Silent Crown Chapter 793: 1 way downwind

Farewell to the holy city, but it was less than half a year.

Half a year ago, Yunlou Qingshu walked in the holy city, graceful and beautiful, with unspeakable dignity and solemnity in every move.

Now, he is sitting on the ground unkempt, exuding a strong smell of alcohol, there is still a pool of vomit in the corner that has not been cleaned up, and the hangover is like a tramp on the street, no more demeanor and Prestige.

When Ye Qingxuan saw him, he was sitting in a place like an ancestral hall. Under his buttocks sat the table where the tribute was originally placed, but the tablets that should have enjoyed the sacrifice are now all over the place.

The place that used to be solemn and solemn is now in a mess.

The decadent old man wrung a blanket indiscriminately, opened his eyes, and looked at Ye Qingxuan who walked in. For a long time, he seemed to think of who he was, and a faint flash of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I saw you,'His Royal Highness'."

The word "His Royal Highness" is very strange, full of ridicule and malice.

"Are you Yunlou Qingshu?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an indifferent expression, trying to identify any familiar traces on his face.

"Ah, yes, it's me, it's me."

Yunlou Qingshu laughed strangely, stretched out his hand, and pointed randomly: "Just sit down, sit wherever you look comfortable... Watch your feet, you just stepped on my grandfather's tablet."

With a hangover and drunkenness, he glanced at Ye Qingxuan's touch, his messy hair covered one side of his head, looking completely funny.

"Then, what is your highness doing here?"

Although he asked, his face still had the expression that seemed to know everything.

It's boring.

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

From the beginning, it was beyond his expectation. Although Yunlou Qingshu seemed to be able to talk dozens of times, it didn't mean that he was willing to deal with a madman.

Especially, the current Yunlou Qingshu does not know how far away he is from the lunatic.

In other words, how big a difference is there?

"Beacons."

He opened his mouth and asked bluntly: "Through the fog and the beacon of the Great Wall, do you have one?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

No excuses, no thinking, or even the intention to wait for the price, Yunlou Qingshu nodded bluntly, as if being asked by another homeless man if you have lice.

Nowadays, Bai Heng has enclosed Aurora with the Great Wall, and any means to cross the mist has become impractical, whether it is a physical body crossing the ocean or an etheric projection.

From the material world to the high-level dimension, Sinian is completely enclosed, hidden behind the fog, and even ocean currents and sea areas have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Across the dark world and the long distance between the East and the West, unless Ye Qingxuan stubbornly confronts the power of the Great Wall, there is absolutely no chance.

And all fools know that it is impossible to fight against the accumulation of the entire East for hundreds of years with one person's power.

He has been excluded from the Great Wall. No, he has never even been accepted by the Great Wall. Except for the blood of heaven and human beings, he is a black household to the Great Wall and will naturally not be released.

Therefore, Ye Qingxuan could only find another way to find other ways to travel to the East.

Aside from anything else, he dared to conclude that even in this situation, Yunlou must have a beacon that can guide him and the certification that can make him pass the Great Wall.

Otherwise, where did so many Eastern smuggled goods come from for so many years?

Yunlou Qingshu understood his intentions as early as the first moment he came here, and because of this, he felt a lot of abuse and mockery in his heart.

Looking at Ye Qingxuan, it was like looking at some rare animal, "It seems that you are really affectionate for my good girl, and you actually left the queen not to look for her... what is better about her?"

Ye Qingxuan has no expression on her face. "This has nothing to do with you."

"You are right."

Yunlou Qingshu laughed sharply, "After the child grows up, it has nothing to do with his parents. As a father, he can only watch a man take her by the hand and take her away. It is really sad. . Are you right, Lord Hand of God?"

Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale.

He is a little nauseous.

It took a long time before he suppressed this nausea from his heart.

"Sorry, I am a little sick."

He waved his hand and asked, "What happened, turned you into the ghost like you are now."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Yunlou Qingshu squinted his eyes and said faintly: "Please don't care about it."

"What about outside? What's the matter with those corpses?"

"Isn't this clear at a glance?"

Yunlou Qingshu helplessly spread his hands, "Speaking of which, I will follow you Angelo to hang the rebels. The effect is really good."

"As a result...you personally transformed your Yunlou City into the ghost like it is now?"

"Is this bad?"

Yunlou Qingshu seemed to be asked about the joy of his heart, and he leaned forward and backward with a smile: "Isn't this the price I, the usurper, should pay?

No, that’s the way it should be. You see, I tried my best to win the seat of the city lord, but ruined the entire cloud tower. In the end, everyone betrayed their relatives and mad to death... This kind of ending is so classic that it should be written. This is out.

It would be better to say, if this is not the case, it will be abnormal! "

Ye Qingxuan did not speak, but looked at him, his eyes became pity.

"You can't solve the Kuroshio, right?"

He said, "For the sake of this city lord, even if you try your best to kill your father, chase your brother, or even **** your sister, turn your daughter into a marionette... …Paid all the price that could be paid, in order to control the power, in the end, it was abandoned by the power.

Without Bai Xi, you can't solve the black tide under the cloud tower.

Yunlou City will be destroyed in natural disasters because of you...your incompetence, your desires, and everything you do, right, Yunlou Qingshu? "

Yunlou Qingshu did not speak.

Faced with Ye Qingxuan's relentless ridicule and mockery, he squinted his eyes and stared at the man in front of him, his crazy face twitching with rage.

Under the pupils, red bloodshots spread like fire.

For a long time, he lowered his head, as if losing all his strength, and laughed hysterically.

"Exactly!"

He raised his hands and applauded, and he did not shy away from all the evil he had done, grinning, showing sharp canine teeth, and evil spirits like demons filled his eyes.

Obviously decadent and embarrassed so far, but his face is still full of the glory of pride and complacency for this malice.

From the bottom of my heart, I am proud of what I have done!

"This is the most commendable and commendable achievement of my Yunlou Qingshu's life! A feat that you and other ordinary people cannot match! Jiuding cooking can not redeem the evil in case!

You only made a mistake..."

He paused, and the malice in his smile appeared like a blowout, "Ye Qingxuan, if one day, the woman you love, her father is going to marry her to another person, what will happen to you?" /

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a blank face, his fingers tapped on the spine of nothingness, and the chill burst out.

"Do I have another choice?"

"It's a coincidence, I think so too, and do it like this..."

Yunlou Qingshu whistled, very happy, "Look, you are like me! This is what we have in common, and it is by no means the only one!

By the way, do you like your hair? "

Ye Qingxuan did not speak.

"I don't like it, right?"

Yunlou Qingshu understood his answer and moved forward from the desk, as if to have a long conversation with him, "Don't worry, I am better than you on this point."

Speaking, he pointed to his messy head: "Look, this gray hair...not because of pure blood, but because I am old.

This is my greatest shame, proof of being humble. "

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes impatiently, indifferent.

Yunlou Qingshu sneered.

"This is your greatest fortune, Ye Qingxuan, you have been able to grow up in Anglu since childhood...You have not become like me, even if everyone thinks you are a ‘hybrid’."

Ignoring Ye Qingxuan's indifferent expression, Yunlou Qingshu raised his hand, and dangled the messy hair hanging from his forehead, separating the solidified strands of hair, one by one.

"Before I was fifteen years old, I was cautiously hiding in places where others could not see, avoiding their sight, afraid that others would look at my face and see my hair...

The expression in their eyes changed from pity to contempt. Even those untouchables who look at you can make mockery with their eyes. Ah, look at it, this is the wild species on the mansion of Hou Ye, it is said that it is a kind of bitch, more humble than us. "

He paused for a while, and violently tore off the strand of hair, with a small piece of scalp, dripping with blood.

"Ye Qingxuan, do you know? Every time I see that kind of sight, I can't wait for me to die.

I hate myself and my mother to death, hate why that **** gave birth to me... Until she was dying, I never went to see him again.

But it wasn't until after her death that I began to regret...I regretted not loving her. You will not understand, Ye Qingxuan, you have never been alone, so you will never understand..."

He raised his eyes, his dark pupils were full of silence, there was no madness anymore, and he was sober and scary.

"In the whole world, apart from my mother, she is the only one who has loved me. Maybe it is not the love of men and women. Maybe I just saw a wild brother who was very pitiful.

In the entire Yunlou City, she is the only one who cares about me. "

In the silence, Yunlou Qingshu whispered softly.

"I married her simply because I wanted to marry her.

For this, I killed my father who had never loved me, expelled my brother who regarded me as an ant, and took it all away. I don't want the right to **** shit, I just want to be with her forever... Just like you, Ye Qingxuan, I can do whatever it takes. "

Ye Qingxuan's eyes drooped, but his face couldn't help but twitch.

Because of anger.

Because I am being compared with this kind of thing, I can't tolerate it.

He looked at Yunlou Qingshu coldly, and then glanced at the silent Yunlou Chaoyue in the corner--the girl, like a puppet, sitting in the dust, motionless, her eyes empty.

"So, do you treat her daughter like this?"

"Do you love killing Bai Xi's people?"

Yunlou Qingshu sneered and asked, "Ah, yes, I don't love them, of course I don't love them!

Just looking at them, I became mad with jealousy and hatred, thinking that the only person who loved me died because of it, I wish they never appeared in the world! "

His face was convulsive nervously, and he leaned forward, staring at Ye Qingxuan's face, "Can you feel this feeling? Ye Qingxuan...the kind of helpless anger, the kind of helpless anger in front of him. The pain of death!

Yes, I hate Chaoyue, and I hate Baixi even more, the tumor that was destined to kill her mother before she was born! "

Ye Qingxuan raised his pupils and looked at the face that was close at hand.

If there is a substantial chill spreading in the ancestral hall, the swords of the New Testament burst out, and the emptiness of chill hangs on Yunlou Qingshu’s neck.

Faced with the death close at hand, Yunlou Qingshu was still smiling with a twisted smile:

"But what can I do?

I used everything I had in exchange for a way to keep her alive, and I used everything I could to persuade her not to give birth to this and that kind of evil, and I would not hesitate to torture her and belittle her. Unwilling to give up that piece of rotten meat in the belly! ! ! "

Ignoring the silent Chaoyue in the corner, Yunlou Qingshu yelled in front of Ye Qingxuan almost furiously, "What can I do? I can only watch her go to death... and watch her abandon me! "

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan finally saw through the madness in his eyes and saw the true face of this person, and therefore wanted to mock and laugh.

"Come on, Yunlou Qingshu."

He raised his finger and flicked away the slobber hovering in front of his face, his eyes scornful, "You just can't tolerate her loving them more than loving you."

"So what?"

Yunlou Qingshu looked at him, as if describing the truth, "Isn't this the embodiment of love?"

Ye Qingxuan has no interest in seeing him anymore.

"Simply...disgusting."

"Isn't this the desire of mortals? What is it to be despised?"

Yunlou Qingshu stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "Your Excellency Hand of God, how have you ever escaped from this? Can you bear that there is another person in Bai Xi's heart that is more important than you? For that person, I would not hesitate to leave you , Don't hesitate to die?"

Gazed at Ye Qingxuan’s cold face, Yunlou Qingshu laughed hysterically, and the sharp laughter echoed in the dead city, permeating every corner, and the smell of the corpse. There was a foul-smelling remnant.

"Enough!"

Ye Qingxuan restrained himself with the best of reason.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Not because of Ye Qingxuan, but because of himself.

Yunlou Qingshu stiffened in place dull, stretched out his hand to press his throat, as if he was stuck by something, his limbs twitched involuntarily, his face was blue and it was difficult to breathe.

In the end, curled up into a ball in the dirt on the ground.

Ye Qingxuan watched him indifferently curled up on the ground like a bug, watching him endure the pain. Until the corner of Yunlou Chaoyue walked over, stretched out his hand, lifted him from the ground, pressed his palm on his back, and helped him out of the thick phlegm in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, Yunlou Qingshu lay down on the ground, vomiting foul-smelling food in pain, tears and tears.

That kind of ugly look makes people want to kick him far, never want to get closer.

"You should thank the daughter you hate. If she doesn't save you, neither will I."

Ye Qingxuan looked down at him coldly, "This is the end of the chatting time, Duke Yunlou, I am not interested in your deformed first half of your life.

Now, I’ll say again what I came from: Give me a beacon across the Great Wall, don’t let me get it by myself. "

Yunlou Qingshu finally finished vomiting.

"Do you want this?"

He sat down while he vomited the filth, and the tears and snot on his face were not even wiped off~IndoMTL.com~ reached out and took out the jade card representing his identity, shook it in his hand, full of twisted smile With malice.

Then, he threw it at Ye Qingxuan's feet.

He didn't put forward his own price code, and didn't have any requirements, so he threw the things that represented his orthodox identity into the dust.

"Congratulations, you have got it."

Yunlou Qingshu smiled and waved goodbye: "Go, Lord Ye, go and pursue your big dream!

There will be truth there, waiting for you.

To be sacrificed to the so-called thousand-year destiny by a group of things that have long been rotten to the point that there is no ashes, hahahaha... it's all a bad joke! "

Until Ye Qingxuan walked out of the city lord’s mansion, he could still hear Yunlou Qingshu’s frantic laugh on the tall buildings behind him: "I wish you a good journey!"

He looked back at the dead city one last time, then turned and left.

No more nostalgia.

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Half a day later, a man named Jiuying boarded the castle lord's pavilion, and the burly man who looked like a giant bowed his head and looked down at Yunlou Qingshu, who was immersed in spirits and filth.

"He has gone?"

Yunlou Qingshu lowered his head and sang to himself without speaking, as if he hadn't seen him at all.

"I understand."

He nodded slightly.

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On that day, a raging fire ignited from the bottom of Yunlou City, burning the bones, layer by layer, and the flame licked the city like iron, tearing it to pieces from the bottom to the top.

The fire burned for three days and nights, and all the magnificence and brilliance of the past were buried in this high-walled brazier.

In the end, the embers floated into the sky, melted into the rain clouds, and descended into the sea.

Among the ruins, there is no more gorgeous sight.

Only the dead soul wandered, hoarse singing echoed day and night.