Han Yichen pulled Hua Qingcheng's hand and gave her a tender kiss on the back of her hand, looking at her with gentle and sweet eyes.
"What? Sanlang, do you despise your wife for being old and ugly? Do you want me to be reborn? Upgrade 'Iron Qingcheng' to 'Golden Qingcheng'?" Hua Qingcheng suppressed the corners of her mouth and pretended to be angry.
Sanlang's masters are truly extraordinary, especially these four. If they were in modern times, they would definitely win countless fans in a matter of minutes. Youth is fleeting, and beauty fades easily. What woman doesn't love beauty? And who doesn't want eternal youth and lasting beauty?
As a direct disciple of the four masters Tianming, Yueqing, and Han Yichen, besides the superb medical skills of the second master Xuanming, how much more skills has he learned from the other masters? In any case, Hua Qingcheng felt like she had found a treasure!
"Yang Aoxue, you're a hypocritical liar!"
When Hua Qingcheng and her group's carriage stopped at the Cliff of Forgetfulness, when Hua Qingcheng got off the carriage, she saw Tian Chen holding a sword angrily, pointing it at the neck of a woman in gray standing on the edge of the cliff.
The woman had her hair tied up high, a half-silver mask on her face, and a black iron sword slung across her back. She exuded a sense of awe and looked incredibly cool. The only flaw was that her left sleeve was empty.
"Along~"
"For sixteen years, Aoxue has traveled thousands of miles, but still couldn't find any trace of you. Could it be that the descendant of the Yu family just didn't want me to commit suicide for love, so he lied to me that you were still alive?"
Yang Aoxue looked at the unfathomable cold pool at the bottom of the cliff with a leisurely gaze, and two lines of bitter tears slid down the corners of her eyes.
"In this world of three thousand, I love three: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for me every morning and every evening."
"Along, Aoxue is here to see you!"
Just as Yang Aoxue was about to jump off the cliff, Tian Chen held her tightly.
"You haven't explained clearly what kind of person my mother is. She can't die!"
Tian Chen, who was determined to find the answer, hugged Yang Aoxue's waist tightly with both hands to prevent her from moving.
"Oh!"
"Why should I care what kind of person she is? Whether she is a Buddha or a devil who kills without blinking an eye, what does it have to do with me?" Yang Aoxue sneered.
"Let me go, otherwise when I lose my patience, I will slap you away with one palm. Or do you want to go to hell with me?" Yang Aoxue looked at Tian Chen with cold eyes.
“Wait!”
Just when the two were in a stalemate, a powerful female voice suddenly came.
Hua Qingcheng looked in disbelief at Yang Aoxue, who was standing on the edge of a cliff with a black iron sword on his back, one arm broken, intending to commit suicide for love.
So, this is... a female version of Yang Guo?
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