Di Yuan must die!

Yang Zhaowen could feel Ji Le's will.

Ji Le allowed Di Yuan and Yang Zhaowen to meet to resolve the grudges over the years. But for the sake of the casualties of Xia Kingdom over the years, Di Yuan had to give an explanation with her own death.

The only thing Ji Le could do was to give Di Yuan a decent way of death and separate her from her life:

Mrs. Di died decades ago, while her pregnant daughter died today.

The two stared at each other, silent.

The tree has been completed and there is no room for maneuver.

Moreover, with the appearance of Yang Zhaowen and the appearance of his three children, Di Yuan's hostility was gradually melting.

Hostice and resentment are the foundation for her existence. Now, with the unraveling of the knot and obsession in the heart, the fundamentals that depend on the world are dissipating little by little.

Suddenly, Yang Zhaowen stretched out his arms and showed a calm and bright smile: "I confronted you and I for the last time during my lifetime, and you didn't stab that sword after all. Now, I'll give you a chance."

"Oh?" Di Yuan sarcastically said: "This is your grandson's body."

"He can't die, Your Highness will protect him. The only one who really dies is my residual soul."

The flame surrounding Yang Zhaowen paused for a moment, and then it ignited again and continued to burn and jump.

Di Yuan's face changed slightly, and she realized Yang Zhaowen's current state: "You father-son inheritance is a spell cast by burning your own soul?"

Yang Zhaowen nodded: "I know I can't hide it from you. This mantra itself uses the soul as firewood to integrate into the body of his descendants to ensure his peace for life. The source energy of the mantra is my soul. Now that great-grandson is about to be born, my soul will naturally not be able to hold on."

"So, you are willing to let me kill you?"

Yang Zhaowen shook his head: "It's not the case. This incident happened because of me. No matter what my condition is, I will always give the victims an explanation."

"Although the wives of Yuandie, Shaohe and You'an didn't say anything, they might not have no hatred or resentment towards me. They just wouldn't blame me directly under the ties of emotions and responsibilities."

Yang Zhaowen smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, if you do this, confronting me head-on will make me feel better."

At least in this way, some people have clearly told themselves that they are committing crimes, not as the so-called "hero" who sacrificed their descendants with great righteousness.

"This matter must be settled. Instead of letting me, the culprit, die quietly, it is better to use your hand to completely end it all."

"..." Di Yuan's eyes were complicated, and she quietly looked at the man in front of her.

During your lifetime, you have fulfilled your righteousness. After your death, will you let me take you on your last journey?

"Do you remember what you said to me back then?" Yang Zhaowen: "That day, I was wearing a plain crown, and you ran over to recite poems to me."

Di Yuan's heart trembled and said quietly: "I will see the simple crown? The thorny person is Luan Luan, and the heart is exhausted."

I am fortunate to see you wearing a white crown and keeping polite and kind-hearted gentlemanly. But your body is so thin and haggard, is it to give your sister a gift or because of busy and tired state affairs.

On that day, Yang Zhaowen fell ill due to overwork. As a famous witch in the Linggong Palace, Di Yuan came to help him diagnose and treat him. Seeing his haggard face, she couldn't help but whisper.

"I'm so sad that I'm going to see the simple clothes? I'm sad and I'm talking about returning with me." Yang Zhaowen smiled freely and recited the last sentence, and his thoughts couldn't help but think of the day that happened.

Think about it carefully, the reason why I married Di Yuan was also related to this poem.

I was fortunate to see you wearing white clothes and keeping the etiquette like rituals, and I couldn't help but feel sad and sad. I really wanted to go back with you all the way.

It was this sentence that really made Yang Zhaowen face up to the little sister hiding behind her and her husband.

The idea of ​​supporting each other began from that time on.

When Di Yuan saw Yang Zhaowen's expression, a trace of sadness flashed across her face. Her right hand spread out, and the remaining spiritual power condensed into a sharp lightsaber.

"Why can you see the simple tide? My heart is full of strength, and I am talking about the same as my son." With this statement, the cold and cold sword light passed through the flames and pierced into Yang Zhaowen's body.

But strangely, this sword did not hurt Yang Ke's body, but instead shattered Yang Zhaowen's spirit core and completely destroyed his soul.

thump--

In the flames, Yang Ke's body fell to the ground, leaving only a faint figure in white-clothed white clothes.

A gentleman is polite in a white crown.

The breeze blew across the bamboo forest, and the two stood opposite each other, and they returned to the scene of that day in a daze.

My heart is full of strength and I am talking about the same as my son. This sentence is not only what Di Yuan said back then, but also her last feeling now.

My heart is sad, and I wish to be one with you. I am sad and sad, and I will be with you. Life and death depend on you.

However, the oath of the day was broken by the two of them soon after.

In order to protect his young wife, Yang Zhaowen chose to bear the responsibility alone.

Under the double blow of the pain of the child and the betrayal of her husband, Di Yuan drew her sword in anger.

At that moment, both of them forgot the promise they made.

The sword light shattered the spirit core, and Yang Zhaowen felt the disappearance of the spiritual power in his body. At this time, he slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked Di Yuan's silk like that day:

"In summer, winter night. After a hundred years, I will return to my residence.

On winter nights, on summer days, after a hundred years, return to his room.”

The summer and winter nights are endless, and the vastness of a hundred years begins again and again. One day, we will reunite together, and we will go to the underworld together.

Yang Zhaowen was unable to save Di Yuan from Ji Le. As Di Yuan's resentment dissipated today, his death date had arrived. All he could do was to die with Di Yuan today, bringing a complete end to this matter.

The flames followed Yang Zhaowen's hand and gradually ignited Di Yuan's soul body. As the resentment dissipated, her spiritual body also became unstable. With the divine fire ignited by Yang Zhaowen, her body gradually faded away.

"You are the same bed in the same bed, and you are the same cave in the same bed. Are you two perfect? ​​But are the others?"

On the ground, "Yang Ke" got up, Ji Le controlled the body of the king and walked to the edge of the bamboo forest.

At this time, Yang Zhaowen's other two wives felt something and came to the edge of the bamboo forest.

Ji Le looked at the expressions of the other two wives.

Obviously, these two ladies did not feel much about the burning flames in the bamboo forest.

Mrs. Zheng's mind is more about her children, and she has no big thoughts about her husband and Di Yuan's death together. Originally, she expressed her understanding of this matter. The reason why she died of depression was that she could not pass the hurdle in her heart. Now that the child is back, although they are all ghosts, she can still enjoy the family life of mother and son in the underworld, which is the greatest happiness.

As for Yang Ke’s grandfather, as the mastermind behind this matter, let him and Di Yuan finish the matter!

Before coming, Mrs. Zheng was mentally prepared.

However, I felt a little uncomfortable when I watched the two people burn themselves in the fire.

Yang Ke’s grandmother was even more open-minded. She had the most love for her grandfather, and she had at least left a child. What else would her husband not be satisfied with her child?

In the flames, Di Yuan's power gradually dissipated.

Suddenly, she remembered something and turned to the "Yang Ke" on the side and said, "The evil god in Nanyu Mountain attacked Luocheng, and this matter has nothing to do with Pei Lei. I hope your highness will understand it."

Pei Lei's most powerful force lies in his force, but when he was in Nanyu Mountain, he did not show his power of the gods at all and disguised himself as an ordinary spirit.

A wanderer on earth, who knows that he has such ability?

In addition, he had no troops, so he had almost no friction with Xia Kingdom.

When Xia Kingdom liquidated the grudge between Nanyushan and Pei Lei was an outsider.

After all, Pei Lei helped him a lot, and Di Yuan didn't want him to be unlucky before he died.

Then, she condensed the remaining spiritual power into a jewel and handed it to Ji Le: "This thing is given to Yu Ma."

Although the spiritual power accumulated by the pregnant girl over the past decades was given part of her three children and part of it was dissipated when the resentment was dissolved, the remaining spiritual power was enough to save me from ten years of hard practice.

Di Yuan had hesitated about the belonging of this spiritual power.

Yu Ma and Nangong Qingyan are two younger generations in Xia Kingdom who have some fate with me. After destroying the spirits, who will I leave for this body of spiritual power?

Nangong Qingyan's strength is not as strong as Yu Ma, and he feels inferior in his heart, just like he used to be. Perhaps, he can use his spiritual power to help her improve her cultivation so as not to be bullied in the future.

As a great witch, Yu Ma, the orthodox leader of the Spirit Palace, is the witch of this generation. If he obtains his own spiritual power, it may be more beneficial to the Xia Kingdom?

Di Yuan even thought about dividing her spiritual power into two. But in that case, it would not be of much help to Yu Ma, and it would even waste her time gathering power.

After thinking about it, Di Yuan finally left her spiritual power to Yu Ma.

"I have been walking outside over the years, and all the things related to the witch path are hidden under an old tree outside the Nine Palace City. Your Highness can be found as a national spirit. As for some ordinary things I have left behind, they are currently placed in a vineyard in Tumu. Looking back and letters in the thatched cottage can be given to Nangong."

"I understand." Ji Le possessed Yang Ke, so naturally this could not be hidden from Di Yuan.

"Your Highness, you are worthy of the incarnation of the country. Nine Palace City, no, you are in charge of Xia State, and we all have no worries about the deceased. But there seems to be a snake in the Nine Palace City, please be careful."

Snake trouble?

Ji Le's eyes flashed, as if he had realized something.

After arranging his funeral, Di Yuan looked back at his husband and stroked his eyebrows that were somewhat similar to Yang Ke. The woman chuckled and said, "It's still the same look that looks familiar."

Love and hate were entangled for half a lifetime, and resentment and annoyance for half a lifetime after death. In the end, the clouds disappeared, and it was an empty dream.

"It's a pity that I can't keep my youth like you - now, are you afraid?"

"I have not fulfilled my vows before my lifetime, but I have finally fulfilled it now. Why are you afraid of it?" Di Yuan was calm and free, and many years of resentment disappeared. Seeing that the sky was a bit cute.
Chapter completed!