Ling Cheng smiled: "Improper use of words, if you don't learn and have no skills, you should be punished!"

The allusion to the Golden House is a promise made by Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty to Chen Ajiao, and Liu Che needed the help of Gillian's mother, Princess Guantao, so he promised her the Golden House Zangjiao. After Liu Che ascended the throne, he did build a golden house for Gillian, but he never loved her, and even hated her arrogance and unreasonableness, so that he didn't want to see her again, and the palace eventually became a cold palace.

This allusion does not imply a beautiful love story, but it is like the story of a negative person, and the night spirit actually thinks that the golden house is hidden, and it really deserves to be punished!

Ye Ling blinked innocently, first wiped the ink off his face with both hands, and then pinched Ling Cheng's handsome face, pretending to be angry and said, "Who in our family has the final say, dare to question me, and dare to punish me, I don't think you want to mess around!"

"Our family is naturally up to you, the little one knows that it's wrong, so he is ordered to build a palace for the princess, the deposit bricks and jade tiles, extravagant and luxurious, can the princess spare the little one?" Ling Cheng cooperated and begged for mercy, but took advantage of his unpreparedness to steal the incense on her lips.

"Okay, you, you're really cowardly, even this princess dares to be frivolous, see if I don't beat you!"

The night spirit stretched out his hand to slap him, but saw him consciously lean his face over, his face was a little red from her pinching, and there were black ink marks, which looked a little funny.

But she was fascinated, and she didn't know how long she could look at this face, and sadness suddenly surged into her heart, and her dark eyes immediately splashed.

Ling Cheng's smiling face instantly stiffened, and he hurriedly took her into his arms, apologizing incessantly, his heart was in turmoil.

Night Spirit pretended to smile lightly and said: "Haha, you have been deceived! This is called Bo Sympathy, my stunt is coquettish, tricky, Bo Sympathy, you said it yourself, have you forgotten?"

"No matter what the reason is in the future, I don't want to see you shed a single tear, and neither can I sympathize!" Ling Cheng announced domineeringly, and then hooked her chin and kissed her fiercely.

The slightly punitive kiss made her lips hurt, but she was still reluctant to leave, because she could feel how much sadness and deep love were carried under these words.

The jade arm had slowly climbed up to his neck, holding him tightly in front of him, and the hot and moist sweetness between his lips soaked into his heart.

She was like a frenzy, and the jade hand slowly slid to his chest, tearing his clothes indiscriminately, and the two of them had rolled to the ground in a lingering moment.

"Bang," the back of Ling Cheng's head immediately hit the ground, he opened his eyes and looked at the distracted night spirit, reason instantly overcame desire, and gently pushed her away, only then did he get up and tidy up his clothes.

The night spirit seemed to be a little unwilling, the jade hand slid on his neck again, the tip of his nose rubbed against the tip of his nose, and the cherry lips slowly approached his warm thin lips, just when she thought she was about to succeed, Ling Cheng said goodbye.

"It's not early, let's rest early!" picked her up again, and the person in his arms was a little lost at first, and then pursed his lips and chuckled.

He lay the Eidolon on the bed, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, she hung the whole person around his neck.

"Aren't you going to rest together?" she said, with a hint of shyness and anticipation in her tone.

"You! Your little face is so dirty, I'll go get water and wash it for you. Although he did not answer the question, he imprinted a kiss on her forehead with great indulgence.

Like a child about to eat candy, the night spirit let go of his hand contentedly, watching him go out to fetch water, silently waiting for him to clean his face, looking forward to what would happen next.

When Ling Cheng carried the water into the house, the uneasiness in her heart increased a little, the night spirit had been getting more and more sleepy recently, and now it was only the beginning of the unitary period, she couldn't resist the fatigue, and fell into a deep sleep.

Remembering her nosebleed for no apparent reason, he hurriedly stepped forward and put his hand on her wrist.

When he felt that the night spirit's spiritual power had gradually exhausted, his whole body trembled.

The child in her womb is actually absorbing her spiritual power and essence, and judging from her current physical condition, she may not be able to survive the birth of the child, and she will die due to the exhaustion of her spiritual power.

How could Ling Cheng let such a thing happen, his big hand slowly moved up along the night spirit's wrist, trembling and moving to her abdomen, and the spiritual power in his palm gathered.

As long as he killed the child to save her, how could an unborn child be as important as a night spirit?

His eyes moved from her bulging belly to her pale cheeks, and he suddenly smiled, and all the worries in his heart seemed to melt away in an instant.

The palm of his hand was raised slightly, and when he was about to make a move, the corner of his eye saw that the child seemed to move.

When I looked closely, I saw that the child seemed to sense his intentions, and kept protesting.

The resolute heart immediately collapsed, and the palm of the hand slowly fell, but not to take the child's life, but to caress the night spirit's abdomen.

The boy seemed to feel his affection, and finally slowly subsided.

Ling Cheng held Ye Ling's cold little hand in the palm of his hand, and kept apologizing in his mouth.

Tiger poison doesn't eat children, let alone that he is a living person.

The seven-foot man's body burst into tears at this moment, and his suppressed emotions made him collapse instantly, what kind of man is a man who can't even protect his beloved?

He kept fanning his face, and finally couldn't help but lie on the side of the bed and cry.

The night spirit slept deeply, with a smile on her face and tears in the corners of her eyes.

After a long time, Ling Chengcai raised his head, kissed her cold jade hand, and then carefully cleaned her hands with the wet Jinpa, and then hid it in the silk quilt.

Finally, he wiped the ink from her face, and the movement was gentle and delicate, as he had done many, many times.

When the pretty face returned to its previous white and smooth appearance, he finally reluctantly withdrew his hand, and immediately imprinted a kiss on her cherry lips, turned around and walked out of the room.

After laying an enchantment outside the wooden house, he went straight to Mingyang Mountain.

Twilight Han told others half a year ago that the combination of demons will incur the curse of heaven, it is he Ling Cheng who thinks that man will win the sky, everything is his own fault, then all the punishment is because he has to bear it, why should this bitter fruit be suffered by the night spirit?

Twilight Han had long expected that there would be such a day, or if it was already the day when he went to Yao, Ling Cheng began to feel that he could predict it and there must be a way to save the night spirit.

But he forgot that when he went to meet a demon from afar, he had a deeper hatred for the fox demon than any demon, so how could he come to his rescue?

......

"Master, open the door, please save Ling'er......" Ling Cheng stood in front of the Taoist temple, constantly banging on the wooden door, begging to go to Yao to help.

At this moment, he had already abandoned his original arrogance.

He had secretly sworn that he would never set foot in this place again, that person would no longer be his master.

But fate seemed to be joking with him, and sent him back again and again.

As soon as the wooden door opened a crack, a white light and shadow flickered, and Ling Cheng was immediately sent flying.

When the white figure landed, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he staggered to his feet and knelt on the ground, continuing to ask for help.

Fu Yao was still wearing a yellow robe, and the dust spun around in the air and fell into his palm.

Seeing that the once unruly and high-spirited young man was kneeling on the ground at this moment, saluting respectfully, and letting out a disdainful snort from his nose.

The twilight cold and Qi Shuang behind them also had a solemn face, so that people couldn't see their joys and sorrows.

"Ling Cheng, you are no longer my disciple to go to Yao, I can't afford this master, you can go! This is not the place you should come. ”

"Master, disciple knows that you are wrong, please save Ling'er, as long as you are willing to save her, you can punish me as much as you want, even if it is my life, you can give it to you. Ling Cheng raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Yao, his attitude was resolute, and his tone was humble.

The boy who had made a mistake and was punished by fasting and kneeling until he fainted, and he was beaten half to death and did not compromise, at this moment, he had no master, knelt in front of him to admit his mistake, and went to Yao to disdain his heart.

"Hmph, it was you who provoked the anger of the sky, I didn't have the ability to save her when I went to Yao, even if I had, I wouldn't save her!"

"Master, Buddha said that all living beings are equal, why do you have to hate demons, Ling'er is kind by nature and has never hurt anyone, she is the most simple-minded person I have ever met, please save her!" Ling Chengyan said and kowtowed three more times.

"A demon is a demon, even if you cultivate your human body, you are only a demon after all, do you think I don't know about you and that demon girl?

I can tell you right now, I expected this day a long time ago, and the reason why she has been free until now is because I want you to see clearly that the combination of humans and demons will not end well, and it is naturally impossible for humans and demons to coexist peacefully. ”

"Master......"

Ling Cheng wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Fu Yao waving his hand, "You don't need to say it anymore, I won't kill her, I won't save her, I can also tell you clearly, the demon girl can't survive the day the child is born!"

"Master, as long as you are willing to make a move, you will definitely be able to save her!" Ling Cheng was already completely panicked, and kept kowtowing to him.

"If I'm not mistaken, the demon girl is now losing her spiritual power, and in a few days, she will be full of gray hair, like an old woman.

The child in her womb is a bloody star, a lonely star in the sky, father and mother, don't talk about her, you will not die well.

If you want to live, you can just kill the child, so why bother begging me here? Hmph~"

With a wave of his sleeves, he went to Yao so resolutely, leaving no trace of affection, and also cut off Ling Cheng's only hope.

"Boom~Boom~"

Just as in response to the damnation of the heavens that I said to Yao, the originally clear sky suddenly thundered, and heavy rain poured down.

Ling Cheng knelt in the rain like this, his forehead was bleeding from the incessant kowtow just now, and under the dilution of the rain, the blood slid all the way down the tip of his nose, flowed on his cold thin lips, and dripped on his plain white clothes.

Rao is like this, he still bowed his hands and knelt on the ground upright, as if as long as he knelt for a little longer, he would come to the rescue because he couldn't bear it.

Qi Shuang's face was unwilling, his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, he raised his hand and wanted to say comfort, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't know what to say?

It would be a good thing if Ling Cheng could really kill his own children ruthlessly, so that they could all survive, and their plans to go to Yao would be interrupted, and everyone would be happy at that time.

But Qi Shuang couldn't bear to say such words, instigating a father to kill his own child, what is the difference between that and an executioner?

He paused for a moment, said nothing, turned and entered the door.

Twilight Han held up an oil-paper umbrella, walked slowly to Ling Cheng's side, stuffed a brown medicine bottle in his hand into Ling Cheng's sleeve, and said: "Blood evil is not something that ordinary abortion pills can get rid of, if you can't bear to make a move, 'Broken Sun' can help you, remember, there is only one chance!"