Chapter 120
Nangong Yue could not laugh or cry, this Xiao Yi was insane and cold at the same time, she couldn't figure out which one was the real him. But think again, how could anyone be on the easy side?
"Then I'll be disrespectful." She didn't insist anymore, glanced at Uncle Cheng's body, and said, "This, you handle it yourself!" Although she didn't want to bring up this unpleasant topic, it was just such an adult male body, but It's not that you can ignore it. However, after this incident, Nangong Yue realized what it means to "hate less when the medicine is used", and felt more and more that she should keep a few more "useful" medicines on hand.
Xiao Yi's eyes fell on Cheng Bo's corpse, and his eyes became gloomy again. Yimei shrank her body unconsciously. Before, she only thought that although this son of Xiao was good in martial arts, he was too foolhardy. At this moment, he realized that he was the son of Fang Wang's Zhennan Palace after all!
When Xiao Yi raised his eyes to look at Nangong Yue again, he had returned to normal, and said lightly, "Don't worry, I will handle it." He strode towards Uncle Cheng's body, and for a moment, the back seemed to be extremely silent. ...
Nangong Yue originally thought that she had a heart of stone and that no one could shake her except her family, but she didn't expect that her heart would be slightly touched at this moment... She thought of herself, her previous life, who had been copied all over, and only left behind He was alone; when he thought about Xiao Yi in his previous life, his biological mother died early, and his later actions of killing his father and killing his younger brother were criticized by people all over the world. Lonely Star"!
Nangong Yue sighed helplessly, but still stopped him: "Xiao Yi..." She thought to herself: In the past life, they were partners after all, so let's take her as a result of this fate in this life.
"..." Xiao Yi stopped walking and looked back at her with a puzzled expression.
"My grandfather has traveled the world over the years, and every time we meet, he will tell me some interesting stories. Would you like to hear it?" Nangong Yue deliberately asked this question, but actually put the right to choose in Xiao Yi's hands. She has lived two lives, and she should know that even if you think you are good for others, you need others to appreciate it; if the other party doesn't listen, it is useless to say a thousand words!
Xiao Yi's eyes flickered, he was also a smart man, so he naturally knew what Nangong Yue wanted to say. But this matter is not a matter that can be judged in a few words. For more than ten years, he has always trusted and loved her so much, but what about her...
He wanted to turn and leave, but he felt that his steps were extremely heavy. After standing for a long time, he said, "Go ahead." The voice seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his throat, with a hoarseness.
Nangong Yue said slowly, "A long time ago, there was a prince of a small country. When he was young, he knew a group of people with lofty ideals. With their assistance, the prince stood out from the princes and became the king. And his friends, either civil or military officers, helped the king run the country. As the decades passed, the king grew old and his princes were young and strong. One day, the prince secretly had a relationship with a minister who was highly valued by the king. , that is, one of the people with lofty ideals colluded and forced the palace to rebel... After a bloody battle, the prince still failed. But although the king kept his throne, he did not sleep peacefully since then, and he began to doubt him. Each of his sons doubted each of his ministers. The king's suspicions grew worse, and his character became even more extreme. He felt that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than spare one! So he swung down the butcher's knife and ordered one to be killed. Another prince, one minister after another... Until one day, the enemy country attacked, the king found that he had no ministers to use, and his princes were only left with two, one was seriously ill in bed, and the other was waiting to be fed. In less than a month, this small country will perish!"