My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Thanks to the cause and effect of the last regicide, Queen Wu could die so quickly under the blood of the Phoenix. Yan Conling acted cautiously, half-crouching down and carefully examining the remaining traces, fearing that the other party might still have a back-up plan to fake another corpse.

Worried that the fire would burn her, Ning Mingche carefully tried to take it back.

In the past, he would only set fires, and they would always be out of control.

This was my first time, and I didn’t expect it to be successful all of a sudden.

Yan Conling rummaged through the pile of burnt black things, not missing any trace of evil. He only took the time to look up and said, "Third Senior Brother, you are making rapid progress this time."

Click, click, the prince took out a pear from somewhere and gnawed it. Hearing this, his mouth broke again, "That's right, the boy's body is gone, of course it will be quick."

Yan Conling:...

Yue Lingheng:......

The scene fell into dead silence for a moment.

Something quite explosive was said so calmly.

"Father!!!"

Ning Mingche was so angry that she wanted to slap the pear into her father's mouth so that he could plug his leaky mouth from time to time.

"Don't talk nonsense, okay!"

As for my biological father, how did he keep the matter of being a phoenix blood under wraps for so many years?
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The eldest prince didn't have the slightest consciousness, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Damn, you kid, you just love face so much that you will suffer. This girl will not be responsible for you... Look at the one in Ling'er's house , learn more from others.”

"what!"

Ning Mingche covered her face with her hands, boiled the kettle and screamed.

The inspection was almost done and it was confirmed that Queen Wu would not sit up repeatedly. Yan Conngling clapped his hands, and just holding the long sword, he quickly dug out the magic heart bell in the formation's eyes, and suddenly a slender, bright red puppet line was exposed underneath...

Her expression changed.

Not far away, Tu's father hurriedly ran over, his pale lips trembling and his head sweating profusely, as if he had just experienced a near-death escape, "Miss Yan! You asked me to sneak into the palace secretly, I saw it! That person is... "

Before he finished speaking, a sword light fell from the sky.

Yue Lingheng flew forward and blocked the sword. Tu's father was pushed out with force and rolled several times on the ground.

"Master-in-law!"

The other party was quite skilled. Yue Lingheng was originally lacking in talent in swordsmanship, and blood quickly spread on his snow-white sleeves.

"Brother!"

Ning Mingche drew his sword and stood in front of him. His solemn expression turned into great shock when he felt the familiar sword energy that had not dissipated, and even his pupils trembled.

"This, this is..."

Although Tu's father could not say it out loud, as soon as the sword energy came out, everyone knew the answer in their hearts.

Yan Conngling held his sword and was about to step out of the formation, but was blocked back as expected. She calmly raised her eyes and met the eyes of the young man in elegant robes.

"Uncle."

"Uncle?" Ning Mingche clenched her fists and was about to rush forward with a mute voice, "Why!"

Naturally, those who can enter Yunshan cannot be taken away from them, nor can they be extremely vicious people from the beginning. So, there is only one answer...betrayal.

The fat prince, who had just been leisurely chewing pears and teasing his son, quickly took his son back and stared at him warily.

Xuan Fenghe's eyebrows were gentle, "I didn't expect that Junior Brother still had a secret."

He didn't come back often enough to notice such a phoenix blood. It was only because Yunshan was poor that Xuanyuezi accepted such a disciple for the sake of livelihood.

The younger the Phoenix blood is, the less obvious it is. As long as it doesn't lose control, it will be difficult for others to detect it.

Ning Mingche was tightly protected in his arms by his father. But the young man clearly understood love and hate, his eyes were red and he roared, "Why on earth!"

Although he usually doesn't say it, he respects several teachers the most and cannot accept the betrayal of his mentor. "Good boy, don't be so excited." Xuan Fenghe smiled and comforted as patiently as before, but the next sentence was horrifying, "Don't worry, my uncle won't kill you."

"My uncle has watched you all grow up, and my uncle is reluctant to do anything."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped laughing.

"Ahua."

The moment the black-robed figure appeared, Ning Mingche finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.

Chi Hua, who was urgently summoned from the Styx, was carrying two cold swords on his back. The ghostly aura throughout his body seemed incompatible with this worldly world. Her eyes fell on the field, and she was stunned for a moment, "Uncle..."

"Do you still remember what you promised to your uncle?"

"...Remember." She lowered her head in a submissive manner, "Chihua's life was given by his uncle, and everything is at your command."

"That's good." Xuan Fenghe smiled, raised his hand and pointed, "Kill them."

"Uncle?"

The sharpest sword stood there, and his voice finally had a slight ups and downs, "Junior brother and the others..."

Xuan Fenghe stared at her, with a hint of temptation in his soft tone, "They are the ones the uncle wants to kill now. Can't Ahua do it for the uncle?"

Chi Hua said no more.

She silently raised her sword.

Ning Mingche was greatly shocked, "Senior sister? Senior sister, are you crazy!"

When the sword light fell, Yue Lingheng gritted his teeth and tried to stop it.

Chi Hua was a prodigy in swordsmanship, and only Yan Conngling could compete with him among his fellow sect members. He couldn't resist and took several steps back, blood surging in his chest.

"Your Majesty, please take Che'er away first!"

Without any hesitation, the eldest prince dragged his son who refused to leave and left, "Oh, don't be so stubborn, my little ancestor. There is no more blood to be released today. If we stay here, it will only hinder us."

He grabbed his son and ran away.

The round body shape is much more flexible than expected.

Chi Hua did not chase after him, but just stared at the junior brother in front of him, "Being kind and soft-hearted is a fatal weakness."

Those who practice swordsmanship often have blood on their hands. But Yue Lingheng has never killed anyone, and now he is even more unable to kill a fellow sect member he has known since childhood.

She is teaching and reminding.

The young man shook his head, "Senior sister knows that I can't compare to you."

Cold light struck him again, and the other party's voice was as cold as ice, "Cowardice is more deadly."

The two of them walked away gradually.

To be more precise, one is chasing and the other is escaping.

Xuanfenghe withdrew his interested gaze and looked at the girl who was still trapped in the formation with a smile, "After so many years, Heng'er is still the same. Now there are only two of us left, Ling'er, come and talk to our uncle say something."

Another thing that is pressing in my eyes.

There is only a palm-sized wooden puppet, which is obviously Xuan Fenghe's magic weapon.

Yan Conling raised his head and asked, "Was it you back then?"

"Just like Hua'er, you were rescued by your uncle." The young man blinked, and he had a good appearance, sitting high in the clouds without being stained by filth. But the growing smile in the dark eyes was like a devouring evil ghost, "Good Ling'er, you are indeed smart."

At about the same age, when Ning Mingche was still angrily asking why, she immediately thought of it.

"It's a pity that you, like me, should have been in the same group as my uncle."