Looking at each other to the end of the world

Time flies for five years.

In the past five years, Yi Chenfeng has become more aggressive, and his body has become weaker for some reason. He always coughs frequently at night and occasionally loses his sight. I would go to the Houshan cemetery and look at the ice coffin on the altar, without sleep all night.

He also always "cared about" Menglan every now and then.

Today's Menglan has long been tortured by him beyond recognition.

……

Sensing Yi Chenfeng's breath, Menglan said: "Yi Chenfeng, kill me, kill me." The voice was hoarse.

She was going mad, or rather mad.

Every day and every night, he is tortured by the dust.

Either drawing her blood, or finding different people to fuck her, and cutting countless wounds on her body, this kind of inhuman torture, it is better to let her die.

Yi Chenfeng had a cold expression, "Death, you deserve it too! A vicious woman like you doesn't deserve to stay in the same world as Feng Qingqing at all."

"What qualifications do you have to sue me? It wasn't me who killed Feng Qingqing, it was you! It was you who didn't have any doubts about my words, and you tortured her, leaving her in the dust. People like you are not worthy, do you remember? It was you who brought her child up for me to eat! Hahaha... It was you who didn't believe her and killed her child."

Jinghong couldn't stand Menglan's ugly face anymore.

Everyone thought that back then, Jun Shang was vicious and murdered his own child.

but--

"The medicine that your majesty brought to you did not use the child as medicine at all, it was from your majesty..."

"Jinghong--"

Yichenfeng scolded, Jinghong hurriedly shut up.

Yes, Your Majesty said, this matter cannot be known by others, let alone the real reason why his health is getting worse.

No one knows how much better the current Junshang is compared to Feng Qingqing back then.

The child is not dead?

That is to say, Yi Chenfeng was cruel to Feng Qingqing on the surface back then, but in fact he cared about her.

And Yichenfeng didn't touch her all the time, not because he was worried about her life, but because...he didn't like her at all.

Menglan remembered what Feng Qingqing once said: Yichenfeng is not a kind of compensation for her, so it is!

Yi Chenfeng had never loved her, even when he mistakenly regarded her as a benefactor.

Can't help but want to laugh!

"Haha——so what, dusty, whether you love Feng Qingqing or not, she is dead too, I stabbed her to death, hahaha, me, bit by bit Her flesh, she kept screaming for pain, screaming over and over again, dusty, come save me, hahaha, it's so pitiful..."

"Your Majesty——" These words were so vicious, Jinghong stepped forward, hoping that Your Majesty would not listen when he left, but Yi Chenfeng just stood where he was, listening quietly.

Because he didn't want to miss a single word about Feng Qingqing.

Even every word is torture for him.

That's what he deserves!

……

Even though Feng Qingqing's body was protected by an ice coffin, it has been five years, probably because the phoenix belongs to Yang, and the body has begun to show signs of decay. Immortal, ask for the treasure, the Lingzhu, to protect Feng Qingqing's body from corruption.

When Jinghong came to his senses, Yichenfeng had already disappeared, so he could only chase after him closely.

Kunlun

Kunlun Mountain is surrounded by fairy spirit, the peak is high, and the terrain is a bit dangerous.

Yi Chenfeng rushed to the middle of the mountain, and heard a voice calling for help. The voice was soft and waxy, like a child. He himself was a little concerned about children, so he hurried to find the sound. On the edge of the mountain, he saw A little one was caught, and the little fleshy little hands were trying to grab the edge of the cliff, and it seemed that they would not be able to hold on anymore.

Yi Chenfeng hurriedly jumped in front of her, grabbed Xiao Budian's hand, and pulled her over, then looked carefully, Xiao Budian was a little girl about five years old, her face was covered with dust.

"Why are you here alone, where are your parents?" Yi Chenfeng asked concerned, wiping the dust off her face with his sleeve.

"I don't have a father."

Yi Chenfeng didn't expect such a young child to lose his father, he stopped wiping his hands and said, "Sorry!"

The little guy said: "It's okay, although I don't have a father yet, I will have one in a while, and my mother will marry Uncle Ruoli."

Ruoli?

Yichenfeng couldn't help frowning at the familiar words, and at the same time, he wiped off the dusty face, looking at the face that was almost exactly the same as Feng Qingqing, Yichenfeng's cold heart thumped.