Yu Juechen's fist creaked, and the blue veins on the back of his hand swelled up. Seeing this, Ling Yue's smile became stronger. He looked at Yu Juechen with a provocative look, as if you can do anything to me.

A moment later, Yu Juechen glanced at Di Shiyi and Di Yanhao with cold eyes, and finally his eyes fell on Di Shiyi, and the long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed Di Shiyi.

Di Shiyi stared at the sword that was getting closer and closer to her in horror, widened her eyes in disbelief, and even forgot to dodge.

The bright red blood suddenly splattered onto his face, and Di Shiyi's body instinctively shrank back, and Di Yanhao's back fell into his eyes.

Di Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and her pupils suddenly tightened.

Di Yanhao slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the long sword that pierced into his chest. After a moment, he looked up at Yu Juechen. He swallowed the sweetness in his throat and said to Yu Juechen: "If you are really Mr. Yu, please let Yi'er go."

Di Shiyi came to her senses, tears blurred in her eyes. She kept shaking her head and muttering, "Dad, Daddy, don't."

Yu Juechen ignored Di Yanhao's words and suddenly pulled out the sword, and the bright red blood dripped onto the ground along the blade.

Di Shiyi's eyes became cold. She hugged Di Yanhao's body tightly and cried, "Dad."

Di Yanhao leaned in Di Shiyi's arms, resting his head on his shoulder, looking at her in a blink of an eye, and slowly spoke: "Yi'er, I'm sorry, dad can't protect you anymore.

In the future, you must take good care of yourself, promise your father, and live a good life."

Di Shiyi kept shook her head: "No, Daddy, you won't die, no, wuwu~ Daddy, you're dead, what's the point of Yi'er living! Mother doesn't want me anymore, do you don't want me anymore?"

Di Shiyi wiped her tears while crying.

Di Yanhao slowly stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, but before his hand touched her face, he drooped suddenly.

Di Shiyi called "Dad" in horror. Seeing that Di Yanhao had no reaction, she suddenly whistled to the sky and roared carefully: "Dad! Don't.

No!"

Yu Juechen's cold eyes did not change at all, and they were still terrifyingly cold. Ling Yue originally planned to take this opportunity to escape, but he was beaten by Yu Juechen just now and felt like he was disbanded, and it was difficult for him to get up.

He joked: "Young Master Yu is indeed ruthless, and he has no mercy on the jade."

Yu Juechen withdrew his gaze and glanced at Ling Yue with a cold look that he would shut up. Ling Yue sneered coldly and looked away from Yu Juechen.

At this moment, Di Shiyi suddenly stood up, her face was covered in blood and tears, and she rushed directly under the Yu Juechen Sword.

Yu Juechen's hand holding the hilt of the sword sank, and he and Ling Yue looked in the direction of Di Shiyi at the same time.

I saw a sad and bitter smile on the corner of Di Shiyi's mouth, and the long sword pierced into her abdomen. She held the blade with one hand and slowly raised it up, handing it to Yu Juechen, "Young Master Yu, can you let me hold your hand before I die?"

Emperor Shiyi begged Yu Juechen humbly, and Yu Juechen's cold eyes were slightly cold, and he responded in a low voice: "You are worthy!"

Di Shiyi smiled desperately like a madman.

She started crying while laughing. The person she had always loved deeply was so cold-blooded and ruthless.

After a long time, she recovered and her body suddenly turned forward again, and the long sword pierced her body. Di Shiyi's brows were tightly twisted together, and blood was overflowing from her mouth.

"Young Master Yu, please love me in your next life."

After saying that, he fell back with the sword.

Yu Juechen stood there and looked down at the two people lying in a pool of blood. Finally, his eyes fell on Di Shiyi and said lightly: "Except Luo'er, I will not love anyone! I will live for generations."

Yu Juechen took Ling Yue away from the palace and went directly to the direction of Ximing Sect.

Along the way, Ling Yue provoked Yu Juechen repeatedly, and finally was fed by Yu Juechen with the poison developed by Bai Luo, and the road became peaceful.

Not long after Yu Juechen left, the prison guards who were knocked and fell asleep by Yu Juechen gradually woke up, and the palace was in a mess again in an instant.

Yu Juechen and Ling Yue came outside the Ximing Sect. He said to Ling Yue in a low voice: "You better stop playing tricks with me, where is Zhan Qingzhu!"

Ling Yue looked at Yu Juechen coldly and glanced at the gate of Ximing Sect.

“People are inside.

Go and find it yourself.”

Yu Juechen glanced at the rope tied to Ling Yue's hand, pulled it directly, and took Ling Yue into the Ximing Sect.

Ling Yue's face suddenly turned annoyed and she yelled coldly at Yu Juechen: "Yu Juechen, let me go!"

Yu Juechen ignored him and after entering Ximing Sect, he fed Ling Yue another medicine.

Ling Yue rolled her Adam's apple, looked at Yu Juechen with a cold eyes, and asked in a gloomy voice: "What did you eat for me?"

Yu Juechen spoke lightly: "For a quarter of an hour, if I can't find Zhan Qingzhu, you will die!"

After Yu Juechen finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Seeing this, Ling Yue suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

Yu Juechen stopped, Ling Yue looked at Yu Juechen's back expressionlessly and slowly spoke: "The bottom of the abandoned well in the backyard."

After hearing Ling Yue's words, Yu Juechen strode to the backyard.

"You'd better pray that you didn't lie to me."

After the words came to his mind, the person had disappeared in Ling Yue's eyes.

Ling Yue looked at the place where Yu Juechen disappeared, withdrew her gaze, glanced around in a blink of an eye, recalling the time she had been having fun with her junior sister in Ximing Sect.

At that time, Zhan Qingzhu was still a spoiled, domineering, naughty and lively little princess, always following him and calling him senior brother.

He once thought that Zhan Qingzhu would become his wife in the future. After a long time, he was blinded by the desire for profit, and he no longer had the only one in his heart.

In order to be the leader of the Ximing Sect, he used any means to kill his master Zhan Muci who treated him like his father. In order to control Zhan Qingzhu, he placed his only relative under house arrest, his aunt Zhan Shuyue.

After coming back to his senses, there was a faint mist flowing in Ling Yue's eyes.

His eyes were slightly red. Now, there was nothing left. The Ximing Sect was also destroyed by him. He promised to return Zhan Shuyue to his junior sister. Just two days ago, Zhan Shuyue passed away seriously injured.

He didn't dare to mention it to his junior sister. He hid it and thought that he would find a way to explain it to his junior sister when he became emperor.

Now, everything has turned into a bubble.

Ling Yue smiled mockingly, and after a moment, she whispered: "Qingzhu, I'm sorry."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly widened his eyes, and blue veins on his forehead swelled up. In a flash, blood spurted out of his mouth.

When Yu Juechen found Zhan Qingzhu and brought her over, the two saw Ling Yue lying stiffly on the ground and staring at her with wide eyes.

Although Zhan Qingzhu was very Ling Yue, she felt nervous when she saw the senior brother who had grown up with her suddenly dying, and hurried forward and rushed to Ling Yue, "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Senior brother, wake up.”

Ling Yue's whole body was already stiff and cold.

Zhan Qingzhu's eyes and tears dripped like beads. She said to Ling Yue: "Senior Brother, you haven't told me where my aunt is yet. Senior Brother, wake up.

Wake up!"
Chapter completed!