Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1745: Yao Shun

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When Ye Chen woke up, it was already early in the morning, the earth was dark, and there was a faint light slanting on his face.

Walking out of the room, I saw a warm scene.

In front of the stove, Chu Ling stood still, chopping vegetables with a scarf, just like a virtuous wife, making breakfast for her husband.

The breeze is blowing, her hair is touching, quiet and beautiful.

The picture is pleasing to the eye and the Ye Chen is a bit intoxicated.

He ca n’t remember how long he has n’t eaten her cooking.

Going too far, too far away, the past is blurred in the years, and the pitiful tenderness in memory is also vicissitudes.

It's almost time, Ye Chen takes a deep breath, and Chu Ling'er is unsealed, so it's time to return to the heavens, and is full of longing for the future.

"You're awake." Chu Ling'er looked sideways and smiled.

"You are so beautiful at the moment." Ye Chen smiled.

"Go wash your hands and eat." Chu Ling smiled softly.

Breakfast is very warm, Ye Chen is like a hungry ghost tossing, braising rice, gobbling up and sweeping the table.

Chu Ling smiled a little, far-fetched, and there was a trace of mist in his eyes, hoping to make breakfast for him every day.

At this moment, she almost said that the child in her belly is Ye Chen, but she resisted it and wanted to cry.

"You don't want to eat." Ye Chen looked up and asked in amazement.

"Eat." Chu Ling lowered his eyes and sipped the bitter fish soup.

Soon, a ray of wind blew, and a purple-haired young man appeared.

He was wearing a mask, but he didn't see his face, only to see his eyes, deep like a starry sky, boundless and boundless.

Ye Chen's side head, sweeping up and down, can't break its bloodline, and can't see its cultivation behavior, only that he is mysterious and terrible.

"Disturbed." Zifa Youth spoke, his words were plain, Gu Jing's eyes were waveless, and there was no trace of it.

"Which one ..." Ye Chen asked, putting down the tableware.

"My name: Yao Shun." Zifa Youth said lightly.

"Yao Shun?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, and he thought about it for a second or two, and was very sure that he had never heard of this name.

Underworld is really a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, another terrifying existence.

"I don't know why your friends are here," Ye Chen said.

"Come and meet my wife." Yao Shun said, looking at Chu Ling.

"Wife?" Ye Chen frowned and looked at Chu Ling'er. Obviously, the wife Yao Shun said was her.

When he looked at him, Chu Ling got up, but he dared not look directly at his eyes, nibbling at his teeth, "Ye Chen, sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Ye Chen's eyes did not squint.

"I was pregnant with his child." Chu Ling lowered his eyes.

"Then I killed him." Ye Chen smiled warmly.

"Sorry, I love him more in this life." Chu Ling whispered, took Yao Shun's arm, turned and walked outside the garden.

"Ghost talk continues." Ye Chen stepped forward in one step, like a ghost, blocking the way of the two, and the murderous came out.

"I don't love you anymore, believe it or not." Chu Ling said.

"Isn't he intimidating you." Ye Chen ignored Yao Shun, only looked at Chu Ling, staring at him, his eyes sharp as a sword.

"With the presence of Emperor Huanghuang, no one in the underworld dares to intimidate us."

"That's the case, let him disappear." Ye Chen's eyes were red, his momentum rose to the peak, killing intent was violent and dead, and it was cold and boneless, which made the world and Icy.

"The relationship between Qianchen is over, so why not gather together?" Chu Ling's tone was indifferent, one step ahead of Yao Shun.

As the words fell, in her hand, a fairy sword manifested in her hands, clambering and moving, slightly raised, the sword pointed directly at Ye Chen.

The body of Ye Chen trembles, and his eyes are filled with tears at the speed visible to the naked eye, blurring his vision.

This is the first time in the past three hundred years of this life. She pointed at her with a sword. Although she had n’t stabbed it, she felt like a sword.

Her eyes are merciless and indifferent, like a sword in her hand, with a cold light shining, that is killing intent, very cold.

"Chu Ling, are you going to kill me?" Ye Chen's words were hoarse and hoarse, peaking momentum, with her sword, disappeared.

"I am Yao Shun's wife, he is the father of my child, if you kill him, I will kill you." Chu Ling's words were cold.

"I don't believe it." There were tears in Ye Chen's eyes. He walked slowly and ran into her blade, puncturing his chest.

One inch, two inches, three inches, his pace never decreases.

Every step forward, the Immortal Sword pierced one point, until the tip of the sword, stabbed from behind him, covered with bright golden blood.

"Since you and I are separated by a sword, I will move closer."

It wasn't until the end of the sword that he settled down, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, watching Chu Ling, full of eyes tears, and blood.

"You can't stop my heart if you stop me." Chu Ling said indifferently, looking at Ye Chen's eyes mercilessly.

"Even if you are careless, you are also Ye Chen." Ye Chen raised his **** hand and slowly touched Chu Ling's cheek.

"What is the point of having a puppet." Chu Ling whispered coldly and pulled out the Immortal Sword without any hesitation.

Blood thin, shocking, Ye Chen kicked back, staggered, half kneeled on the ground, spit blood.

The power of the Quasi Emperor sword, how arrogant, killing intent is dead.

Chu Ling didn't say a word, and led Yao Shun out of the garden step by step.

From beginning to end, she didn't look back, glancing at Ye Chen.

Behind, the Ye Chen is like a carved stone statue. Ren Feng is raging, motionless, only blood and tears are dripping, and the Holy Body is splashed.

Messy black hair, covering half of his face, fluttering and falling leaves, wafting into snow and white, stained with vicissitudes of wind and dust.

The kind of pain is crueler than Ling later, and the mind is also chaotic. It is on the verge of collapse, and it is only to be swallowed up.

Outside the park, someone came, but it was Zhao Yun. Seeing this picture, he hurried forward, raised his hand, and pressed it on the shoulder of Ye Chen.

What happened, Zhao Yun frowned, not knowing what happened.

Ye Chen smiled, laughing a little crazy, like a lunatic.

Outside the ghost town, Chu Ling's face was pale, and her body could not help shaking, her beautiful eyes were no longer indifferent, and she was filled with crystal tears.

This is what Emperor Huang asked her to help: let Ye Chen witness himself and push him into the bottomless abyss, the deeper the injury, the better.

Yes, this is a drama, a big drama, it is being shown to Ye Chen, to help him in the collapse, Nirvana transformation again.

Cruel, cruel indeed, the pain is heartbreaking.

As Chu Ling said, he has suffered through all kinds of hardships and injuries, and this blow is undoubtedly devastating.

No one knows whether he can bear it, whether it is collapsed or Nirvana, this is a robbery, more terrible than the Jidao Emperor.

Her heart is even more painful than Ye Chen. She is obviously his child, but she can't say it. Not only can't she say it, but also use it as a sharp blade and insert it into his chest.

In the belly, their child was crying, seemingly feeling the pain of his father and mother, and the fear from the unknown.

Chu Ling covered Yukou and tried not to cry.

She didn't need to look back, she knew that Ye Chen's hair was white, she was covering her chest, and she growled in pain, like a ghost wailing.

"Senior, you wiped his memory! Let him forget, don't let him suffer again." Chu Ling nearly begged.

This remark is to Yao and Shun. The so-called Yao and Shun are a kind of dharma emperor of Emperor Huang, which hides the true face with a mask.

"He needs to experience it for himself. This is the suffering he should have crossed. If he can't get out of this situation, he can't step on those six reincarnations." Di Huang shook his head and sighed. As a senior, he couldn't bear it.

"How to finish it." Chu Ling looked at Emperor Huang hopefully.

"Until he sees ... there is no Chu Ling, until his heart ... really puts down, so he can be considered to be virtuous."