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Chapter 197: The Evil Fall of Gaoling Flower (End)

Qing Wan looked up, the empty fear was as heavy and desperate as blood and tears.

She took a few breaths before she could see Yong Che's face clearly. She realized belatedly that more than two thousand years had passed since the catastrophe.

The person standing in front of her was not her master, but Yong Che.

She was still in exile in the small world, not on the battlefield of Demon Slaughter Day.

past...

Everything is over...

Qing Wan controlled her emotions and tried hard to maintain Shen Qingyu's character, but the next second, she saw Zhou Yinghuai holding a blood-stained embroidered spring knife, with an expressionless face, attacking like an arrow from a bow.

"Pfft."

A masked guard who was protecting her in front was killed, and because he was close to her, the blood splattered all over her.

At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped.

Qing Wan heard her own breathing, heavy and rapid. Wet blood slid down from her brow, soaking her eyelashes and soaking her entire left eye.

She stared blankly at Zhou Yinghuai in front of her. In the scarlet world, he and the former Hongyu overlapped strangely.

His eyebrows and eyes were strange and indifferent, and he looked so high and mighty as if he was looking down on an ant.

The bone-deep coldness made Qing Wan's hands and feet stiff. When Yong Che pulled him back violently, he staggered and fell to the ground.

When Zhou Yinghuai opened his eyes and saw this scene, his heart suddenly tightened. He subconsciously wanted to help the person, but was fiercely forced back by Yong Che.

Because of his distraction just now, his arm was even cut so deep that the bone was visible.

He clenched his teeth in annoyance, and when his long scarlet eyes met Yong Che's, disgust and murderous intent reached their peak.

What an eyesore!

Without any pause, the two people started fighting again, not only for power, but also for the ownership of their loved ones.

They both wanted to kill each other and left no room for maneuver.

The fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce, until the sky began to turn pale, and Yong Che's side began to fall into decline.

He was still too impatient. Before his power was consolidated, he took a radical approach and wanted to kill Zhou Yinghuai completely.

But Zhou Yinghuai was all-powerful in Dayong and had countless supporters. Even though Yong Che later seized several powers, he had not yet consolidated his power, and some of them were still wavering and fence-sitters.

Now, with just a little pressure from Zhou Yinghuai, he sided with the rebels.

When the sun first rose, the rebels completely broke through the palace gates, and the roar of killing that soared into the sky became even more depressing amid the bloody smell.

Yong Che was panting, almost exhausted. He knelt on one knee in the blood, holding the Emperor's Sword in his right hand. Scarlet blood kept falling from his fingertips, splashing blood in the water.

The golden morning sun slowly set like a veil, and the wind blew gently. At this moment, Yong Che seemed to hear nothing, and his eyes fell on Qing Wan who was standing in the corner.

Her white crane cloak was also stained with blood, her face was very pale, her expression was eerily calm, and her beautiful eyes no longer sparkled with light.

He must have been terrified.

coward.

A smile appeared on Yong Che's lips, as bad as ever. The system in his mind was frantically warning him of his health value, but he turned a deaf ear to it and suddenly shouted at Qing Wan.

"Shen Qingyu."

Qing Wan opened her eyes and looked at him, and saw that the young man in the sunlight was arrogant and unrestrained, charming and handsome, just like the young man next door, full of sincerity but too shy to say the word "like".

So he just said -

"do not forget me."

Love is a very strange thing. It comes inexplicably.

He used to sneer at his mother's stupidity, that she would go crazy for a man who abandoned her and even destroy herself.

But the arrow that he shot with his own hand that year finally hit him right in the middle of the forehead when he saw the girl walking out from the mottled shade of the trees that summer a year ago.

Qing Wan seemed to be indifferent from beginning to end. She closed her eyes and watched Zhou Yinghuai raise the Embroidered Spring Knife in the morning sun.

With a "puff", the head fell to the ground. From then on, the dynasty belonging to the Yong family came to an end.

[Are you sure you want to decompose the system and let Yong Che completely become System 032? ]

001 in the sea of ​​consciousness frowned slightly, [You can only obtain one third of the energy this way, and you have to spend energy to cover up the traces and let him return to the void world smoothly. ]

[Miss Qingwan, this is very dangerous for you.] It is also of no benefit and can even be considered a thankless task.

Ke Qing half closed her eyes and still took back Yong Che's soul.

Succubi are indeed born evil, but Qiu Yueming is a very qualified master. He has set an example for morality, honor and shame, and instilled these things into Qingwan's soul by setting an example himself.

Even in the end, death blocked her way.

Qing Wan touched the blood on her fingertips, and before she even looked up, Zhou Yinghuai hugged her tightly in his arms.

He was also in a very miserable state, with wounds all over his body and unstable breathing, but he immediately patted Qing Wan's back gently to comfort her.

"It's okay, little girl. I'm here. Don't be afraid."

The hoarse voice was trembling a bit, like fear, but also like relief for surviving a disaster.

Zhou Yinghuai's heart, which had been lifted high, finally settled back into his stomach. A smile flashed across his lips, and he sighed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"From now on, we don't have to hide anymore."

He held all the power and no longer had to worry about anyone, so he could protect his beloved and keep her safe.

They could have a grand wedding and everyone in the world would know who she belonged to.

Zhou Yinghuai's heart beat faster and faster, and this feeling of excitement lasted for half a month without subsiding.

After stabilizing the government, he could not wait to announce the ceremony of crowning the queen.

Because of the purge over the past half month, he had almost become the one who had the final say in the court, so naturally no one dared to refute him.

As for Zhu Ci'an, he had long since banished him to the Northern Frontier, thousands of miles away.

After arranging everything, Zhou Yinghuai was finally able to return to the Luanfeng Palace. When he entered the inner hall, he immediately saw Qing Wan, who was drowsy on the couch.

He went over and held her in his arms, kissed her lips intimately, and smiled softly, "Why are you still so sleepy?"

Qing Wan seemed too lazy to even lift her eyelids. She buried her head in Zhou Yinghuai's chest and ate wearily. The exposed back of her neck was covered with ambiguous kiss marks.

Zhou Yinghuai leaned on the soft couch, his eyes slightly narrowed, breathing heavily and hoarsely, allowing waves of pleasure to hit his brain.

As he was sinking in desire, he closed his eyes and touched Qingwan's soft belly.

He had consulted a royal physician when she began to feel mentally unwell and confirmed that she was not pregnant.

The imperial physician said that perhaps he was too frightened that day and would probably need some time to recover.

But after another half a month, Qingwan showed no improvement, and even became weaker and lazier, sleeping all day and all night.

Zhou Yinghuai finally began to realize that something was wrong. He looked for famous doctors everywhere and tried every possible method, but still to no avail.

The black fog reappeared, constantly bewitching and scolding him, and the nightmare that had once subsided came over him again.

He was almost driven crazy by the torture.

With nowhere else to go, he even placed his hope in gods and Buddhas, climbing three thousand steps from the foot of Bailu Mountain, knocking and bowing nine times, until he reached the feet of the Buddha.

That night, Qing Wan had actually been waiting for him, but she still didn't see him until the dawn when the blood-red sunrise dyed the sky bright.

【It’s time for you to go. 】

Qing Wan lowered her eyes and responded, placing the peony flower in her hand on the calligraphy Zhou Yinghuai wrote for her.

Dewdrops from the flowers dripped down, wetting a few words, and only the word "joy" could be seen through the blurred ink.