"Soul, soul, soul..."

A deep, dark place. It was so dark on the long corridor that it was impossible to see clearly. At the end, there was a black figure lurking, blending into the darkness like a dangerous beast.

"The soul is coming..."

A strange sound floated in the air, deep and faint, with an emptiness like the depths of the soul.

With the air, drifting to a far, far place...

I don’t know how much time passed.

There was a sound of light footsteps in the corridor.

The footsteps are getting closer...

It’s Emperor Nanyuan.

He dragged his mechanized steps, looking forward with empty eyes, without any light, and walked stiffly as if he was possessed by a ghost.

Walking.

Go to the end.

Entering the darkness, I saw black eyes with blood-red eyeballs bleeding.

Bang!

With the sound of a snap of fingers, Emperor Nanyuan was awakened as if from a dream. His whole body trembled, and his eyes quickly focused. He subconsciously looked around and found himself in the Heavenly Prison. The man in black robe sitting cross-legged in front of him was the imprisoned Zhu Qianchi.

"you……"

He was extremely surprised, "Why am I here?"

He was clearly reviewing memorials in the Imperial Study.

While he was busy, he seemed to hear a faint voice calling him. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but he could not remember what happened after that.

Zhu Qianchi wrapped himself in a black robe to hide those strange totems of weeping bloody eyes.

"I couldn't bear to see you being kept in the dark by Ling Yixing, so I wanted to pull you out from the edge of the cliff." He spoke with an extremely hoarse voice, and his words were neither hurried nor slow, long and strange.

His entire body exuded a thick aura of darkness.

It makes people afraid to approach.

"You... stop using forbidden techniques! I will not let you go. You have evil intentions and are harming the world. You will only end up dead!" Emperor Nanyuan said coldly.

"The person who used the forbidden technique is Ling Yixing!"

Zhu Qianchi stood up, and his bony hands gently stroked the edge of his black robe, laughing slyly.

"We have been fighting for three years, and Nanyuan has lost for three consecutive years, but you still believe in Ling Yixing. If this continues, Nanyuan will be destroyed. As the emperor, are you a fool?"

"you!"

Emperor Nanyuan was furious, "How dare you speak disrespectfully to me!"

Damn it!

"Someone, shut his mouth!"

The order was given, and two soldiers walked towards the cell and were about to take action.

Zhu Qianchi stood there leisurely and said in a hoarse voice:

"Three days."

"With me here, King Chen will surely be defeated in the Battle of Shanhaiguan in three days."

.

Tonight, the moonlight is dim, the sky is covered with dark clouds, and it is gloomy.

Ling Yixing had finished his work at noon and was about to leave the palace to go home when the emperor assigned him a task at the last minute. He worked without delay until the evening and finally finished it.

When he rushed home, he saw three men surrounding his sister from a distance.

"Xiao Ye, are you hungry?"

"Xiao Ye, are you thirsty?"

"You've been reading for a long time. Take a break. I'll massage your legs."

The three men were extremely attentive to Qin Ye, asking him about his well-being and taking good care of him. The three heads rushed forward one after another, like big bad wolves seeing a little lamb.

Ling Yixing: “?”

He walked over and asked, "Xiao Ye?"

"elder brother!"

Qin Ye looked up, saw him, his eyes lit up, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and hurriedly jumped three feet high and ran up.

"Brother, you are finally back!"

Ling Yixing stretched out his hands and caught her steadily, "Don't run, be careful not to fall."

"Miss you~~"

Especially want to.

No matter how busy he was before, he would come back in the afternoon at most. Now it was already late at night. If he didn't come back, she might think he was assassinated or something.

Ling Yixing laughed, "See you every day, is there anything you miss?"

Qin Ye hugged his arm and rubbed his head against it. "Oh, I just miss you. I'm worried that you won't be used to the food in the palace, and I'm also worried that you're too busy and can't take care of yourself."

Ling Yixing smiled and said nothing more.

On the contrary, Jun Yuyang and the other two standing next to them had red eyes due to envy.

Miss him!

Miss them!

Ling Yixing doesn't need Xiaoye's thoughts, they do!

Think of them quickly!