Gao Leng school grass: the reborn empress is not easy to mess with

Chapter 347 377 Millennium killing, just for one you
Leng Yungui opened his eyes with difficulty, raised his hand to wipe away the teardrops for Xiao Xie, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Xie seemed to be taken aback: "Your Highness..."

Leng Yungui didn't answer, but shouted at Li Wang who was standing in front of the main hall: "I am already a dying person... Your goal has been achieved...cough...cough...I just ask you to let Ah Xieke go good?"

When Yan Xie heard Leng Yungui's words, she panicked even more: "Your Highness, what are you going to do, Your Highness!"

Leng Yungui put his arms around Zao Xie's neck, pressed him to himself, and said softly: "As long as you live, I will have no regrets in this life."

Hearing Leng Yungui's begging for mercy, King Li laughed loudly: "Of course, but I want him to use up his spiritual power, so he won't threaten me!"

The two were stunned when they heard the words, Leng Yungui's lips moved slightly: "Ah Xie..."

For a practitioner, wouldn't the abolishment of spiritual power be equivalent to killing him?

Yan Xie lowered his head, hugged Leng Yungui tightly, and chuckled lightly as if he had made up his mind: "Your Highness, Ah Xie already has no spiritual power and doesn't need to waste it..."

Leng Yungui's vision became more and more blurred, he just looked at Xia Xie and slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Xie held Leng Yungui's face in his hands, tears kept falling on Leng Yungui's pale face, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, evoking a strange smile.

"Your Highness... I will live according to your words, you must come to me."

When the spiritual power covering the entire imperial city slowly dissipated and everyone gathered, they saw the white-clothed boy fainted on top of the black-clothed boy's body, and the two hugged each other tightly.

In that battle, blood flowed into rivers in the formerly prosperous imperial city, and Yan Xie was thrown into the cold river of the polar region thousands of miles away. If he was not killed, it would be the same as killing him.

Yan Xie was still wearing the blood-stained tattered white clothes, walking aimlessly, with no agility in his eyes, like a dead person, the golden core in his body had long been destroyed, and he could no longer gather a trace of spiritual energy.

In this life, even in the ten years of humble life, he has never been in such a mess.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xie finally lost his strength and passed out on the glacier again.

In the darkness, a voice echoed around him.

"You're going to die soon."

"I know……"

"You still have to wait for someone."

"I can't wait..."

"If you are willing to do what I say, I can guarantee that you will never grow old and die. No one in this world can match you."

Yan Xie suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He was surrounded by purple-black devilish energy, which was so powerful that he had never seen it before.

Yan Xie's eyes trembled slightly: "I want to become stronger, no matter what the conditions are, I am willing."

The voice seemed to laugh suddenly: "Okay, then you have to hold back."

As soon as the words fell, the devilish energy that had been hovering around Xiao Xie violently rushed into his body.

Yan Xie supported the ground with one hand, his headache was about to split, but he remained motionless.

One month later, there were rumors in the world that an evil god was born in the polar region, and where he passed, blood flowed like a river, and not a blade of grass grew.

At that time, King Li had already ascended the throne as emperor, fatuous and violent.

One day, when people were singing and dancing in the palace, a person walked in slowly, dressed in white, as if he was still the handsome young man in everyone's deepest memory.

On that day, a fire broke out in the main hall of the imperial palace, which lasted for a month and almost burned the entire imperial city, leaving only the bedroom of His Royal Highness Yungui in the East Palace intact.

It is rumored that the person who set the fire was the first general of the former dynasty who died when he forced the palace last time...

Yan Xie has been waiting for Leng Yun to return, immortal, waiting for thousands of years, and slaughtering for thousands of years.

Until that day, amidst the corpses and blood all over the ground, a young man in ragged clothes stood upright, watching the murderer slowly approaching him, half-knelt in front of him, and smiled softly: "Yun Gui ..."

The boy said slowly: "My name is Mo Shang."

(End of this chapter)