After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Several younger palace maids were picking up scattered porcelain pieces on the ground. No one dared to speak. They only lowered their heads to clean timidly. They didn't even dare to raise their heads. There were only a few faint sounds. The huge palace room was as silent as a pindrop. smell.

"Young Master, everything has been taken care of, but do you still have any instructions?"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the leading maid dared to stand up and reply. She still didn't dare to raise her eyes to see that Ning Yi was stirring the thick porridge in the silver cup, lowering her head and blowing hot air carelessly, and hummed in her mouth.

After getting permission, the eldest palace maid dared to breathe a sigh of relief in her heart. She didn't have the courage to stay for a moment, led the other palace maids, bowed her body and bowed out of the palace respectfully, and closed the door smoothly.

Ning Yi scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a porcelain spoon, blew it carefully to cool it, brought it to Chu Yitang's lips, and said gently: "Open your mouth and drink this."

Chu Yitang closed his eyes, his face was as white as snow, and his face was hidden in the shadows. His forehead hurt so much that his stomach was churning. He didn't even have the strength to speak. He just turned his face sideways, indifferent, and lifeless. appearance.

Ning Yi's eyes darkened, and he passed the porcelain spoon forward again, touching the corner of Chu Yitang's lips, and his tone suddenly became cold:

"I told you to open your mouth."

Chu Yitang's response was still that of turning a blind eye.

He was resisting everything about him with silence.

Ning Yi squeezed the handle of the spoon a little harder, and even his nails turned greenish-white. He threw the porcelain spoon back into the bowl with a crisp sound. A little porridge splashed on the back of his hand, and a small piece of it was instantly reddened. , as if he couldn't notice the pain, his fingers lovingly rubbed Chu Yitang's chapped lips.

"Brother, don't really force me like this."

"No matter what, you can't go back, you can only stay here, stay here forever."

"is it?"

Chu Yitang's voice was hoarse. He raised his eyes and looked at the sparse light leaking in from the window. His light-colored pupils were like a still and waveless lake. He did not look at Ning Yi and said softly:

"Four hours have passed since you kidnapped me here."

He turned his face, with a faint smile on his lips. Such a beautiful face, as bright as the moon, so beautiful that there was no fault in it. Under such stunning skin, the words he spoke made people shudder.

"This borrowed corpse is enough to last for a long time, Ning Yi."

"How sad it would be to have no body of your own and always have to live in someone else's body."

He tilted his head and looked at him. When he saw an almost invisible crack on his forehead, Chu Yitang couldn't help but chuckled, full of sarcasm, and came to a conclusion lightly.

"Look, the skin-changing technique can only last for six hours at most. Ning Yi, how much time do you have left?"

Ning Yi was immersed in his gaze and didn't see anything else. She was clearly looking at him, but she felt like a light was on her back. Of course he knew that this corpse wouldn't last long, but he couldn't wait for a moment. He wanted to see him, so he thought about it. More than 30,000 days and nights, I was going crazy thinking about it.

So the moment Ning Yi opened his eyes from the soul pool, he only had one thought in his mind.

To get him back.

No matter what the cost, we must get him back.

Ning Yi was silent for a long time, then raised his wrist and put the bowl on the table. He held it in his palm, which felt wet. If his fingertips dug deeper, he could even feel the smoothness of flesh and blood.

"Brother, no matter how long I stay here, you can't leave."

He stood up from the chair and approached Chu Yitang. He pressed his hand on the back of the chair behind him, and also pressed the corner of his robe as thin as a cloud.

"Do you think he can save you?"

Ning Yi tapped the carvings on the back of the chair, then turned to the dim sky outside the window, and said with some meaning:

"Brother, it's just that there is no return. If he wants to enter the thirty-third ghost realm in Liyuan, he will only be eaten without leaving any bones."

"If he dies, I won't live alone. Ning Yi, I'm afraid your plan will be in vain."

Ning Yi paused with his fingers, and seemed to have thought of something. He was not annoyed at all, and just retracted his hand with a gentle smile. He stared at Chu Yitang's lips, as if he had a winning ticket.

"Brother, why don't we make a bet?"

Ning Yi was even closer to him, the distance was so narrow that even the air was thin. He raised his lips, his eyes slid down to Chu Yitang's long neck hidden under his clothes, and said slowly:

"You said what would he do if he knew you had been lying to him?"

"Brother, have you never thought that one day your lies will be exposed? You have lied to him for so long. If he knows the truth, will he hate you?"

The word lie was like a fine needlepoint, piercing into Chu Yitang's heart. His eyes trembled, and he looked directly at Ning Yi. He moved his wrist, and the rope sank deeper, grinding to a bloody pulp.

He was suddenly confused. A sharp sword was hanging above his head. He didn't know when it would fall, and he didn't know who would be injured if the sword really fell.

It's him, or it could be Lan Yu.

But he was more afraid that it would be Lan Yu.

It would be the true love that he longed for and was willing to live and die with.

Ning Yi seemed to be very satisfied with Chu Yitang's attitude. He took full advantage of the attitude of turning defeat into victory, and leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and smiled contemptuously.

"You've never dared to tell him, right? You're afraid."

"That's right, how can he accept it? He loves you so much, how can he accept this fact and the fact that you and him are irreconcilable."

Ning Yi told the truth word by word, and every word was stirring Chu Yitang's flesh and blood. He did not expect that Ning Yi would threaten him with this, would threaten him with this truth that he did not dare to gamble at all. He originally thought that this secret would never see the light of day and would be buried forever.

But no, this truth was laid out in front of him bloody. His life was strangled, and he could only let Ning Yi control him, and even the slightest room for resistance was eliminated.

In just a blink of an eye, the light on the ground was extinguished in an instant, and the sky suddenly became dark, as dark as black ink. There were flashes of lightning hidden in the thick clouds, and there were muffled sounds, like the dull roars of wild beasts, and several shocking sounds. The muffled thunder struck down from the distant sky in unison with such force that it split Chen Jing Palace and the entire palace into two in an instant. The high platform suddenly collapsed, falling several feet. There were screams and cries of terror outside the palace, and the palace was shaking. , gravel and dust are flying all over the sky.

The man suddenly opened the door, stepped into the hall, and called anxiously inside: "Young Master!"

Ning Yi held on to the shaky tabletop and barely supported his body. With a gloomy face, he walked quickly outside and shouted: "Are everyone dead? What's going on!"

The moment he stepped out of the room, another thunder exploded at his feet, and a crack comparable to a chasm was torn out in the thick black sky. White light flashed from the crack, accompanied by a long cry that could pierce the sky and the earth. , Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at the deep ditch. The man stood beside him, almost unable to stand due to the strong wind in front of him. After hesitating, he knelt down with his sword in his arms, not daring to look at Ning Yi. face, why:

"Young Master, my subordinates were negligent. They didn't notice it earlier. Only now did they realize that this person has broken through the thirty-third level of ghost realm and is heading straight to the palace!"

"Ah……"

"It seems that Tianjing is not all a bunch of losers. It is really rare for you to dare to break through my ghost realm just by yourself."

Ning Yi sneered, clenched one hand into a fist, and had a sinister expression on his face. He repeatedly murmured these two words in his mouth playfully, like speculation and provocation.

"Lanyu, I've wanted to see you for a long time."

"It's a pleasure to meet you today."