Chapter 2 Who said that the past is like a cloud

"The suzerain won, the suzerain won!!!" The dark temple, which has always been quiet and gloomy, is particularly lively on this unusual night.

"Dad, Sister Ziyue said that my mother won, hehe, my mother won, my mother is the most powerful person!" A girl about four or five years old said happily to the man in blue.

"Well, your mother won. Your mother is the best!" The blue-shirted man rubbed the girl's head dotingly, but his eyes stared at the door, worried about the woman who was against ten thousand.

Night fantasy dust, his favorite woman, the dark patriarch of the dark temple, a mysterious figure in the martial arts, a demon-like existence! Killing people like numbness, cold-blooded and ruthless! But she is like this, and he is willing to give up everything for her!

Suddenly, the man in blue stood up from his seat, ran to the door, and hurriedly met the night dust that came back from the victory, "Is there any injury? Is it an internal injury or an external injury? Do you want to..."

"Chu, don't be so nervous. I'm fine!" Ye Huanchen took Rong Xiu's hand and said gently. Seeing the unmoved food on the table, she frowned slightly, "Didn't I ask you to eat? Why haven't I eaten yet? The food is cold! Come on, pour the vegetables and do it again!"

Hearing that Ye Huanchen was going to pour out the dish, Rong Xiu immediately said, "Don't, Huanchen, this dish can still be eaten. What a pity!"

"Shu, you have a bad stomach. Ziyue said that you can't eat cold food. If you really feel sorry for these dishes, you have to eat them while they are hot, okay?"

"Know, know!" Rong Xiu saw that Ye Huanchen was a little angry and didn't dare to say anything more. He lowered his head and replied glutinously.

"It's not like that. Dad is worried about his mother, so he can't eat. Mother is bad... Mother is fierce! I won't pay attention to my mother anymore. My mother is so bad!" The little guy pulled Ye Huanchen's clothes and complained.

"What did you say?" Ye Huanchen's cold eyes swept away, and the little guy trembled all over.

"I'm bad!" The little guy said in dismay, and then got into Rong Xiu's arms and said sourly, "I have to bow my head under the eaves!"

As soon as he said this, Ye Huanchen, who had always been known for his coldness, couldn't stop laughing, "This little guy is getting more and more ghostly!"

Looking at Ye Huanchen's happy smile, Rong Xiu sighed slightly in the bottom of his heart that she hadn't laughed like this for many years. It seems that the arrival of this child may not be a nightmare for him, but an endpoint that can start with her.

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The interior of the Dark Temple are similar to ancient Roman buildings, but they are all dyed black. The room of Night Dust is in the east of the Dark Temple. The huge rotating stairs are close to the barrel-shaped building inside the room, winding up, and the long black Persian carpet covers the whole room.

"The suzerain, the prison slave is alive, it's a girl." A woman in purple knelt on the black Persian carpet with one knee on her right leg. The whole room was all black and black, which made people's chest tight.

"Hold it to Qiantian, and then kill it!" Ye Huanchen lay slanted on the soft couch, narrowing her eyes lazily, wearing only a white middle coat. As her body tilted, her neckline was slightly open, and her black hair was draped on her body. The sharp contrast between black and white made people feel a kind of pressure invisibly.

"Yes!" The woman in purple did not dare to question it. In her eyes, there was no difference between Ye Huanchen's order and the devil's order. The devil's order did not allow her to think or refute it!

Ye Huanchen, lying on the soft couch, gently raised his head with his left hand, stretched out his jade-like right hand, picked up a wisp of black hair, closed his eyes, and whispered gently, "Qiantian, if you see your relatives die in front of you, will you be so meaningless? Ha ha! Ha ha ha!"

Ye Huanchen smiled coldly, which was completely different from the laughter just now, without a trace of temperature.

"Qiantian, it has harmed so many people. What qualifications do you have to have relatives!" Ye Huanchen suddenly opened his charming eyes, "Fate, what is it?" Even if I don't have a life expectancy of 50 years, I will still live a thousand days longer than you. I want to smile and see that you are worse than death under my feet.

Do you think you can control me with drugs?

Do you think I love my life as much as you do?

Do you think I will never resist? Can't you ever resist?

You are wrong, and it's a big mistake!

I, the night dust, take a life span of 50 years as a medicine guide to unlock the 'thousands' you have added to me,

Do you want to use my magic moon energy to help you unify the world?

Want to threaten my submission to you forever with my relatives?

Dream!!!

You don't see if you have that life!?

Kill my brother, humiliate Rong Xiu, and plan to let me work for you. It's simply crazy and delusional!

Ten years of inhuman and ghostless training and ten years of inhuman torture. If you succeed, you will practice a demon that the world is afraid of, a dark demon, and a demon that will eventually push you into the death tunnel.

I won't let you go so easily. I want you to see your relatives die tragically in front of you. I want to torture you day by day. I want you to live like a dog, like me.

Lu Qiantian, I curse you in the name of darkness, and I will always enter the beast path and never end to reincarnation!

Ye Huanchen roared in his heart. In this society where women are superior and male, her brother, her fiance, and the two boys who used to be like daisies, also fell into the devil's mouth eight years after she was arrested.

"Fantasy Sky, Rong Xiu..." She is unwilling to have a night fantasy dust! She was unwilling to spare those beasts like this. Huantian was tortured to death by those beasts. He was only thirteen years old! In their first and last meeting after eight years, what Ye Huanchen saw was that there was no complete fantasy sky all over his body. Bloody scars covered his whole body, lying there quietly like discarded garbage, without a trace of life, and beside her, she was humiliated. The fiance is weak and only one breath is left! What's the reason? The reason is that her night dust is not strong enough and cruel enough. Qiantian killed Huantian and humiliated Rong Xiu in order to prove to her that in Qiantian's eyes, Ye Huanchen is the same as a dog. She can control you without threatening. And if Ye Huanchen is disobedient, then Huantian is her end.

"Revenge has begun to avenge, but it is far from over!" Ye Huanchen touched his body full of bumpy scars, and the hatred in his eyes deepened another layer.

The scars can never be removed, just like the haze in her heart, which can't be dissipated in this life!

"Who?!" Ye Huanchen made a cold sound. At the same time, the silver needle in his hand broke the door bolt, and an old man staggered into the room

"Fantasy, door master, is an old man. The old man saw that you didn't drink tea after eating, so he specially sent tea!" The old lady crooked her body and said submissively!

"Oh! Silk water, this tea is really good!" Ye Huanchen glanced at the old man and said, "You have worked hard for so many years, and this cup of tea will be rewarded to you!"

"This... This can't be used. How dare you spoil such a valuable thing as silk water!" When the old lady heard that Ye Huanchen was going to give her the tea, she was so scared that her hands trembled and almost spilled the tea.

"That's true. Since you can't afford to waste it, you can leave your life behind!" As soon as Ye Huanchen's voice fell, the old man didn't have time to react, so she felt that her forehead was cold and disappeared like smoke in an instant.

Ye Huanchen glanced at the place where the old woman disappeared, glanced out of the window, and then turned around and walked out of the door, as if nothing had happened.

"It should be time." The night dust muttered, and soon, a small sound of footsteps was heard not far away.

"The suzerain, the daughter of a thousand heavens is dead, and the prison slave Gonghua is crazy!" The person kneeling on the ground said neatly.

For a long time, as if ten thousand years had passed, Ye Huanchen gently stroked his sleeves and took two steps forward. A bright smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and asked inadvertently, "Her expression."

"There is no expression, but the eyes are empty as if there is no soul." The man kneeling on the ground immediately replied respectfully.

"Ha ha! OK, good!" Ye Huanchen smiled like a ghost. He nodded gently and waved his hand. The person on the ground immediately got up and bowed and left, daring not to stay for a moment.

"Your last hope has been broken by me. What else can you expect?" Ye Huanchen let go of his white fingers, "The most cruel thing in the world is to let you live without any hope!"

The pain you put on me in those years, I want you to pay back a thousand times.

It's dead. I'm good for you!

I'm not dead. I want you to live better than die!

In the middle of the night, the world is full of desolation!

Ye Huanchen sat on the eaves and took out a piccolo made of blood and jade from behind. The body of the flute was crystal clear, like blood.

The sound of the flute is faintly sounded in this fiery desert.

In the vast sky, only this flute sound will last forever.

Thousands of days, you tried your best to let Gong Hua give birth to a daughter, and finally let me destroy it.

You are satisfied with such an ending,

I think you will be satisfied!

It's just that I'm not satisfied!