Married and Obedient to the Husband

After all, this place in the palace has too many bad memories, Yan Mo felt dazed after entering, and prepared to leave after watching Qi Lianyu.

"I want to go to Xifan."

When Qi Lianmo said goodbye to Gao Li, "I want to find an antidote for Xiao Yu'er, his body can't wait any longer."

"I'll send someone to go with you." Gao Li said worriedly.

"Well, that's fine." Knowing his physical condition, Yanmo nodded in agreement.

Gao Li and Yan Mo faced each other face to face, and for a moment didn't know what to say, some topics were taboo between them, and they couldn't easily bring them up.

"Take care, Your Majesty, there is something I think I should tell you, Ah Rui is still alive and well, and now he is the leader of the Demon Cult."

"That's good." Hearing Yanmo's words, Gao Li's brows relaxed. This may be the only good news he's heard in recent years.

But seeing Yan Mo's brows furrowed tightly, Gao Li knew in his heart that there must be something strange about this matter, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"He has been affected by the soul-separation technique, and maybe one day he will draw the sword against us. I went to Xifan this time not only for Xiao Yuer, but also for him. I want to break free from the shackles of soul-separation. People use pinning."

Gao Li's complexion darkened, and his dark eyes showed a trace of coldness and frost, "Is it the work of that Xifan Holy Emperor again?"

"It's him."

Gao Li slowly grasped his palm, and tightly clenched it into a fist, as if he was holding his enemy in his palm, with an expression of wanting to tear the opponent into pieces, Gao Li's body was full of murderous intent. His eyes overflowed from his body, his eyes were cold.

"For the sake of Yu'er, for the sake of the emperor, I must let the Holy Emperor Xifan die badly. I will trample him in the mud forever and ever, so that he will never stand up. This is the price he should pay. It hurts Yu. Son, the price of hurting someone I care about."

Yanmo believes that Gao Li has this ability. There are countless stars in the emperor's eyes, and the silence and honor when he stares is like the ruler of the world.

Not only does it make people tremble with fear, but those who offend him will definitely end badly.

"There is one last thing." Yanmo said slowly, his dark eyes cast on the back of his hand, "Qing'er never knew who her own father was, and I didn't want to tell him before Ah Rui remembered. , Qing'er always thought he was your child."

Listening to Yan Mo's retelling, Gao Li vaguely remembered that little guy who was only as long as an arm, so soft and small.

Children who are closely related to him by blood.

The cold light in Gao Li's eyes faded, replaced by a gentle smile, "That's pretty good, I always hope to have a child like Qing'er."

Yan Mo smiled slightly when he heard Gao Li's words.

There was a whistling wind above the tower, and the busy people below the tower were rushing to each other for their livelihood. Yan Mo turned around, bowed to Gao Li with both hands, and bowed deeply.

"My younger brother is not in good health, please take good care of him, Yanmo please again."

Gao Li was caught off guard and took several steps back, but he still didn't avoid it. After accepting Yan Mo's worship, Gao Li could only stretch out his hand to help Yan Mo up.

"Yu'er is my everything, needless to say, I will take good care of him."

"Your Majesty, please pay more attention to Qing'er's affairs. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of him when I go to Xifan."

"Definitely." Gao Li assured in a deep voice.

Yanmo turned around and left without any hesitation, his straight back was a little desolate and lonely under the setting sun and dusk, Gao Li vaguely felt this scene was very familiar, just like back then, Yanmo hugged Qing'er lonely and left alone.

Is the fate of brotherhood really inescapable?

Gao Li stared at Yan Mo's back in a daze. Five years ago, he received a sword from Long Qirui. He thought everything was over, but he didn't expect it to be just the beginning.

"Waste, a bunch of waste, can you play this as a tune?" The teacup was violently smashed to the ground, splashing everywhere, and the servants in the room knelt down, and no one dared to pick it up.

A man was dressed in a jet-black brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist, and held an ancient green pine sword in his hand. The bridge of the nose and lips were slightly pursed, looking dissatisfied at the kneeling person on the ground.

"A bunch of trash." The man scolded angrily.

The musicians and servants kneeling on the ground trembled like chaff but did not dare to speak a word. The prince of Sifan was irritable and fickle, moody, and often murderous and invisible.

He is also an idler who never cares about the state affairs and government affairs of Xifan. He knows how to have fun with his friends every day. When he is in a good mood, he spends a lot of money.

In the eyes of the people, the prince of Xifan is a living king of Hades, and no one dares to offend him easily.

The man who had been sitting on the seat drinking by himself stood up suddenly, kicked over the table in front of him, and instantly unsheathed the ancient green pine sword in his hand.

The person kneeling in front trembled even more. Si Yukun pointed his sword at the person's chest, "What I want to listen to is erotic dance music. What nonsense are you playing? Do you want to sincerely fight against me?"

"No, it's not...Your Highness, you just...you did order this just now."

"Nonsense." Si Yukun yelled angrily, kicked the man to the ground, and then walked towards the beautiful woman kneeling in the center trembling, it was a dancing girl.

Si Yukun walked up to the dancer, squatted down and lifted the dancer's chin with one hand, carefully examining the dancer's face.

"Well, he looks good." Si Yukun flatly commented.

Then he waved his hand, "You all get out."

Those people who received the amnesty ran out in panic and panic, fearing that if they stayed, they would become the next ghosts.

The dancer's face was pale, tears were about to fall, Si Yukun held the dancer's chin tightly, and asked in a cold voice, "Why, is my face scary? Why are you shaking like this?"

"No...not." The dancer's lips trembled, and she shook her head pitifully with red eyes, "Please let me go, Your Highness.

"Let you go, why? Don't you want to be a woman in this hall?" Si Yukun smiled abruptly when he heard Wu Ji's words, and asked, staring at Wu Ji playfully.

The dancer burst into tears, "No, I don't want to be His Highness's woman, please His Highness let me go, let me go back."

With a slap, the dancer was knocked down on the ground. Si Yukun stood up straight, looked down at the dancer from above, and snorted coldly, "If you want to toast, you will be fined."

The dancer fell to the ground, and Si Yukun kicked the dancer fiercely again. The dancer rolled awkwardly on the ground, her clothes fell off, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulders.

Si Yukun's eyes flashed, and he suddenly rushed forward and frantically tore at the dancer's clothes. The dancer was crying and struggling, but who was this man's opponent, she was quickly stripped and lay naked on the ground.

Si Yukun chuckled, his eyes were full of contempt, he unbuttoned his pants with one hand, and then quickly separated the dancer's legs.

Ah, the dancer let out a stern scream, her buttocks were stained with blood, Si Yukun just laughed evilly, wrapped one hand around the waist of the dancer, and moved viciously.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

This is already the first time, almost everyone knows the evil deeds of this Highness, the people who have sex with him, regardless of men and women, are usually tortured to death within a night.

The shrill voice of the dancer gradually weakened, and the blood continued to flow out from under her body, but Si Yukun didn't care, like an angry beast, moving continuously.

It wasn't until the body beneath him became cold and stiff that Si Yukun got up uninterestedly, straightened his clothes, and clapped his hands. Immediately, a servant rushed in, expressionlessly throwing his naked body to the ground. The woman is carried away.

Si Yukun looked at all this with indifferent eyes and snorted, a look of disgust flashed across his face, he really disgusted and hated himself like this.

He is obviously not like this, he can obviously live an upright life, who turned him into a ghost.

Si Yukun thought of the Holy Emperor Xifan, and hatred surged up in his heart. He impulsively slashed at the table beside him, and the table was split into two. Chopping like crazy indiscriminately.

The room was in a mess, with broken objects all over the floor, and Si Yukun sat down on the ground panting, covering his eyes with one hand.

The scenery of Xifan is completely different from that of Dajing. The buildings of Dajing are mostly red lacquered wood, and the buildings are classical, but the floors are not very high, while the buildings of Xifan are all mainly white, because the land There are very few reasons, so the places where they live are built very high.

The food here is also different from Dajing's. Yanmo sneaked into Xifan with a few trustworthy people.

Along the way, because his appearance was too eye-catching, Yan Mo had to find a bamboo hat to cover his face.

Li Ye also came all the way, because the three words of "Leaving Soul Art" greatly aroused Li Ye's interest. Li Ye almost took his own life for a plant of ice flower orchid, not to mention the mysterious "Leaving Soul Art".

Passiflora is very hot, and you can see many fruits that you have never seen before, such as coconuts and mangoes.

Yanmo looked curiously at the accompanying people as well, so they sat down at a restaurant, bought some food, and ate slowly, inquiring about the customs here.