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Chapter 218 Sanskrit Heaven, The Wind Blows the Snow

Yeyue turned around and said lightly, "You can see your heart clearly."

Just before Yeyue turned to leave, she was suddenly interrupted by Yu Wuyou's words.

"Do you know why I rescued Jun Liuye by accident?" Yu Wuyou looked up to the sky and smiled wryly as if remembering, "Because when I passed by his mansion outside, I saw the osmanthus flowers in the yard..."

Yeyue's eyes darkened slightly, and then she continued to walk away.

Worry-free... He wants to make her worry-free forever... From the moment he was born, he was destined to protect her forever...

Yu Wuyou smiled wryly and broke off a sprig of sweet-scented osmanthus, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly...why did she smell this scent, as if she had been cursed, and the endless memories flooded in...it made me painful but also happy... ...and she will never remember it...
Rumor has it that Fanyintian, one of the five forces, changed hands once, and the original young master of Fanyintian who had been missing for five years suddenly returned, and instantly conquered Fanyintian's court and opposition with his iron-blooded wrist and high-strength cultivation. , the former Lord of Sanskrit Heaven, Feng Tingxue's family disappeared.The little prince was attacked by the wind and snow on his throne.However, after Feng Chuixue succeeded to the throne, he quickly launched a swift and fierce attack on the surrounding forces, subduing all the surrounding small forces with the speed of a long arrow piercing the clouds. Sanskrit day.The pure desire of the power of the vast sea caused the seven kingdoms and thirteen dynasties to start an annexation war. In such chaos, either I eat you, or you eat me.Instead of being eaten by others, it is better to strengthen yourself and eat others.

Feng Tingxue collapsed on the ground with a look of defeat, with a sarcastic smile on his face, looking at the young man standing in front of him.After five years, he is no longer the boy he used to be bullied by himself. Now he is even more ruthless than himself... no... it's scary, ten thousand times more terrifying than a demon!
"I didn't expect you to come back. If I knew it earlier, I should have killed you." Feng Tingxue sarcastically said in a regretful tone.

"Unfortunately, you didn't kill me." The boy said without a trace of emotion.

Feng Tingxue laughed loudly when he heard the words, "Hahahaha... yes... I can even kill my father and queen mother, but I didn't kill you..." Feng Tingxue's expression gradually darkened, "Originally, I I wanted to kill you...just...when I was killing you, I seemed to hear you calling me when I was a child, brother..."

Feng Tingxue and Feng Chuixue grew up together since they were young. The two have been very close since childhood, but Feng Tingxue is too ruthless, so the Brahma Emperor and Empress of Fanyintian have always loved their youngest son Feng Chuixue more, and even the handbook for passing on the throne is also unreasonable. Ready.In a rage, Feng Tingxue forced the palace to usurp the throne, killed the Brahma Emperor and Empress with poisoned wine, but exiled his younger brother, Feng Chuixue, alone.

Feng Chuixue's eyes seemed to reveal a hint of emotion, but was immediately covered by a layer of black shadow.A deep and hoarse voice suddenly appeared in his mind, "Have you forgotten how he treated your father and queen mother? Don't forget the purpose of your return this time..."

Gradually, Feng Chuixue's consciousness was eroded by this voice, and he could feel that this implanted consciousness was getting stronger and stronger, and another force in his body was also encroaching on his body.

"Come here, cut off all the tendons in his hands and feet, and imprison him in the cold palace." Feng Chuixue shook his head, regained his reason with difficulty, and immediately gave an order.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Feng Chuixue walked out of the main hall, a gust of cold wind blowing towards her face, the cool damp penetrated into her lungs, but she felt very comfortable. Looking at the distant sky, there was a trace of firmness and rare softness in her eyes, and her thin lips parted slightly.

"Su Jian..."

(End of this chapter)