Murong Jiu knew very well that the 'he' in Ye Qinghuan's mouth was referring to his deceased royal brother, Murong Ye.

"You can disown this king, the ninth uncle, but you can't disown your father." Murong Jiu put down the fold he had been pinching in his hand, his expression was cold and serious, "As for the relationship between this king and your father...... Originally, it was not deep. ”

Ye Qinghuan blinked, thinking to himself, how could this Murong Jiu, the entire iceberg face paralysis king, have a good relationship with his brother?

I don't know what happened to Murong Jiu's attitude towards her 'father'.

Sure enough, Murong Jiu's next sentence made Ye Qinghuan instantly understand all the reasons.

"Your father, the king, died because he blocked a deadly poisonous arrow for this king."

I see!

Ye Qinghuan completely understood, because Murong Jiu owed a life, or his brother's life, so he always kept in mind the other party's last words before he died, and he must do it.

It seems that the more ruthless a person is, the more affectionate he is once he is emotional.

"You told me so generously, aren't you afraid that I will ask for you?" Ye Qinghuan smiled, and from this moment on, he also felt that Murong Jiu was not so heinous.

At least, he knew about Entu, which she appreciated.

Murong Jiu slowly showed a smile, his expression suddenly became lazy and casual, a temperament emanating from his bones, making people feel that he was so noble that it was out of reach.

"If Huanhuan must be, the king's life can also be given to Huanhuan."

Murong Jiu seemed to say this sentence very casually, but Ye Qinghuan had no doubt about the sincerity of this sentence.

His delicate countenance perfectly interprets what 'momentum' is, and this is a man who makes people want to surrender.

So, in order to reconcile with this man who still understands Entubao, Ye Qinghuan said his true thoughts to people for the first time: "It's not that I don't know how good this identity is, and it's not that I don't want it, it's just that the taste of going from heaven to hell is not pleasant." ”

Her tone was serious, and her little face was full of sincerity.

All this means that every word she says is true.

Murong Jiu's eyes sank slightly, and he seemed to have some understanding of Ye Qinghuan's concerns, and this concern was the last thing he wanted to think about at the moment.

"Of course you hope that I am really Murong Qinghuan, so that you don't have to live in that promise for the rest of your life. As for me, I don't want to go back to my old home. Ye Qinghuan shrugged his shoulders, "But what if one day, there is conclusive evidence that I am not Murong Qinghuan?" ”

"There won't be that day!" Murong Jiu's always cold expression cracked, and there seemed to be a touch of irritability in his pure black eyes.

Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly: "You are not a god, you can't predict what will happen in the future." ”

This sentence, Ye Qinghuan is really right.

In the future, neither she nor Murong Jiu expected it.

"Nine Emperor Uncle, you are so good to me now, but if one day in the future, you find out that I am not the Murong Qinghuan you are looking for, what will you do to me?" Ye Qinghuan looked deeply into Murong Jiu's black cold eyes, paused word by word, and asked seriously.

Ye Qinghuan's question was like a boulder weighing a thousand catties, smashing into Murong Jiu's heart lake, which had always been calm and unaffected by anything.

Although all the evidence points to her being Murong Qinghuan, what if she is really not?

What would he do to her?