War seemed imminent, and it was unclear when it would begin, but it appeared that fighting was taking place in all four regions.
All three disciples went out, and Ye's mother also went out for a walk with Ye Qinghan, since Ye Qinghan planned to return the title of Demon Emperor to his mother.
She didn't want to be a demon emperor; she just wanted to be a wicked fox.
Li Shiyao returned to the Eastern Region, and Dongfang Jue returned to the Zhenbei Army camp.
However, Ye Qinghan and his mother went to the Northern Region.
Three months had passed since Miaomiao became a disciple. As the fifth disciple, Miaomiao's strength was not even comparable to that of the outer disciples.
However, with the magical treasures given to her by her master, no one can do anything to her.
Inside the Lingxian Palace, Su Cheng was also free from work at the moment, and he was practicing calligraphy at his desk, which was quite rare for him.
"Completely under control," Su Cheng wrote for quite a while.
However, he was still not satisfied, and even when Miaomiao had almost run out of paper, he still hadn't found a piece of calligraphy that he was happy with.
The calligraphy used for imitation is Xun Ye's. Xun Ye's calligraphy is very beautiful, just like the person himself.
It is as sharp as if carved by a knife or axe.
"They have a lot of leisure time."
It seemed to come suddenly, but it was just like always, as reassuring as I remembered.
"good."
Lingxian Palace should be as warm as spring all year round, but at this moment a cold wind is blowing, making long robes flutter.
As that voice, which seemed to require censorship and seemed to require payment, entered their ears, the overall temperature of Lingxian Palace instantly dropped to freezing point.
"You brought war into this world."
Even so, her voice remained as warm as ever, instead full of emotion.
She makes it so that people can understand her meaning without having to turn around.
"If I had started this war, it wouldn't have dragged on until today."
Su Cheng didn't turn around; he simply crumpled the words on the table into a ball and tossed it aside.
Then he took another piece of paper and laid it on the table.
Just as I was about to put pen to paper, my hand was grabbed.
"What are you trembling for, Your Majesty? Are you afraid?"
"Joke~"
"Are you afraid of me, or afraid of death?"
"If I had to choose one, it would be that I'm afraid of you."
"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to eat you~"
"You're talking like you've never eaten it before..."
"You know that's an illusion, otherwise my husband would have been the first to rebel, wouldn't he?"
Su Cheng remained silent. Ever since she seized the power of judgment, he had never won against her.
Regardless of the aspect.
It's fortunate it was just an illusion. Su Cheng didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if this guy actually took over the inner city; she'd probably steal even his desk...
This guy likes everything, it seems like all vixens are like that, thieves never leave empty-handed, they never leave without a load.
"What's up?"
"Given our relationship, do I really need a preamble to talk to you?"
"No, but it would be better if something happened, otherwise I'm really scared."
Holding hands with the uninvited guest, Su Cheng wrote four words on a piece of paper.
The Blade of Judgment
Her handwriting should have been beautiful, but the four characters she wrote by hand were crooked and uneven, suggesting that Su Cheng had poor comprehension.
Aren't you going to turn around and look at me?
"No, I'm afraid you'll stab me."
"How could I? How could I bear to do that?"
"That's what you said when you stabbed me last time."
Su Cheng will never forget the expression on Ye He's face when she learned of Xun Ye's death.
In an instant, the sword of judgment pierced through his body.
To be honest, it really hurt. Even a demigod would need a full six months to recover from such an injury.
He only felt better after Ye Qinghan destroyed the Pingyun Sect.
"You have a way, don't you?"
"There is a way."
"If you can find my sister, I can still be a loyal minister and a cunning fox."
As soon as the words fell, that pure power was poured into the pen in his hand. The pen, which could just write, was now frozen into a sharp blade. With just a gentle probe...
The brush pierced through the table in an instant...
"If you can't find it, then wait for... the judgment of the gods to descend."
Su Cheng smiled helplessly, feeling that he might be the most aggrieved lord in history.
"Don't worry, this isn't just for you. I will never break my promise to her."
"This time, I will rewrite your future."
That guy seemed to have noticed something, or perhaps he had overheard something.
"Heh, us?"
Su Cheng said firmly, "Yes, you, all of you."
Ye He slowly released Su Cheng's hand and turned around.
I hope you can keep your word.
The two stood back to back, but Su Cheng remained resolute.
"Who do you think I am? I always keep my word."
Ye He slowly walked out the door and saw a girl holding a sickle standing by the door, glaring angrily.
"Heh~ that's rather interesting~"
"Youwei, step back!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Youwei slowly put away her sickle and made way for her.
A moment later, Ye He disappeared, and Su Cheng sat calmly in the courtyard, facing Chu Youwei.
"Youwei, you're being too impulsive. She's not someone you can handle."
Chu Youwei's expression was even more resolute than Su Cheng's.
"Master, Youwei is not afraid."
"Hehe, I know you're not afraid, but I am. That guy, like Xiao Ai, is a king who slays gods. He's not someone you can deal with."
Chu Youwei remained silent, as if whatever her master said was law.
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