Purple flame, in the entire Beidou Continent, there is only one, and that is the Night Hall of the Ziwei Temple, which Yechen has, Ziwei Tianhuo.

Crape Myrtle Sky Fire, formed by condensing the power of the seven stars, has a destructive-level killing power.

It is rumored that since the birth of Xing Yuanli in the Beidou Continent, in the nearly 100,000 years of recorded history, Ziwei Tianhuo has appeared a total of five times.

Every time it appears, it will definitely bring earth-shaking changes to the Beidou Continent.

And the person who has Ziwei Tianhuo is also the chosen one, no matter who the emperor of the Ziwei Temple is, he must give way to it.

Because the owner of Ziwei Tianhuo is the real king of this continent.

Since he was born, Yechen has been destined to be the king of this continent.

Can......

Wednesday can't believe and can't believe it, how can such a king appear in front of him??

Yechen looked at him with cold eyes, and his cold voice shattered all his illusions,

"Say, who gave you the courage to dare to touch the daughter of this temple?"

A "main hall" made Wednesday's legs weak and he fell straight to the ground.

His mind went blank almost instantly, and the daughter of the main hall ......

The daughter of Her Royal Highness the Night of the Ziwei Temple...... This little girl, how could it be, how could it be......

By this time, Wednesday didn't even have the strength to open his mouth and beg for mercy.

The star master of the entire Beidou Continent, his lifelong dream is to reach the seventh-level Purple Star Bead Star Venerable and become a Star Venerable, so that he is qualified to enter the Eternal Night City and be qualified to go to the Ziwei Temple to meet the emperor,...... That is the supreme glory for the Star Master.

In his life, he never thought that he would one day meet the Night Highness of the Ziwei Temple, the future emperor.

But I never dreamed that it would be in such a situation.

Wednesday closed his eyes in despair.

"Since you don't say it, let's die!" Yechen was not in the mood to take another look at this miscellaneous, the sixth-level star master who could be used, there was no need to guess, it was the person who replaced Qing Xu's identity, his impostor's fiancée Qing Flail.

So there's no point in wasting time here on Wednesday.

With a slight movement of his mind, the purple flames quickly enveloped Wednesday and burst into flames.

Ten minutes.

He could have burned Wednesday immediately, but he wouldn't, he was going to let him wait for death in the heat of the fire for ten minutes.

He wanted him to taste the real pain before he died.

Wednesday was wrapped in a cloud of purple flames, unable to see his face clearly, nor could he hear the terrible sound.

Yechen turned around, bent down, took the little girl in his arms, and hugged her.

The little girl's clean and white face still had tears that had not dried up, and the pink princess dress was rubbed with a lot of mud and some mottled blood.

He bowed his head slightly, his lips falling on her face, and kissed away her tears.

Feeling a warmth fall on her face, Qingxiao slowly opened her eyes, but her originally inky eyes had turned purple at this time, as beautiful as an irise.

The water is full of water, with a hint of ignorance.

She stared blankly at Yechen's dream-like eyes, feeling like she was in a dream.

"Well, it's okay, when you wake up, it's all over."

His soft voice, as if it had magical power, made Qing Xiaoxiao really fall into a dream.

Yechen's hand once again covered Qingxiao's eyes.