The abandoned concubine was actually Wang Zhuang: the paranoid prince was dumbfounded and chased aft

Gong Yuanhui burst into tears in his heart, no, this prince likes women.

But there was no way, he was too concerned about Yehuang and it was too suspicious, so he could only make a small sacrifice.

He didn't dare to look at Ye Huang, his face turned red with shame, and he felt sick.

But Yehuang's face is indeed beautiful.

If he puts on women's clothes, no one will doubt that he is a man.

The butterfly spirit carries the person in, and then once the door is closed, no one can enter and disturb.

When he arrived here, Gong Yuanhui suddenly became nervous.

"Does the high priest mean what he says?"

Duanmu Feixue smiled and said, "Who knows?"

……

The room was dark, with only the golden butterfly shining faint light. The high priest was in the hibiscus tent and could not see clearly. He could only vaguely see a figure.

There were two men in black standing on both sides of the bed. They were also transformed into butterflies. Their bodies exuded a strong black aura, which made people very uncomfortable.

Like in a dark hell.

Yehuang was still lying on the butterfly stretcher. The high priest was right in front of him, but unfortunately he couldn't move.

"Want to kill me?" A laughter like the sound of an empty valley came from the warm tent.

The voice was childish, like a child's.

Yehuang stared at him for a moment. Is the high priest a child?
Is she Duanmu Feixue's daughter?
Yehuang quickly guessed the identity of the other party, and Yehuang was shocked and couldn't believe it.

How could they be fucked like this by a child?
"Don't be ridiculous, High Priest. I am the meat on the chopping board now. How you want to be slaughtered depends on your mood." Yehuang chuckled.

Lingyue stared at him coldly, her small figure sitting on the bed, but there was a soul from a thousand years ago living in her body.

The pressure exuded at this moment is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

Even Ye Huang felt a sense of fear.

"You're in pretty good shape."

"There are not many people who can withstand the spirit bone."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and a blade light cut his wrist, causing blood to gush out.

Ye Huang only felt something scratching on his wrist, and saw the man in the tent licking the blood on his fingertips.

"I see, he has the blood of the Bai family."

"We witches are most particular about blood. People with pure blood will have stronger spiritual power."

"The ability of the witch is even more powerful than that of the phoenix. Do you want to save your father?"

Yehuang frowned slightly and couldn't understand what she was talking about.

Lingyue chuckled, "Your father's soul is bound for a certain period of time, and there is no way to break free. As a son, don't you want to save him?"

"Even if I die, I still want to be with her. She is so infatuated!"

Yehuang's expression changed, "What do you mean? My father has died a long time ago. What kind of soul restraint are you talking about?"

"We witches can see the future and the past that others cannot see, and our divination ability is far superior to that of Xuanmen people. They are just half-baked people who don't know where they came from, and there is no way they can be compared with us." Lingyue laughed loudly, " I can see your father's soul screaming. What a poor man! He cannot be reincarnated."

As she spoke, she added some blood to her fingertips.

"You can feel it in the blood in your body! Because father and son are connected by blood."

"Living people can't feel it, but I can because I'm a miko."

Yehuang's mind was going crazy, "Didn't you say you wanted to lift the forbidden spell for me?"

"You do not believe?"

Lingyue snorted softly, got off the bed, and walked up to him with a small figure, "Then I will let you see him." "You..."

Yehuang was even more shocked when he saw her. She was really a little girl.

When he was shocked, the other person's little fingertips pressed against his forehead, "Look into my eyes."

Yehuang suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and a flash of spiritual light flashed. When he opened his eyes again, he was in an unknown place.

There is a cute little girl next to her. Looking at her this way, she can see her face more clearly.

On the surface, she looks like an innocent little girl.

Wearing a black robe, it feels very heavy and depressing, lacking the aura of a girl.

"See for yourself."

Ye Huang raised his eyes and saw the Dongmo Kingdom in the past. He saw his father, Ye Jiuxiao, still the prince of the Night King.

Along with him was Feng Mingwei...the two of them were leaning against each other. The scene was extremely warm and unreal.

"Master..."

"That's right, it's Feng Mingwei. During this time, she was brought back to the Night King's Mansion by your father."

"She lives in the Night King's Mansion. Your father can see her every day. This is his happiest time."

"And Feng Mingwei here... is just a figment of your father's imagination."

This is just a memory space.

Ye Jiuxiao's soul stayed here and never dispersed.

Feng Mingwei loves him very much here, so he doesn't want to leave.

Yehuang looked at his father with a happy smile on his face, as if he was still alive in this world. He really couldn't believe it.

Could it be an illusion created by her Phantom Butterfly?
Lingyue knew that he didn't believe it, so she raised her hand and waved the screen away.

"I don't know your father, how can I create the illusion he wants? Even if I can use the Phantom Butterfly to create the illusion, I can't create his feelings."

"Because the Phantom Butterfly can only immerse living people in dreams, and it is impossible to cause hallucinations in a dead soul."

Yehuang still understood, "If you show me these, what are you going to do?"

Lingyue blinked, "You don't want to save him?"

"If this is my father's choice, why should I break the life he wants?"

How sad it would be if even as a ghost you couldn't choose the life you want and be with the person you like!
Regardless of whether it was true or not, as long as his father was happy, that was enough.

He himself also yearns for such a life, where he can be with the people he likes forever after death.

Lingyue stared at him for a while, then the corners of her lips curved, "What if this is the case?"

In a blink of an eye, Ye Huang arrived at a wedding room covered in red silk.

There was a bride in front of her. She lifted her red hijab and saw Feng Mingxi's gentle and bright smile. "Yehuang, I'm here to marry you."

Yehuang froze. The feeling was so real that he was shocked. He stretched out his hand to touch it and found that he could move, and the human body in his arms was warm.

This doesn't feel like a hallucination.

what happened?

"Xier..."

"Yes, I'm here. Yehuang, I miss you so much."

"We will never be apart again."

He knew clearly that this was an illusion, but he didn't want to leave. (End of chapter)