There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1746 419: Chu Yuchen is my father

Yang Churuo hurriedly wiped away the tears from his face, taking advantage of the opportunity, he also took out a ropa to wipe away the tears from Feng Qingyang's face opposite him, only then did he remember that it had been several hours, but the two of them hadn't even had a drop of water.

"Aren't you hungry, let's eat something." Yang Churuo said with a smile. At this moment, she was as gentle as water, which was completely different from her usual icy beauty.

As soon as Feng Qingyang raised his head, he found that Chu Yuchen was also looking at him. Sister Bai Ling said that he was a bad person...but...if he was a bad person, why would mother be with him...and...he was so kind to mother The dear is also caring...

His mother married him...then...then should he call him daddy?

Feng Qingyang was a little confused, and looked up at Yang Churuo in confusion, as if asking Yang Churuo for his opinion.

Yang Churuo pampered his nose and said with a smile, "He is mother's husband, mother's favorite husband, you are both mother's son and his son."

Hearing Yang Churuo's words, Feng Qingyang smiled foolishly, and sweetly called out, "Daddy..."

Hearing the words "Daddy", Chu Yuchen's hand holding the food trembled, his chest heaved up and down, God knows how excited he was, and God knows how happy he was.

He knew that Yang Churuo liked Chang'er the most, and that Chang'er's status in her heart might be far inferior to him.

When he came here, he was always afraid, afraid that Feng Qingyang would not recognize him as a stepfather.

Now hearing Feng Qingyang calling his father, even Chu Yuchen, who never shed tears easily, had his eyes completely red, and he tried his best to hold back so that he wouldn't cry.

"Shang'er... Dad is here... Dad is here..." Chu Yuchen was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

He has always been decisive in killing and attacking, and never shows his emotions easily. If his subordinates see it at this time, they will definitely be scared out of their wits.

"Father." Feng Qingyang called again sweetly, inexplicably, he liked this stepfather very much.

In his whole life, he only knew such a father...

As for his own father...he doesn't have a real father, he only has a real mother...　
"Father didn't give you anything, you keep this jade pendant." Chu Yuchen put down the food, and excitedly took out a lustrous jade pendant from his bosom.

Seeing this jade pendant, Yang Churuo was slightly startled.

Isn't this... this jade pendant the only relic left to him by Chu Yuchen's mother and concubine?He usually regards it as a treasure, how could he give the jade pendant to Shang'er...

This must be too expensive...

Just as she was about to speak to stop her, when she thought of Chu Yuchen's temperament, Yang Churuo knew that even if she spoke, it would be useless, and Chu Yuchen would still give it away.

Seeing that there was no estrangement between their father and son, Yang Churuo also smiled.

It's not bad to let Chu Yuchen be Chang'er's father, she believes that Chu Yuchen will be a good father.

Chang'er held the jade pendant fondly, overjoyed.

Jade pendant...it was given to him by his father...

So beautiful...he likes it so much...

His mother gave him a stone, and his father gave him a jade pendant... Wow... He is so happy.

Suddenly thinking of something, Feng Qingyang looked at Chu Yuchen with some embarrassment, and Chu Yuchen was startled when he saw it, "But you don't like Yupei? If you don't like it, Dad will give you something else."

"No, no, no, but...but...I...I also prepared a gift for my mother, but...but I didn't know at the time...so I didn't prepare a gift for my father, and my father would You won't be angry?" I knew that he should have prepared an extra gift.

Mother remarried to father a long time ago, why is he so stupid?Will Daddy stop loving him?
Chu Yuchen breathed a sigh of relief, he still thought what happened.

"It's okay, it's enough for Daddy to know that you have that kind of intention. Daddy only wants you to be happy." Chu Yuchen never knew that having a son is such a happy thing.

"Really? Daddy, you're so kind." After making sure that Chu Yuchen wasn't angry, Feng Qingyang took out a crystal half-moon-shaped jade pendant from his bosom, and said softly, "Mother, send this jade pendant to you." Here you are, this is a little care from Chang'er."

When Yang Churuo and Chu Yuchen saw the jade pendant, their expressions changed. They took it over and saw that there was indeed a month character engraved there.

This……

Isn't this the order of the moon god?
They searched for so long but couldn't find it. They didn't expect it to be in Chang'er's hands...

This is not to say that there is no place to find if you have broken through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

"Shang'er, where did you get this jade pendant?" Yang Churuo asked.

Feng Qingyang shrinks her neck, like a child who has done something wrong, "I... I found it from the Southern Kingdom Palace, I saw it was very beautiful, so I wanted to give it to my mother, I hope my mother will like it, Mother...Shang'er knows it's wrong...don't be angry please, Chang'er will never steal anything again."

Yang Churuo chuckled, and patted Feng Qingyang's head, "Fool, how could mother get angry? Mother thanked you before it was too late. You don't know how long mother has been looking for this jade pendant."

As long as the Moon God Order is found, the Southern Kingdom will be theirs...

They no longer have to worry that people from the southern kingdom will suddenly turn against them.

"Okay, come on, let's eat something quickly." Chu Yuchen smiled.

Feng Qingyang nodded. These days, he has been looking for his mother, and he has never really eaten. He is also hungry at this time, and he picked up the chopsticks with his left hand skillfully. Looking at Yang Churuo, his eye circles are hot and flickering. Avoiding his face, seeing that Chu Yuchen was just sitting in front of a rock and stone bench, he hurriedly said, "Let's eat together."

Chu Yuchen has always been difficult to resist Yang Churuo's sudden gentleness. He came here only after eating. Now that Yang Churuo invited him, he nodded quickly.

Yang Churuo walked out quickly, and helped Feng Qingyang add a few good dishes, with a look of relief on his face, Chu Yuchen and Feng Qingyang were the only ones left in the bedroom.

"As long as I live, I will not betray your mother." Chu Yuchen said suddenly.

"I believe in my father. If you treat my mother badly, I will never recognize you in the future, let alone forgive you." The two chatted while eating. , talk about everything, let Feng Qingyang be impressed, and although Feng Qingyang is young, he has read many places and has rich experience... The difference between the two is tens of years, and they are clearly father and son The people of the two generations can also talk freely about many things, and they actually have a very happy conversation.

After Yang Churuo ordered to add more food, he walked to the bedroom and heard laughter and laughter inside. The two men, one big and one small, chatted extraordinarily speculatively.

It seems... Her worries are unnecessary.

Her man, her children get along very well.

Feng Qingyang saw Yang Churuo standing by the door with a dazed expression, and called out happily, "Mother, what are you doing standing up, let's eat together!"

And Chu Yuchen also turned his head gracefully and calmly. Chu Yuchen was dressed in a white robe, with two strands of black hair at the temples, star eyebrows and sword eyes. He smiled at her lips, which made her heart suddenly warm, and the great tenderness wrapped him up .

She walked up to the two with a smile, and the three toasted and drank together, enjoying themselves happily.

The recognition of Yang Churuo and her son Feng Qingyang spread throughout the world in an instant, and Princess Xiyue naturally knew about it, so she had to come to celebrate.

In front of the fire, it was rare for a group of people to have a leisurely time. Putting aside the matter of the Southern Emperor's escape for the time being, the few people had a rare drink and chatted happily.

"Shang'er, you are doing so well now, your mother is pleased, and we are also happy for you." Princess Xiyue smiled on her beautiful face, which was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off for a moment.

Feng Qingyang is young, but he already has the spirit of a hero after walking the rivers and lakes, "Aunt Xiyue, I respect you."

Feng Qingyang almost never drank alcohol, but today he was happy, his mother allowed him to drink, and he also wanted to drink a few glasses.

Aunt Joy made Princess Xiyue take the initiative again, and also boldly picked up the wine bottle in front of her and drank it down in one gulp.

She was really happy for Yang Churuo.

Once upon a time, she also fantasized about having a child with Yang Chunan, but with Yang Chunan's death, this wish would never come true.

She will never look at anyone again in this life.

Except for Yang Chunan, she would not want anyone.

Yang Churuo is favored by Chu Yuchen, and now she has a son by her side, she...has come to the end of all hardships.

After drinking a glass of wine, Yang Churuo's face was flushed, Feng Qingyang couldn't bear it, and stood in front of Yang Churuo when Xiyue came to toast, snatching the wine glass from Yang Churuo's hand like a little adult.

"Mother, I'll help you drink!"

"No, Chang'er, mother is happy!" Yang Churuo was enchanting and glamorous under the drunkenness, with a peerless elegance.

Chu Yuchen also stopped Feng Qingyang, knowing what Feng Qingyang was worried about, but after experiencing so many things with Yang Churuo, she is undoubtedly happy in his eyes at this moment. How many years has he not seen such happiness? Woolen cloth.

If she was sad drinking, he would definitely stop her, but she was happy... For so many years, this was the first time he saw her so relaxed.

"Your mother is happy in her heart, so don't stop her. She hasn't been this happy for a long time in these years. It's just a little drink."

Chu Yuchen embraced the swaying Yang Churuo in his arms, and whispered to Feng Qingyang over Yang Churuo.

Feng Qingyang shifted her gaze to Yang Churuo who was beside her again, her face was reddish, and her sword-like temples were raised with a touch of blush, she looked good instantly.

Six years ago, the mother in his heart was also beautiful, but every night when he hugged him, he cried secretly. At that time, although his mother's face was beautiful, there was also indescribable sadness.

But at this moment, the people present were so lively, Yang Churuo couldn't listen to what you said.

There were tears on his cold and resolute face after experiencing the storm, but the tears at this time were filled with joy and relief.

Feng Qingyang involuntarily let go of her hand.

Suddenly happy and suddenly sad, it seems that she is happy that Chang'er came to her safely, her Chang'er is not dead yet, and she has grown up to this size in peace... But she is worried that this is just a dream.

An extraordinarily long dream, in fact, everything is false...

Yue Xiangxi drank one cup after another, compared to Yang Churuo, she felt a little more bitter in her heart.

But she is surprisingly good at drinking, no matter how much she drinks, she can't really get drunk.

Perhaps, because she missed Yang Chunan for many years, she drank alcohol to get rid of her loneliness. This is why she has developed a capacity for a thousand cups without getting drunk.

People dispersed one after another. Yang Churuo walked out of the bedroom with the support of Chu Yuchen and Feng Qingyang. After all, his internal strength was deep, so although he drank a lot of wine, he was not really drunk. Pushing away the support of the two men, Yang Churuo was He straightened his body and looked serious, "I... I'm not drunk, I don't need your help, you go and rest, I'm sitting on that slope like a person!"

Feng Qingyang glanced at Chu Yuchen, and Chu Yuchen winked at Feng Qingyang, clearly saying: "It doesn't look like you're drunk, but you're actually drunk, otherwise how could you say such a thing."

"Mother, you're really drunk, I'll take you back to rest..." Feng Qingyang was still worried.

"I say I'm not drunk if I'm not drunk." Yang Churuo's face was calm, her tongue had actually started to slip, but her attitude was persistent, but no one could stop her.

Waking up in the middle of the night, the fire was heavy on the moon, Yang Churuo felt his mouth was dry, so he reached out to the wooden table next to the bed and drank it down in one gulp.

First, between half-dream and half-awake, Yang Churuo had an idea in his mind, "Shang'er, Chang'er, where are you?" Her voice was shrill, as if she hadn't fully woken up yet.

"Where are you……"

"Mother, mother, I'm here, I'm here..."

Feng Qingyang put his left hand into Yang Churuo's palm, the bedroom was not lit, and the naked eye could only vaguely distinguish the outline of the person at this moment.

"Shang'er, is it you? Is it you?" Yang Churuo murmured in a low voice, and stroked Feng Qingyang's cheek with the other hand. The warm touch gradually stabilized Yang Churuo's emotions. She sighed softly, "Fortunately, it's not a dream, it's not a dream..."

This time it was replaced by Feng Qingyang crying in the darkness, he remembered the days in Lanling Terrace, in those cruel and dark days, he was tortured every day, he was always hungry, not a single day He was full, but it was the happiest and most satisfying years that Feng Qingyang has lived in these years, because his mother gave him all the tenderness and warmth in those days.

Every night, my mother hugged him tightly, but the frail shoulders erupted with great strength, resisting all the dangers that were pulled outside. Every time the cruel man tortured them, my mother blocked him. In front of him...

He could imagine how much grief his mother must have experienced after she thought he was "dead", so she was still whispering his name in her sleep just now.

"Mother, I'm here, I've been here all the time, can you coax me to sleep just like when I was a child?" Feng Qingyang said softly, wiping the tears on his face with the cuff of his left arm,
He has lived in caves, leaky thatched huts on rainy nights, and open-air mat... day after day, he gradually forgot his mother's embrace, and now he finally got his wish.

The smell on Niangqin seemed to be the same as usual.

Gradually, the two of them fell into a deep sleep. The sound of footsteps here came from a distance to silence, and then the sound of panic came.

"Empress Chu, there is news from the Southern Emperor, and the princess has an invitation."

Yang Churuo and Feng Qingyang woke up at the same time, turned around and said to Feng Qingyang, "Shang'er, you go to bed first, and mother will go back when you go..." After saying that, she turned and got out of bed, adjusted her clothes slightly, and then planned to leave in big strides, together Qingshan's voice followed suit.

"Shang'er, why did you come here..." Yang Churuo frowned, the cold wind outside the camp roared past, fighting one after another, rolling up their shirts and cloaks.

Yang Churuo couldn't help but help Feng Qingyang tighten the cloak on his body again, for fear that he would catch the slightest bit of cold.

Feng Qingyang's heart felt warm again, and he grinned and said, "Mother, I'm going with you, I just want to be by your side as much as possible to make up for these six years."

"Okay!" Yang Churuo was not shy, and patted Feng Qingyang on the shoulder as if he were a real man.

The battle is imminent, and there is no room for distraction.

The two quickly headed towards Princess Xiyue's tent, and at this moment Chu Yuchen, Ma Wang and his party also arrived.

Chu Yuchen also had a faint blue color on the face of Qing Jun, the exile, but it was because he had not slept in the same bed with Yang Churuo all night, so he slept very restlessly. Cherished people.

"Everyone, I asked you to come here because I already have the whereabouts of the Southern Emperor. I have set up an enchantment within a radius of ten miles. Just now when the spiritual force was activated, I knew that the Southern Emperor entered the enchantment. It is not far away from us." Far away..." Princess Xiyue turned around slowly, with a bit of excitement on her face.

"Oh? Could this be a trap?" Yang Churuo frowned, slightly hesitant.

It wasn't that she was too suspicious, but based on her understanding of Nanhuang, Nanhuang would not expose himself in such a short period of time. He was wounded and carried such a burden as Jiang Limo, so it was impossible for him to run far away. The reason why Princess Xiyue's barrier couldn't find him was because the Southern Emperor was hiding somewhere.

Princess Xiyue frowned, "Chu Ruo, I know your concerns, but the person I sent has already got news, and if I guessed correctly, the reason why the Southern Emperor was exposed so early should be Jiang Li Mo dragged him back."

"So, that kid isn't dead yet." Ma Wang, who had been silent all this time, immediately jumped up when he heard Jiang Limo, bluffing.

For a moment, everyone turned their surprised eyes on Ma Wang, realizing that he was overly emotional, he sat down on the stool angrily.

There was also a trace of sarcasm on Chu Yuchen's elegant face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Ma Wang already understood the ridicule and ridicule in Chu Yuchen's eyes, and stared back angrily.

"Yes, he didn't die, but... the dozen or so hermits I sent to ambush on the border are all dead." Speaking of this, Princess Xiyue's eyebrows and eyes darkened, with strong sadness.

"Princess, they deserved death, please mourn!" Chu Yuchen, who had never spoken, said calmly.

Princess Xiyue nodded, and ordered Lu Pingdao, "Bury them generously!"

Then he turned to Yang Churuo and the others and said, "The sky will be bright soon, we only have one day, if it is evening, the Nanhuang will escape again, so we must hurry up!"

A group of people were ready to go, but Feng Qingyang kept following Yang Churuo closely.

Now Yang Churuo couldn't let the wind clear, "Shang'er, this trip is risky, you are waiting for your mother in the palace, okay?"

She knew that Feng Qingyang had some martial arts, but she didn't know how high his martial arts was. In the southern country, almost everyone has martial arts, so how could she rest assured.

"Mother, don't worry, I won't get hurt, I promised you that you will always be good, and I will do it." Qing Yang looked at Yang Churuo with shining eyes, his gaze was firm.

He was reluctant to leave his mother, he had been away from her for too long, he just wanted to spend more time with her.

"Let him go, he has deep inner strength, everyone is here, nothing will happen." Chu Yuchen grabbed Yang Churuo's shoulder.

Feng Qingyang gave Chu Yuchen a grateful smile.

"Besides, his temperament follows you, and he is a stubborn master!"

After all, Yang Churuo's cold face was stained with helplessness, and he nodded in agreement.

Jiang Limo was seriously injured, so it was inconvenient to move. Nanhuang took him not to go far, so he could only find a place in the village to settle down temporarily.

After walking a long distance with Jiang Limo on his back, he saw the thatched hut where a butcher lived. The butcher was just about to get up to work in the morning sun, and when he opened the door, he saw Jiang Limo and Nanhuang covered in blood. Close the door again.

With a bang, the dust from Nanhuang and Jiang Limo fell.

How could Nanhuang bear such humiliation, his whole body exuded viciousness, Jiang Limo, who was carried by Nanhuang on his body, could clearly feel it, couldn't help shivering, and heard Nanhuang growl, "Jiangmen Open."

"Who are you? We don't take people here, you go!" The voice of the butcher urged from inside the wooden house.

"Don't blame me for being rude if you don't open the door again..."

Naturally, there was still no response from the grass house.

Nanhuang activated his internal force and split open the wooden door with his palm. The butcher inside was horrified to find that the iron bolt that he had rammed the wooden door had been split open, and ran out instinctively in a moment of fright.

"If there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you come here." How could Nanhuang let the butcher go, and with a wave of his palm, a stream of thick blood popped out from the back of the butcher's head, and then he died lifelessly. fell to the ground.

Jiang Limo was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out, and the sweat on his forehead kept oozing out, and he didn't know if it was because of the pain in his ankle or because he was scared.

"What? Sweating so much? Are you afraid?" Nanhuang put Jiang Limo on the wooden bench, his dark eyes suddenly cleared and turned gentle, his big hand slid across Jiang Limo's face, Jiang Limo again There was a thin layer of sweat on Shiji's back, he gritted his teeth and shook his head with his lips trembling.

"Is it still hurting?"

"No...no...it hurts!" Jiang Limo tried his best to be calm, and he must not let Nanhuang see that he is afraid of him now, otherwise he is really worried that Nanhuang will get angry and he will Just like the hermit from the ten-month-old kingdom and the butcher just now, he was directly wiped out.

I can only hope that they will come soon and save him from the fire.

Perhaps God really heard his prayers. Not long after the two of them sat down to rest, Nanhuang suddenly stood up, his facial muscles tensed, and he spit out a fierce and gloomy expression.

"It came so soon!"

"Looks like we have to go!" Nanhuang pulled Jiang Limo and was about to leave Chaimufang.

A few dark shadows fell on the snowy ground of the firewood house against the blinding sunlight. The sun shone directly and refracted on their bodies, making them look more and more radiant...

Nanhuang calmly put down Jiang Limo. Jiang Limo saw Ma Wang at a glance and was about to run in their direction, but he didn't dare to move when he saw an inappropriate smile on the corner of Nanhuang's mouth. .

"Nanhuang, the army is coming soon, you are going to run away, I advise you not to struggle to the death." Princess Xiyue stood in front of several people, her whole body was upright.

"Really? You guys really can't do it if you want to catch me!" Nan Huang's face was full of confidence.

"Stubborn..." Yang Churuo snorted coldly, and the soft red whip in his hand flew out like a long snake with a whoosh, wrapping around Nanhuang's body fiercely.

Nanhuang curled up a huge internal force in his hand and grabbed the red whip. Yang Churuo was shocked, his pupils suddenly dilated, and being restrained by Nanhuang like this, it was actually very difficult to move Nanhuang.

A smug smile appeared on Nanhuang's face, and with a wave of his hand, Yang Churuo flew straight out like a red butterfly, and Chu Yuchen quickly caught Yang Churuo from behind.

He said softly, "Are you all right?"

Yang Churuo shook his head, the emotion in his deeply frowning eyes couldn't be clearer.

"The inner strength is unfathomable!"

"Today...you don't want to arrest me, so I will let you all be buried here with me..." Nanhuang suddenly laughed loudly, shaking the mountains and rivers with momentum, and the firewood house behind him was also shaken by the roar of the mountains and rivers in an instant. In between, it collapsed into nothingness.

Several people negotiated and lowered their gazes, and there were surprises in their gazes...

"Come together? I'm afraid it won't be fun! Hahaha..."

Nanhuang stretched out his hand and pointed at the crowd with extra arrogance.

"Look at the sword!" A silver slender software flew out from Princess Xiyue's wrist, the speed was so fast that it was beyond the naked eye.

It just stopped three feet in front of Nanhuang, the silver sword was spinning rapidly in the air, Princess Xiyue drove the spiritual power of her whole body, but the sword could never get any closer to Nanhuang, Princess Xiyue His face also gradually changed color.

Ma Wang saw that Nan Huang was able to control Princess Xiyue's exhausted sword with only one hand, but Nan Huang didn't even change his expression, he let out a loud shout in his heart, "I'll help you!"

"Danger." Chu Yuchen yelled, and Nanhuang's other hand was already coming towards Mawang with the power to split mountains and rivers.

While Chu Yuchen used his internal force to form a circle of light, he pulled the horse king away. The palm split between Chu Yuchen and the horse king. , Rolling stones fell one after another.

Ma Wang also spat out a mouthful of blood heavily.

Chu Yuchen and Yang Churuo looked at each other, one from the back and the other from the top, working together, all three of them drove their inner strength to the strongest and surrounded the Southern Emperor.

Nanhuang's expression gradually became exhausted. He knew that these three might not be his opponents in singles, but how could he be their opponents with the three of them working together.

Among the three of them, except for Yang Churuo who is weaker, the other two are all top experts.

Must be quick.

With a loud roar, the mountain seemed to be shaking violently, and the three of them were shaken away by Nanhuang's roar.

At the same time, the three of them took a step back, but they did not expect Nanhuang to be so powerful.

original……

It turned out that he had been hiding his strength before...

"Mother." Feng Qingyang eagerly stepped forward, wrapped Yang Churuo with one arm, and asked worriedly.

"Who told you to come out?" If you say what Yang Churuo is most afraid of at this time, it is definitely Feng Qingyang's injury.

She had finally found her son, so how could she be willing to let him suffer even the slightest bit of injury.

No matter how powerful the Southern Emperor's martial arts are, they are still no match for them, it's just that they didn't notice it just now.

"He dared to hurt you, I want him to pay with his life..." Feng Qingyang's clear eyes were instantly filled with overwhelming anger. Whoever dares to hurt his mother is his enemy.

He is no longer the helpless little Chang'er ten years ago, who can only be protected by his mother's thin shoulders.

Now he has already vowed in his heart that he will never let anyone hurt his mother again!

Absolutely not!

Feng Qingyang stood up slowly, with his back erect and straight, and his whole body was entwined with spiritual energy.

Nanhuang couldn't stop laughing soon.Because the sky was still blue and white, it was the warmest time of the day, and the heavy snow had a tendency to melt, but at this time, it was suddenly overwhelmed by dark clouds.

"This..." Nanhuang also widened his eyes in surprise.

"This child actually has spiritual power, and it's so powerful!" Princess Xiyue couldn't help muttering to herself, and her tone was naturally shocked.

This is not the case for Yang Churuo and Chu Yuchen.

After the two looked at each other, they realized that Feng Qingyang was not as strong as he should be at his age.

When it was dark, Feng Qingyang stood facing the wind, his green shirt fluttered, and powerful spiritual power entangled him, his feet slowly left the ground, and then suddenly let out a low growl, straight down, and punched him On the snow, the sky and the earth were shaken, and everyone trembled violently, but it was not because of themselves, but because the ground was shaken.

Jiang Limo was the only one who had no internal strength, and he even hugged the nearest dead tree in fright.

A huge seam was protruded from the ground and spread all the way to Nanhuang's feet. Nanhuang was shocked, and with his internal force, he quickly left the ground and quickly spun and took off.

Feng Qingyang also soared up and struck towards Nanhuang with one arm, like a huge tornado destroying everything in its path.

It was only then that Nanhuang realized how ridiculous his mocking of the child was now.

He almost used all the internal strength of his body, and his right fist hit Feng Qingyang's left fist. This kind of fight has no beauty at all, but it is a fight between internal strength and internal strength. Nanhuang looked at the clothes on his body. The robes were shaken away, and the face began to twitch uncontrollably...

But he couldn't withdraw now, once he withdrew his internal force, he would be torn apart by this powerful force.

The two were wrapped in the hurricane and dust, but people outside couldn't see clearly what happened inside?
Suddenly there was a painful roar from Nanhuang, only a bang was heard, Nanhuang fell to the ground, the clothes on his upper body were torn into strips, and his skin could be seen clearly, which was enough to see the intensity just now, he didn’t even He was able to stand still, and as soon as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

The tall body fell down suddenly, but he could no longer use any strength, not even the strength to stand up.

Afterwards, Feng Qingyang slowly fell down. Apart from looking a little tired, he didn't have any injuries. Yang Churuo just let go of his tense heart.

The soldiers and horses had arrived at this moment, and everyone had seen the scene that shook the mountains and rivers just now. No one dared to think that this was the power of a ten-year-old child.

Lu Ping knelt in front of Princess Xiyue, "Subordinates are late! I forgot to punish the princess!"

"Forget it, arrest people first."　
A huge upsurge surged in Yang Churuo's heart, it was a kind of excitement and indescribable pride, "My Chang'er has grown up, so amazing!"

Feng Qingyang's face was quickly stained with red tide, and his shy appearance was the appearance he should have at his age.

After World War I, Feng Qingyang became a household name in an instant, and the Southern Emperor of the Southern Kingdom was arrested. For a while, the Southern Kingdom had no king, and the whole country was chaotic and disorderly.

Naturally, Yang Churuo and others would not let Nan Huang go easily.

After all, the real murderer who really killed their Yang family was Nanhuang. If he killed him directly, wouldn't it be cheaper for him.

Therefore, Yang Churuo and others put Nanhuang into the sky prison, sent heavy soldiers to guard him, and ordered people to severely torture Nanhuang, as long as he didn't beat him to death.

Seeing that Nanhuang was covered in cuts and bruises, and his clothes had already been stained red with blood, everyone was still puzzled.

"My whole family of Yang died because of you. Even if you have [-] lives, it's hard to pay back." Yang Churuo said bitterly, she suffered so many years, and she was defeated by him.

Because of him, her life was almost ruined. If she hadn't met Chu Yuchen, she really couldn't imagine what the situation would be like now.

"Hit, hit hard, cut off two fingers from ten fingers, and cut off two fingers each day, and stuff them into his mouth." Yang Churuo said fiercely, looking at Nanhuang in front of him, bloody and painful. Howling, still unable to relieve the anger in her heart.

Yue Xiangxi just looked at Nanhuang indifferently, only she knew how much she hated him, thinking of the torture Yang Chunan had suffered in his hands, she wished to return it to him a thousand times and a hundred times.

"It's too cheap for him to cut off only two fingers a day. We will treat Yang Chunan the way he treated Yang Chunan in the past. Sister Chu Ruo, what do you think?" The faint words made Nan Huang The body trembled.

He didn't forget how he tortured Yang Chunan back then. If he was to endure that kind of torture, he might as well just kill him.

But now, he was tied to the rack by them, and he didn't even have the chance to commit suicide, just like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Once upon a time, he was the emperor of the southern kingdom, who wanted the wind to win the wind, and the rain to win the rain, but now he was defeated... Heh...

How could Yang Churuo disagree, although she has hatred, Princess Xiyue's hatred will not be less than her, since she wants to torture him like this, she is naturally happy.

"But listen to the princess." Yang Churuo said.

Princess Xiyue gave a sinister smile, waved her hand, and ordered someone to pour poison on the Southern Emperor, ignoring his painful struggle.

Perhaps, the louder Nanhuang wailed, the more relieved she would be.

"Yue Xiangxi, you bitch, if you are capable, you can kill me, ah...you kill me, kill me..." Nanhuang's mouth was opened and the poison was forcibly poured.

Once the poison was poured down, he felt severe pain all over his body, even his bones ached. The pain was so painful that he couldn't help crying out in pain, and even his body twitched.

How did Yue Xiangxi know what medicine he gave Yang Sanshao?

she……

She has already found out, so she has prepared the poison long ago, and has been waiting for this day...

pain……

As the emperor of a country, Nanhuang naturally has his dignity. He will not cry out easily, but his body really hurts.

No matter how restrained he was, he couldn't help moaning, he just wanted to die... just wanted to die...

It wasn't until this moment that he truly understood how much pain Yang Chunan faced back then...

But he...has never said anything, not even moaned...

Back then he said that the poison was not strong, but now that he thinks about it...

Then Yang Chunan simply endured it.

Why is this medicine so strong?
He can't live now, he can't die...

Yang Churuo didn't want to see the painful expression on Nanhuang's face, so he turned and left the prison, leaving Yue Xiangxi alone.

The pain on Nanhuang's face was just like that of his elder brother back then, what's so interesting about it.

Suddenly a warm embrace fell on his body, and the familiar scent of magnolia flowers wafted, Yang Churuo's cold heart warmed up slightly, and without looking at anyone, he just took advantage of the situation and nestled in his arms, and said sullenly, "Brother, I have suffered a lot before. suffering."

"I know." Just like him, he also loves her. He has loved her since the first time we met.

"Now the big revenge has been reported, but I can't be happy anyway."

"I know." Vengeance can be avenged, but the dead can never come back, so how can they be happy.

"Yuchen, in the future, no matter what, you can't leave me, okay?" Yang Churuo said sullenly. Now she only has Chu Yuchen and Chang'er. She has lost too many relatives, and she doesn't want to leave lose any of them.

"Fool, I will always be by your side, unless you don't want me anymore." Chu Yuchen stroked her hair lovingly, with tenderness in the corners of his eyes.

Since the first time he saw her, he had fallen in love with her uncontrollably.

He can abandon anything, but he will not leave her...

Even after death, her soul will always follow her...

"Yeah." Yang Churuo responded softly. I don't know if I heard what Chu Yuchen said, but I felt extremely tired all over my body.

Chu Yuchen's eyes flashed, he hugged Yang Churuo by the waist, and walked to the bedroom.

He didn't fall in love with her, but gently put her on the bed, looking at her sleeping face, a doting smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)