, the fire and sea of flames can be completed"

Mo Lao's face did not change and stated the wrong method, this is not an ordinary toxin, if what he said is so light, Youheng will definitely not believe it.

The best way is to let him take the blood of the heart, the blood of the heart is not ordinary, every drop lost is a hundred years of cultivation, accompanied by unbearable pain.

If he can't persevere, as he wishes, if he persists, the realm time will be invalid, he will apologize with death, and find a way to make Youheng drink the blood of his heart, which is not a loss.

"Okay, if there is a way"

Youheng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was not a difficult way to reach the sky, if no one could do it, it would be really torture.

The dagger turned out in the left hand, the porcelain bottle turned out in the right hand, the dagger was aimed at the heart, inserted into it, the sharp tip of the knife passed through the muscles, cut through the fragile heart, and the pain was a little unbearable even for Youheng, who had always been used to it.

He gritted his teeth, cast a spell in his hand, and pulled out the dagger violently, and as the knife was pulled out, a drop of blood flowed into the porcelain bottle.

The wounds on his body healed quickly, but the wound in his heart was still dripping blood, and he felt the pain of drilling his heart all the time.

Youheng's lips turned white, his teeth chattered, but his face was smiling, he was glad that he was the master of the first realm, and he was glad that he could save her.

"Where's Ah Li?"

Somehow, thoughts surged into Youheng's heart, as if he longed for a reunion after experiencing life and death, and now he wanted to hear her voice, even if it was to scold him twice.

"At this hour, I'm afraid Miss Ye has already gone to bed."