The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Dao Jitian, Xianlin Desolate Land.

In front of a cave covered with thorns and bones, Ye Chen, wearing a long ink-wash gown, landed here. Beside him, a dog and two chickens followed.

Da Huang, the dog barked: "Zangxian, come out and greet my master!"

The door of the cave opened, and a beautiful woman in a blood-stained robe appeared at the door..........

The woman's voice was cold, revealing a sense of strangers not approaching: "Meet Emperor Chen Tian, ​​I don't know why Emperor Chen Tian came here today."

Ye Chen had a faint smile on his face: "You lost."

The beautiful woman narrowed her eyes: "How did this emperor lose."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Ye Chen walked to a bone and touched it. After a moment, he said in a faint voice: " Nine thousand years ago, you made a bet with me, you said you would realize a trace of the power of Taichu by cutting off all emotions. "

"I know, I have already felt a trace of feeling, and in another ninety thousand years at most, I will definitely use the ruthless method to attract Taichu!"

"Do you still remember asking me to help you cut off your emotions?"

"I remember, so."

Ye Chen took back his hand on the bones: "So you lost, I just made a move once."

"How did I lose?" The Burial Fairy Empress did not believe that she would be moved.

She closed her emotions for nine thousand years, and separated thirteen soul sources to experience the world of mortals for nine thousand years. In these nine thousand years, she saw her soul source constantly reincarnated, constantly experiencing all kinds of life and death, separation, love and hatred.

After millions of reincarnations, her heart is now as hard as a rock, and nothing can make her raise a trace of Taoism.

"In the lower world, one of your soul sources fell in love with someone."

Zangxian's face did not fluctuate when he heard this: "Killing the one you love will make this emperor's understanding deeper."

Ye Chen smiled and said: "But your soul source loves him, will your soul source be willing to kill him?"

Zangxian smiled indifferently: "That soul source may not, but my other twelve soul sources will sense it, and then they will find the soul source that is moved."

"The ruthless soul source will kill the emotional soul source and then absorb the emotional soul source to reincarnate."

"Reincarnate again, this emperor's understanding will only be deeper, so I can't lose."

Ye Chen nodded: "You are right, but what if your affectionate soul source kills your ruthless soul source and absorbs your ruthless soul source?"

Without giving Zangxian a chance to speak, Ye Chen said again: "If the soul source that is moved After absorbing all your soul sources, the soul source of emotion will be you, and you will be emotional. "

Zangxian looked indifferent: "Impossible, the soul sources of this emperor are only stronger than the emotional soul sources. Once a person is emotional, he will be dragged down. You can't be distracted when you are enlightened. If you are distracted, you can't see the great way!"

Ye Chen continued to persuade: "This emperor has a wife, children, brothers, and friends. Didn't this emperor still become the 21st Taichu Daoji Realm in the past and present?"

Zangxian sneered: "Different paths, no conspiracy, this emperor will eventually prove the Dao of Taichu Daoji with the ruthless method and become the second Taichu Daoji in the world!"

Ye Chen smiled and turned away: "If this emperor says you lose, you have already lost."

"Dao Ni Yin Yang Thirteen Realms, he will... destroy his floating life for you."

The voice dissipated in the air, and Ye Chen disappeared.

In front of the cave, the Buried Fairy Queen, whose figure and appearance were more mature and hot than Mo Lingqing, smiled coldly: "Destroy my thirteen soul sources? How can people in the lower world have such ability?"

She didn't care at all. Her Dao heart was already indestructible. She returned to the cave to continue to comprehend. She didn't even take this matter to heart.

Cut off all emotions. If this matter could make her care... then her nine thousand years of comprehending would be in vain.

In a brick and tile attic somewhere in the fairy forest, Ye Chen knocked on the bedroom door: "Madam, your husband is back."

On the bed in the bedroom, a beautiful figure was sitting cross-legged here. This person was wearing a phoenix crown and a red bridal robe, with three red flames between her eyebrows. Although her phoenix eyes were closed at this moment, they still revealed a trace of coldness.

At this moment, the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly. As her eyes opened, she could vaguely see the destruction of the stars and the withering of all things in her eyes... This is the thought of destruction.

She, Ye Chen's only wife, the Queen of Nine Netherworlds - Qian Yujing!

A smile of surprise appeared on her stunning face, which diluted her cold and chilly temperament.

As her black brocade robe fluttered, she got out of bed and walked towards the door...

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For half a month, Wang Que had been kneeling in front of Bu Nanzi's tomb with a confused look.

During this period, Han Xianlan's three protectors finally came up.

However, within the Wang family's territory... they were unable to 'capture' the young patriarch..........

The death of Wang family ancestor Bu Nanzi caused quite a stir in Jinyang City.

But soon, a new ancestor of the Wang family appeared, named Tiangong, and it was rumored that he was still... in the late Yuandan stage...

In the morning of this day, Wang Que in front of the tomb moved, and his expression was no longer confused.

"My life must be controlled by myself. If my life is not controlled by myself, then is it still me?"

He slowly stood up and shook off the fallen leaves on his body.

"Fishing rod........."

Wang Que looked at the fishing rod in his hand. He didn't know what it was made of, but thinking that it was that person's thing........

"Put it away first, and return it when there is a chance in the future."

Looking up at the tombstone in front of him, Wang Que whispered: "Grandpa, you asked someone to let me go home to see, but I am not at home?"

"What's the matter, can't you tell me directly?"

"Or did you see something by deducing the secrets of heaven, so you asked someone to tell me?"

While Wang Que was talking to himself, Mo Lingqing came over with the four girls of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

"Are you okay?" Mo Lingqing looked at Wang Que's profile.

Wang Que turned around and smiled: "It's okay, I'm not that fragile, let's go."

Mo Lingqing nodded slightly: "Go back and take a shower, your clothes are all dusty now."

Wang Que nodded and walked up the path: "Madam, I seem to have had a dream. In the dream, Grandpa told me to go home and take a look."

"But isn't this home?"

"How can I go home and take a look?"

Mo Lingqing frowned slightly: "This can be my husband's home, or it can't be my husband's home."

"What do you mean?" The smile on Wang Que's face disappeared.

Mo Lingqing said lightly: "This can be said to be my husband's former home, and my husband's home now is Xuanyin Mountain."

"Home, the word has a very broad meaning."

"When two people are together, no matter where they are, it can be called home."

"A place where you have lived for a long time can also be called home."

"When Grandpa said to go home and take a look, maybe Grandpa didn't mean my husband's home, maybe Grandpa meant his home."

Wang Que was startled and stopped, he recalled what the man said.

At that time, by the misty river, the man said, 'Bu Nanzi asked you to go home and take a look.'

Bu Nanzi asked you to go home and take a look.

Go home.........

Is it really as Madam said?

Grandpa didn't mean to let him go back to his own home, but Grandpa wanted him to go back to his home?

Thinking of this, Wang Que's heart was churning. He was confused by the situation and he always thought this was his home.

But Mo Lingqing was a bystander. She was very independent and rational. She never thought this was her home. To her, Xuanyin Mountain was her home, where her mother's soul and her father's tablet were.

"Madam, you are so smart!" Wang Que was excited: "Let's go to Grandpa's home!"

Not far away, an illusory big yellow dog and two hens squatted on a tree branch and looked at this place.

"This kid finally reacted. If he could react that night, the master wouldn't have to go back so soon."

The hen Xiaohong beside him looked up: "Brother Dahuang, you can't say that. The master is curious about what the Mirage lineage left for him, but the master also misses our mistress more."

Xiaohua nodded her head in agreement, her voice much gentler: "Sister Hong is right, the master will definitely not wait for Wang Que for too long. The master can only leave for a short half month every few years. In the past, this half month was spent accompanying the mistress."

"This time I'm away for half a month, and there are so many things to do. How can the master have the leisure to stay here for a long time."

Brother Dahuang nodded his dog head: "Let's go, follow him and take a look, and then tell the master what the Mirage lineage left for this kid."

Xiaohua followed: "Brother Dahuang, you should call him Wang Que. If you get used to it, it will be difficult to change it back in the future."

A helpless look flashed in Dahuang's eyes: "Now it's easy to call it. Alas, change it slowly. Follow him and take a look first........."