Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"General Xiao's Soulless Young Master's Corpse"

Hu Yan sighed lightly and turned to look at Xiao Beifa.

To be honest, even though Qin Wushuang is the emperor in the Great Qin Dynasty, the one who really controls life and death is the former emperor who is loyal and protects the country.

"Oh, dig a hole and bury it."

Xiao Beifa said indifferently, turned and left.

Although he didn't know how Qin Wu Po died.

But that day the emperor's brother did invite Ling Xiao to the palace for a banquet, and the latter also went.

Then, the imperial palace changed dramatically, the demon appeared, and Qin Wupo died inexplicably.

If it is said that this matter has nothing to do with the Lord, Xiao Beifa naturally does not believe it.

Of course, if this kind of thing is done by the Lord, it will inevitably make Qin Wushuang unhappy.

A mature subordinate should help the leader carry all the blame.

A mature and smart subordinate should find someone to help the master carry all the blame! !

"Dig a hole? Bury it?"

Hu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of remorse suddenly appeared in his heart.

Gan!

What talk is he talking about, you say dig a hole and bury it, am I going to bury it or not?

If you don't bury it, you will offend Xiao Northern Expedition.

Bury it, wait for the emperor to ask, will she bury me together?

I'm just a celestial official, I don't care to look at the astrology, calculate the national luck, and have no real power at all.

Neither of these two can be offended.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, Hu Yan reached out and slapped himself.

But when he felt the slightly gloomy eyes of Xiao Beifa in the distance, he immediately sneered, "Hehe, the general said it was buried, then buried it."

The rear hall of Daqin.

Ling Xiao embraced Qin Wushuang and walked into the bedroom with gentleness in his eyes.

But at this time, he didn't act in a hurry, but looked at Qin Wushuang seriously and said, "Wushuang, I have something, I don't know if I should tell you."

"Is it about the soulless?"

Qin Wushuang sighed, a trace of sadness flashed across his pretty face.

Since the accidental death of her father and the massacre of the Zhennan palace, she has always regarded Qin Wupo as her only hope of survival.

But now that Qin Wupo has fallen, she doesn't seem to be too sad.

Ling Xiao raised her brows lightly, but there was some guesswork in her heart.

With Qin Wushuang's intelligence, I am afraid that he has already made up a lot of things.

And what I have to do is to give her a logical excuse and tell her to completely untie her knot.

"Yes, Wushuang, you should have guessed it? In fact, there is no soul"

"I was already controlled by that demon."

Before Ling Xiao could finish speaking, Qin Wushuang said with a wry smile.

Although there were tears in her eyes at this time, it was not as sad as before.

That's right, Qin Wushuang has already guessed it.

Ever since Ling Xiao said to her that the most dangerous place is the safest place, she has been suspicious of Qin Wu Po in her heart.

My brother has never left her side since he was a child, so where did he pick up such a strange sorcery?

Moreover, Qin Wu Po died outside the main hall that day, but before he died, he inexplicably called out Ling Xiao's name.

This looks like a conspiracy.

Since the demons can control the father and the Qin emperor, how could they not be able to control their siblings?

The Qin Palace had undergone drastic changes that year, and all the traitors were easily exposed and executed by the Blood Guards led by Xiao Beifa.

In the end, it was her who profited!

What unification of the Western Frontier can help him continue his life, but that evil demon took a fancy to his weakness and deliberately lured him. And he only needs to hide in the shadows, and he can enjoy all the honors.

Thinking about it now, Qin Wushuang suddenly felt that he was so stupid and naive at the time.

She actually believed such a crooked truth.

but! !

Fortunately, she met Ling Xiao and lifted the demon's mask.

Otherwise, Qin Wushuang felt chills all over his body when he thought that the western border would fall into the hands of a demon.

In the final analysis, although she is cold and arrogant, she is not wicked in her heart.

Therefore, she cannot be the sinner who stinks Ten Thousand Years.

"Hey, it's all my fault that I didn't come back sooner, causing you to support Da Qin alone, but Wushuang, don't worry, with me in the future, you don't need to bear the burden of the world alone."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and gently pressed Qin Wushuang's head on his shoulder, rubbing her blue silk on the side of his face.

"Ling Xiao, will one day I lose you like I lost them?"

Qin Wushuang's voice was a little tired, and his whole body was paralyzed in Ling Xiao's arms.

"Xijiang is not the end of my immortal journey, so probably I will also go to a wider world. Wushuang, I can't promise you anything, but I will give you the entire Xijiang."

There was a smile on the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth, but the grimness in his eyes was never concealed.

In fact, at this time, he was sure to make Qin Wushuang open his soul sea and plant a soul imprint.

But once he did that, Qin Wushuang would become his slave, and his mark would be left in the sea of ​​souls.

A woman with no luck will only affect my footsteps to the top of the world and increase the risk of my demonic body being exposed.

I, Ling Xiao, yearn for freedom, unfettered freedom, and a sentence in Mr. Ji Xianlin's diary: In this life, I only hope

Therefore, Qin Wushuang will probably only be a beautiful scene on the road, a good day.

The unification of Western Xinjiang, she is the empress, praises my real name, and helps me to stand by my strength.

At that time, even if the people of the Holy Religion noticed the accident in the western border and sent people to come, they would definitely not be able to find any clues about the devil from Qin Wushuang.

As for Xia Huang

Hehe, do you think I will make Xia Chen's descendants enjoy glory?

childish! !

As long as Qin Wushuang successfully took over the throne of Xijiang, Emperor Xia or something, even if he exhausted the last light and heat, he could kill him at any time.

"I know that I will definitely guard your territory and wait for your return."

Qin Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, his jade hand hugged Ling Xiao tightly, and a blush rose from the tip of his ear.

"Unparalleled"

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed a hint of evil, and he took the initiative to pick up Qin Wushuang and walked towards the bed.

At this moment, Qin Wushuang just closed his eyes and pursed his red lips, clearly looking nervous.

"you are pretty"

With four lips facing each other, Qin Wushuang's delicate body trembled slightly, but he didn't mean to resist at all.

The whole dormitory is suddenly full of spring.

With the sound of clothes falling to the ground, that slender and well-proportioned body suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xiao.

The whole night, in the sleeping hall, the applause was thunderous, non-stop.

It has to be said that the physique of this god emperor is strong and durable, far from being comparable to a god general.

But even so, after so many repetitions, Qin Wushuang still begged for mercy in pain, and his eyes were full of grief.

Until the red sun fell from the sky, the two people embraced each other and fell asleep.

"boom!!"

As night fell, a loud noise suddenly came from the entire Great Qin Emperor Palace.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, his extra-star robes condensed, and his figure appeared outside the hall in a flash.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

I saw at this time, above the night sky that I don't know tens of thousands of miles, a pillar connecting the heavens and the earth.

The silver light above it is judging from the eyes, and it is vast and infinite, like the Milky Way falling into the world, and it has evolved into temples and buddhas, which are like fairytales.

Even though they are separated by thousands of miles, Ling Xiao's ear has a clear voice, which is leisurely and ethereal, making one's heart feel empty.