Chapter 1738 Yao and Shun

Chapter 1738 Yao and Shun

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

Walking out of the door, what I saw was a warm scene.

In front of the stove, Chu Ling stood upright, wearing a scarf and chopping vegetables, just like a virtuous wife cooking breakfast for her husband.

The cloudy wind blew lightly, tugging at her hair, which was quiet and beautiful.

That picture was pleasing to the eye, and Ye Chen was a little intoxicated when he saw it.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten her cooking.

I have gone too far, the past is blurred in the years, and the poor tenderness in my memory is also vicissitudes.

Soon, Ye Chen took a deep breath, Chu Linger unblocked, it was time to return to the heavens, and she was full of longing for the future.

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

"You are so beautiful right now." Ye Chen smiled.

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

The breakfast was very warm, and Ye Chen was like a starving ghost, pulling the rice, gobbling it down, and sweeping the food on the table.

Chu Ling smiled, a little far-fetched, there was still a mist of water in his eyes, and he wished that he could make breakfast for him every day.

At this moment, she almost said that the child in her womb belongs to Ye Chen, but she held back, she wanted to cry.

"Why don't you eat." Ye Chen raised his head and asked in amazement.

"Eat." Chu Ling lowered his head and lowered his eyes, sipping the bitter fish soup.

Soon, a cloudy wind blew, and a purple-haired youth appeared.

He was wearing a mask, but he couldn't see his face, only his eyes were as deep as the stars, and they were vast and boundless.

Ye Chen turned his head and swept up and down. He couldn't break his blood, and he couldn't see his cultivation. He only knew that he was mysterious and terrifying.

"It's disturbing." The purple-haired young man said, his words were flat, and Gu Jing's unwavering eyes did not show a trace of turbulence.

"who are you.

" Ye Chen asked, putting down the bowls and chopsticks.

"My name: Yao and Shun." The purple-haired youth said lightly.

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

The underworld is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, another terrifying existence.

"I don't know why you are here." Ye Chen said.

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

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

When he saw him, Chu Ling got up, but didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, biting his teeth lightly, "Ye Chen, I'm sorry."

"Why do you say sorry?" Ye Chen's eyes didn't look sideways.

"I'm pregnant with his child." Chu Ling lowered his eyes.

"Then I'll kill him." Ye Chen smiled warmly.

"Sorry, I love him more in this life." Chu Ling whispered, took Yaoshun's arm, turned around and walked out of the garden.

"Ghost talk." Ye Chen stepped over, like a ghost, blocking the way of the two, and the murderous aura rushed out.

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

"Did he coerce you?" Ye Chen ignored Yao and Shun, and only looked at Chu Ling, staring at him, his eyes as sharp as swords.

"With Senior Emperor Huang, no one in the underworld dares to coerce us."

"If that's the case, then let him disappear." Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, his aura reached the peak in an instant, his murderous intent was violent and silent, and it was cold to the bone, making the world freeze.

"The previous relationship is already there, so it's easy to get together and leave, why bother?" Chu Ling's tone was indifferent, and he stepped in front of Yao and Shun.

As the words fell, a fairy sword manifested in her hand, moved loudly, raised it slightly, and pointed the sword directly at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's body trembled, and his eyes filled with tears at a speed visible to the naked eye, blurring his vision.

For the first time in three hundred years of past life and present life, she pointed her sword at him, and although she hadn't stabbed him yet, her heart was like a knife.

Her eyes, ruthless and indifferent, are also like the sword in her hand, shining with cold light, that is murderous, extremely cold.

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

"I am Yao and Shun's wife, and 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." With tears in his eyes, Ye Chen walked slowly, bumped into her sword edge, and pierced his chest.

One inch, two inches, three inches, his pace never slowed down.

Every time he took a step forward, the immortal sword pierced a point until the tip of the sword pierced out from behind him, dripping with golden blood.

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

It was not until the end of the sword that he settled down, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, looking at Chu Ling with tears and blood.

"Even if you stop me, you won't be able to stop my heart." Chu Ling said indifferently, looking at Ye Chen's eyes without mercy.

"Even if it is unintentional, you are also Ye Chen's." Ye Chen raised his blood-stained hand and slowly touched Chu Ling's cheek.

"What's the use of a puppet?" Chu Ling shouted coldly, and suddenly drew out the fairy sword without any hesitation.

The blood spurted out, shocking, Ye Chen stepped back, staggered, and half-knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The power of the Quasi-Emperor Sword is so tyrannical, the murderous intent is dead.

Chu Ling was silent, holding Yao and Shun in his arms, and walked out of the small garden step by step.

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

Behind him, Ye Chen was like a statue carved in stone, let the wind raged, motionless, only blood and tears dripped, splashing all over the holy body.

Messy black hair, covering half of his face, with the falling leaves, strands turned into white, dyed with the vicissitudes of life.

That kind of pain was even crueler than Ling Chi, and his mind was also chaotic. It was on the verge of collapse, and it would be over if he wanted to devour him.

Outside the park, someone came, it was Zhao Yun. Seeing this picture, he hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hand, and pressed it on Ye Chen's shoulder.

What happened, Zhao Yun frowned, wondering what happened.

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

Outside the ghost town, Chu Ling's face was pale, and her delicate body couldn't help trembling. Her beautiful eyes were no longer indifferent and filled with sparkling tears.

This is what Di Huang asked her to help: let Ye Chen witness with his own eyes, push him into the bottomless abyss, the deeper the injury, the better.

Yes, this is a play, a big play, and it is being played to Ye Chen to help him transform into Nirvana again in the midst of collapse.

Cruel, cruel indeed, the pain is piercing.

As Chu Ling said, he had gone through hardships and was riddled with wounds. This blow was undoubtedly devastating.

No one knows whether he can withstand it, collapse or nirvana.

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

In the belly, their child was crying loudly, as if feeling the pain of the parents and the fear from the unknown.

Chu Ling covered Yukou, trying her best not to cry.

She didn't need to look back to see that Ye Chen's hair was white, clutching his chest, and groaning in pain, wailing like a ghost.

"Senior, wipe his memory! Let him forget, and don't let him suffer again." Chu Ling almost begged.

This is to say to Yao and Shun, the so-called Yao and Shun are the dharma of the emperor, and they use a mask to cover the true face.

"He needs to experience it himself. This is the suffering he should endure. If he can't get out of this love calamity, he will not be able to step through the six paths of reincarnation." Di Huang shook his head and sighed. As a senior, he couldn't bear it.

"How to finish." Chu Ling looked at Di Huang with hope.

"Until he sees... there is no more Chu Ling, until he truly lets go of it in his heart, then he will be considered a complete meritorious person."