"I know the falling snow and the splendor, but the nightingale sings... I remember him saying that he killed his master with his own hands, but why didn't he tell me..."

Xiao Bingyu recalled in a daze.

Zhiruo sat down and poured herself a glass of wine: "Why? It's been more than 300 years since His Majesty Yingge died......"

Xiao Bingyu lifted his robe and sat next to him.

Nine hundred years ago, the Dark Clan lost the fairy weapon used by the Falling Snow, the Falling Snow Heartfelt Sword, the Nightingale Song remembered the old man, and sent people out to look for a few days without any news, until he heard a little news, so he went to the Doomsday City of the Dark Clan alone, and inadvertently rescued Feng Yi, who was chased and killed by demon beasts.

Feng Yi was very clever and pleasing to her, the nightingale song at that time and he liked to watch excerpts, Feng Yi invited her to watch the play together for three days, the love in the play was lingering, sweet words outside the play, the nightingale song was so carefully cared for by a man, he was moved by affection, and loved him with everything he had.

Feng Yi was using her, her beauty, her strength, and her status all drove him crazy, and a well-designed situation began.

Using her feelings to constantly step on her shoulders to climb to the highest position of the Dark Clan, and even make a Dark Feather Lotus for him that only the Night King of the Dark Clan and his next Night King are qualified to wear, such benefits did not make Feng Yi put away his ambitions, he also wanted more, wanted the position of the Night King, Nightingale Song fell into his tenderness step by step, listened to his lies step by step, and loved to the point of madness.

Ye Xifeng didn't like his master to become a madman, and he hit Feng Yi three times and twice, constantly sending his own shadow to kill him.

But how can it be so easy? Feng Yi had the "Jade Bead Drop", a token of love given to him by Nightingale Song, this bead could not only speed up his cultivation, but also block the power of the immortals below the lord for him, even if Ye Xifeng wanted to kill him at that time, it was a little difficult.

He has always been very resistant to emotions when the snow and the splendid things happened, many times, Gu Yue and Zhiruo passed by the palace of the nightingale song, and often heard her helpless cry, she grabbed Ye Xifeng's hand and cried in a low voice, I don't know if I was comforting him or comforting myself, and muttered over and over again: "... He said, as long as he gives him the position of the Night King, he will marry me, Feng'er, will you agree? You're going to let me get Xinfu, aren't you? He said, he will always love me, I am so painful, I only have this one chance, I don't want the Dark Clan...... I just want him..."

Ye Xifeng looked at her calmly, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the crying beauty, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said coldly: "Master, the Yun family has a love water, you drink it." ”

This is what he says most often, whenever the nightingale song collapses, he only has this sentence on his lips, so that she can forget Feng Yi and come back to life.

Nightingale Song shook off his hand and swept the wine glass on the table to the ground, listening to the broken porcelain, she looked up to the sky and cried bitterly: "Ah——!!! Why! Why don't you love me! If you don't love me, why do you still provoke me! If you don't love me, why keep being nice to me! Why! Why!! Do you know that I really love you! Do you know that I really can't kill you with any cruelty to you——! ”

Tears rolled down her face unscrupulously, she couldn't stop, she knelt on the ground in pain, clutching her chest, like a knife constantly cutting her heart, dripping with blood, she couldn't hide if she wanted to, she could only keep torturing herself.

Every time she is sad and painful, she will always take a knife to rip off the flesh on her body, the old wounds have not healed and the new injuries have fallen, and repeatedly, every now and then, Feng Yi will always kneel in front of her palace to beg her for forgiveness, and promise to treat her well in the future, he still has Lingding on the ground, and when he kneels, he will continue to absorb his strength and essence blood, even if he cultivates to a powerful immortal, he will lose blood and die in less than twelve hours.

He expected that Nightingale Song would not really ignore him, so he knelt during the day until late at night, until it was almost twelve hours, and at night, she would appear.

Until one day three hundred years ago, I don't know where Feng Yi heard the news - using the dark attribute immortal of the dark clan to sacrifice the blood moon can obtain more powerful power, higher power than the lord.

He longed for such power, and even went crazy about it, telling Nightingale Song that for the first and last time, in the Water Lotus Mountain of the Dark Clan, he would marry her.

There is no gorgeous wedding, no one's blessing, and no one even knows that His Majesty Nightingale, the invincible and unstoppable Night King of the Dark Clan, is married.

She disappeared quietly for more than three months, Ye Xifeng couldn't find her anywhere, and just as she was about to make all her efforts to let the dark attribute immortals go to the Six Realms to find her, she came back, no longer haggard before, and told them with a happy look on her face: "I'm pregnant." ”

Gu Yue's group of people were shocked and angry, and asked her to break off the relationship with Feng Yi, and Nightingale Song shook her head firmly: "We are married, he loves me!" I have both his children and he will not abandon me again. ”

Yan Hao couldn't wait to go out and beat Feng Yi to death, so he ran to Ye Xifeng's palace and kept chanting: "Your Highness, Feng Yi must be killed no matter what, otherwise His Majesty Yingge will do even more crazy things sooner or later if he continues like this." ”

Ye Xifeng didn't speak, slowly tore off a red delicate flower, slowly pulled it into his palm, and kept clenching it hard, the force was so great that every drop of red and piercing blood flowed out of his fingers and didn't seem to feel anything.

He stood on the windowsill, the sun shone obliquely on his pale face, looking at the scenery outside the window expressionlessly, without any sadness and anger, very calm, calm to make people frightened and tremble.

Yan Hao was most afraid of him like this, and after standing for a while, he hurriedly retreated and left, thinking that he would only show such emotions when he was completely disappointed in His Majesty Yingge, and that night, the sky was very dark, the stars were very bright, and it seemed that tomorrow would also be a sunny day.

He slowly and gracefully entered Nightingale Song's dormitory, summing up her life.

Even the child in her belly showed no mercy, one corpse and two lives, and he killed it very easily, just like pinching two ants to death.

Absorbed the power of the nightingale song.

It was a sudden downpour of rain on a good day, and the huge thunder and blinding lightning in the sky were constantly staggered, and each huge thunder seemed to hit everyone's heart, and the air seemed to be filled with the sweet smell of blood.