In the underwater demon cave.
Facing Song Hengjiang's anger, Zhuang Gaoxian was silent for a long time.
After a long time, he said, "She's already become a demon, isn't she? As a member of the Water Race, she has already passed away. What you're raising here is not her, but a demon. "
At this time, Song Hengjiang felt like a boulder had been lifted from his heart.
No matter how cold and emotionless Gao Xian was, no matter how scheming he was, Wanxi was his grandmother. Blood ties could not be cut off. He thought.
"You do not need to acknowledge her, nor does Zhuang Court."
The Lord of Qing River, who was so old that his wrinkles were very heavy, said, "She is only my younger sister."
"She has been raised here for two hundred and eighteen years. She has never harmed or killed anyone. I used the yin demon energy to feed her. When I leave, I will take her with me. "
He looked at Zhuang Gaoxian. "Your Majesty should be able to see that day is not far away."
Zhuang Gaoxian did not speak.
Du Ruhui sighed softly and continued, "Why is Water Lord doing this?"
Song Hengjiang shook his head. "Wanxi is too kind, too pure, and does not understand the dangers of the world. Once she left my sight and entered the Zhuang Palace, she was bullied and died. I thought that Zhuang Chengqian could protect her, but he did not. I have to protect her on the road to the Yellow Springs. "
Zhuang Gaoxian was silent. Du Ruhui could only be the bad guy. "But this is a risky thing. If people know, the Water Residence, the Zhuang Country …"
"How will people know? I've kept it a secret for two hundred and eighteen years, safe and sound! " Song Hengjiang suddenly interrupted him, but his voice soon softened and was shrouded in sorrow. "It won't take long …"
This time, Zhuang Gaoxian carefully looked at Song Wanxi in the Lapis Lazuli Pavilion for a while. He seemed to be moved by the bloodline emotion.
The edges on his face softened.
"The woman who killed her … Gu Yi? How did she die in the end? "
He even started to use honorifics again.
He could not be too respectful. After all, in terms of legal status, Song Hengjiang was of the same rank as him. He was older than him, and in terms of bloodline, he was his uncle.
"He was killed by your grandfather," Song Hengjiang said.
Zhuang Gaoxian nodded. "If that's the case … she should be able to rest in peace."
Between Gu Yi and Song Wanxi, Zhuang Chengqian chose Song Wanxi without hesitation. He personally avenged Song Wanxi, and in the end, Song Wanxi's son inherited the throne.
In Zhuang Gaoxian's opinion, his grandmother, who only existed in portraits, should be able to rest in peace.
Song Hengjiang frowned. Clearly, he did not agree. His sister's death was the pain of his life. No matter what he did, he could not bring it back. No matter what he did, it would not be enough to make up for it.
But he did not object.
At this moment … protecting this glazed coffin was his greatest request.
Only Song Hengjiang, who knew Zhuang Gaoxian the best, could read the brutal killing intent in Zhuang Gaoxian's plain words!
He thought that his grandmother could now rest in peace. Then, everything that Song Hengjiang did after that was meaningless.
Zhuang Gaoxian wanted to kill Song Hengjiang here, destroy the demonized Song Wanxi, and even kill all the Water Tribe members who knew about this underwater devil's den!
"Your Majesty." Du Ruhui took a step forward and stood between Zhuang Gaoxian and Song Hengjiang. "The ancient devil's den has already exhausted its demonic energy. It is not known to the world. I think no one will care about it even after a hundred years. Yong Chang has just been established and the four territories are not stable yet. Lai Shengjun, you have been away from the palace for a long time. It is time to go back. "
Zhuang Gaoxian looked at him quietly. He understood his teacher's suggestion.
Finally, he said to Song Hengjiang, "Sorry for disturbing you. It is time to return to Xin 'an. Water God, please take care of yourself. "
Song Hengjiang did not know that he had just walked through the gates of hell. He still had fantasies about Zhuang Gaoxian because of Song Wanxi.
When one was in a desperate situation, it was inevitable that he would have fantasies. Even Song Hengjiang, who was once a powerful martial artist, was no exception.
Zhuang Gaoxian chose to let the matter of the underwater devil's den go. Song Hengjiang was relieved. He said solemnly, "Rest assured, there will not be a fourth person who knows about this place."
"I trust the Water God's promise." Zhuang Gaoxian nodded and left with his hands behind his back.
Du Ruhui did not say anything. He only bowed to Song Hengjiang and left with Zhuang Gaoxian.
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…
The vast Qing River contained countless joys and sorrows.
The underwater devil's den was not known by most of the Water Clan. However, at some point in time, it decided the fate of the Qing River Manor.
The former Princess Royal's room was naturally decorated luxuriously.
However, Jiang Wang was not in the mood to admire it.
"When are we going back to the devil's den?" he asked Jiang Yan in the Tongtian Palace.
"Wait." Jiang Yan only said one word.
Judging the situation in the underwater devil's den took up a lot of his attention.
Why was Jiang Yan able to detect the approach of a Divine Arrival Martial Artist?
Even though he was escaping with Jiang Yan's ability, Jiang Wang still had to think about this question. It was not an exaggeration to say that this was a matter of life and death!
"I am worried that we don't have much time to wait …" Jiang Wang pretended to be worried.
"Soft-hearted," Jiang Yan snorted. He was still unhappy that Jiang Wang let Xiaoshuang go. "I asked you to kill her, but you didn't. Do you regret it now? "
The slowly rotating Starry River Vortex in Heavenly Palace was faintly dyed dark.
Perhaps eternal darkness was the return of the universe.
Jiang Wang was silent for a while. "I don't want to kill recklessly. If I die because of this, it is my choice. I don't regret it. I will take responsibility for whatever I choose. "
The Milky Way continued to surge. It was like the long river of time, eternal and firm. The darkness was overturned in the end.
"Then let's wait. You will remember the feeling of having your life and death controlled by others, "Jiang Yan said.
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…
Jiang Wang could not sense it, but Jiang Yan certainly did not miss it.
Song Qingyue, who was wearing a magnificent robe and had a handsome appearance, walked slowly.
He walked past the white jade pillars with exquisite carvings, the everlasting lanterns with the aura of treasures, the standing guards, and the silent corridors.
His steps seemed heavy.
A tall and sturdy general hurried over and blocked his way. He had a nervous expression. "Where do you want to go, young master?"
Song Qingyue sighed. "Don't worry. I won't be impulsive. I just want to go to my aunt's room and sit for a while. "
He said somewhat sadly, "I miss her very much."
Xiaoshuang, who was tiptoeing past him, suddenly pricked up her ears.
She turned her head around in a panic. "Young master!"
Song Qingyue looked at her. "What's the matter?"
His eyes were calm, but Xiaoshuang was so nervous that her heart almost stopped beating.
"That … young master. I just cleaned up the late Princess Royal's room and lit the Mist Agarwood. It's not convenient for me to go there for a while. "
The Mist Agarwood was an excellent incense. However, before the mist settled, it was easy to be disturbed and dispersed.
Song Qingyue did not think too much about it. Hearing this, he settled down and then sighed deeply. "Fine."
He turned his head and looked at the tall and sturdy general. "You see, there is no escape, right?"
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