Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Five Let Me Rest in Peace

Yancheng, the imperial capital, is on the main street.

Ling Yu's whole body seemed to be rejuvenated, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he ran wildly with the crowd.

From time to time, I would knock down some people. After saying sorry, I continued to walk fast.

Wait for me, wait for me, this time I won't let you down again.

Ling Yu thought over and over again in his heart, his expression was dignified, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Ten years ago, he failed someone's heart and scarred the person he loved the most.

Ten years later, her wedding date is approaching, and she is about to marry the most powerful prince in the dynasty.

He lives like a year, suffering from pain every day. The cause he planted ten years ago has achieved today's fruit.

It made him miserable, and he spent every day and night in torment and regret.

Today, Linglong finally gave him another chance, this time no matter what, he must grasp it.

After leaving the city gate, Ling Yu didn't stop at all, and went straight to the place agreed with Linglong.

The outline of Yancheng in the rear was a little blurred, and beside the rushing Yanhe River, he finally saw the figure of the beautiful woman.

Wearing a red dress, Qianying was thin, looking at the river, silent.

exquisite!

Under the setting sun, let this beautiful woman put on a feather coat woven by the sunset. A hundred miles away, Ling Yu was startled when he saw Linglong's back.

No longer caring about much, with the power of running with all his strength, he came to the front in a moment.

"Sister Linglong, I'm sorry."

As the distance got closer, Ling Yu felt unbearably guilty and choked up.

"Ten years ago, I shouldn't have let you go... Come with me, this time I will never let you down!"

At the end of the speech, Ling Yu said firmly without any hesitation.

"Qiuyue is the master!"

But when the woman in front of him turned around, Ling Yu was taken aback.

The visitor is Qiuyue, one of the heads of Qianjinlou,

Ling Yu met each other more than once, and recognized him immediately.

"Why are you, Sister Linglong, where is Sister Linglong, what did you do to Sister Linglong?"

For a moment, Ling Yu seemed a little flustered and nervous, looking around, but he couldn't see Master Linglong.

"You are so innocent. The Linglong family wants to become the emperor and empress, so why would you come to see your role? In Yancheng, the imperial capital, you are the king alone, what do you care about, and you still think about the Linglong family."

There was a trace of mockery on Qiuyue's face, she sneered and said, "Master Linglong asked me to give you this sword. The eldest prince already knows about you and Master Linglong. If you don't want her to be wronged in the future, you can kill yourself. "

"What……"

Falling from heaven to the bottom of the valley, Ling Yu was stunned for an instant, completely dumbfounded, holding the sword that Qiuyue handed over, at a loss.

"This...is this really Linglong's wish...?"

The hand holding the sword was trembling. The sword was in his hand, but it seemed to have been inserted into his heart. His heart was bleeding, but he couldn't feel any pain.

"Is it important?"

Qiuyue sneered and said lightly.

Ling Yu paused when he heard the words, yes, is it important?

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) If the First Prince knew that Master Linglong had an affair with him, how could he make it easier for Master Linglong.

Instead of this, it is better to let this relationship, with his death, become a secret forever.

It's really uncomfortable, those beautiful things, those memories, those past events, just withered like flowers...

"This sword is definitely not handed over by Linglong. Sister Linglong, she can't even bear my tears, so why would I bleed and let me die."

Suddenly, the bewilderment on Ling Yu's face disappeared, and there was a sharp look in his eyes, looking directly at Master Qiuyue.

This gaze was pure, sharp and reckless, and what was hidden in the gaze was the unyielding arrogance and sharpness of a young man.

For no reason, Qiuyue felt a little scared, and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Ling Yu was very imposing, stepped forward a few steps, and laughed at himself: "It seems that I do have a sense of presence as a character, which makes some people feel threatened. Let me guess, is it the eldest prince, or Your landlord Yang?"

Qiuyue's complexion changed slightly, and she said in a deep voice: "Ling Yu, do you still want to be wishful thinking? You made the mistake of falling in love with someone you shouldn't love. Today you must die. Letting you commit suicide is just to make you less painful. .”

"Hahahaha, wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

Ling Yu looked up to the sky and laughed like crazy: "I have missed many things in my life, but meeting Linglong is the most correct thing in my life. In Yancheng, the imperial capital, I, Ling Yu, are indeed humble and in a low position. I like it What does a person have to do with status or status? I was wrong at the beginning, and I took these things too seriously, which led to the current situation. "

"You madman, stay away from me."

Seeing Ling Yu's crazy state, Qiuyue slapped Ling Yu with her palm in a hurry.

The head of the Qianjin Building is not weak in cultivation, and Qiuyue herself has the realm of a human king, so she did her best with this palm in a hurry.

"roll!"

Ling Yu snorted coldly, his eyes shone with golden light, and the prehistoric blood in his body was activated. For a moment, the momentum was like a rainbow, and a coercion that was close to the emperor broke out.

Puff!

Qiuyue spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out, a look of deep surprise flashed in her eyes.

For a long time, Ling Yu was chased away by the guards several times in Qianjin Tower, and never fought back.

Her impression was that she was extremely cowardly. She never thought that Ling Yu could have such temperament and strength.

For a moment, she seemed to understand a little bit why the head of Linglong fell in love with this young man back then.

"Don't worry, I will kill myself, just use the sword you gave me. I, Ling Yu, have never been afraid of death. I didn't die because of you. I just don't want my uncle to take risks for me again, and I don't want everyone to make up for it. The mistakes I made back then..."

Ling Yu looked at Qiuyue, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. Although he was humble, he never lived in this world.

During this period of time, he stayed in the Misty Rain Building and stayed at home.

But he is not stupid, he can feel that Master Xiao Chen has been silently working hard for him. The owner of Yanyu Building, Su, is also preparing carefully. He doesn't know it, but he can feel it.

Once shed tears in the middle of the night, speechless to the moon.

It's not that I feel guilty because of inferiority complex and helplessness, it's just that I'm a little silently moved, and I really can't stand it.

In this life, if you can meet Linglong and your uncle, the closer you get to

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Uncle beggars... I, Ling Yu, are worth it.

Click!

The sword in his hand was inserted into his heart. At the same time, with his true energy, his heart was shattered, Ling Yu collapsed, and his vitality was passing away as quickly as the naked eye could see.

Qiuyue stood up in a daze, wiped away the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, and looked at Ling Yu who had fallen down, feeling a little lost.

The initial arrogance and sarcasm in his eyes were all covered up by shock.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Ling Yu seemed to see Master Linglong, and saw her in Longteng Great World. Looking at her with a slight smile, he scolded him for being so stupid, he couldn't teach him no matter what.

He saw his uncle Xiao Chen again, remembered the past in Ziyanzong, remembered the absurdity of meeting for the first time, and remembered the absurdity of the sentence, I am your uncle.

I really want to be someone like my uncle. If I were my uncle, maybe I would have taken Linglong with me ten years ago.

Goodbye sister Linglong, goodbye master uncle... All kindness, Ling Yu, will be repaid to you in the next life.

"You did a good job. He committed suicide and died. The Eldest Prince can't be blamed for anything. Not to mention the Qianjin Building will not be involved. This kid has some integrity, so everyone is happy with the result.

On the ground, strips of magic blood vines sprang out, flashing crackling lightning.

Then the magic blood vines gathered together and formed an old man. This old man was the mysterious blood shadow man who competed with Xiao Chen for the Five Elements God Thunder.

He got the magic blood vine by chance, but made another good fortune.

"I thought this kid would run away, but I didn't expect to worry too much. Let's go."

The blood vine old man grabbed Qiuyue to be the head of the house, and after a few ups and downs in the air, he stopped on a building boat in the middle of the river.

There were already people waiting for the building boat for a long time, and one of them, Xiao Chen would never be unfamiliar with, was Mingxuan, the holy son of the Black Lotus Sect.

The blood vine old man nodded slightly, indicating that the matter was settled, and Shengzi Mingxuan secretly transmitted a few words. The mysterious man sitting in the boat got up and walked to the bow, looking indifferently at the bloody body in the distance.

Whoosh whoosh!

Xiao Chen and Su Ye, who rushed over in a hurry all the way, saw Ling Yu lying on the ground, and their expressions changed drastically.

Ling Yu's vitality was running out, and his anger was like a spring, and he was a little helpless.

Su Ye pinched Ling Yu's pulse with his fingers, and after a while, he shook his head at Xiao Chen with a depressed expression.

Looking up, Xiao Chen was in the center of the river, and found a building boat that was heading for Yancheng, the imperial capital, quickly.

On the bow of the ship, there was a person standing there, looking at it expressionlessly.

The eldest prince, Wang Fei!

The murderous intent in Xiao Chen's heart suddenly couldn't help but soar into the air, trying to chase after him.

"Uncle...don't chase, don't chase, don't take risks for Ling Yu...Ling Yu can't bear it. You let me rest in peace. In the next life, I will be your nephew again and take good care of you."

But the corner of his clothes was firmly grasped by Ling Yu, as if he was returning to the light. The whispers in the mouth, faint and unheard, make people feel distressed and unbearable.

He held on tightly, not daring to let go for a moment.

Xiao Chen felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, looked up at the sky, but couldn't bear to look down at Ling Yu for the last time, he was afraid that the tears in his eyes would flow down uncontrollably.

"Let go, uncle promises you not to chase."

The moment the voice fell, Ling Yu closed his eyes, and let go of the hand that was holding Xiao Chen's clothes.

(end of this chapter)

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