After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Yang Mei returned to Qingqiu and threw the bottle containing Xuannv's soul to Jingwu, asking him to go to the underworld when he had time.

"Hey? Xiaowu hasn't come back yet?" Yang Mei asked puzzledly as she looked at the rather quiet Qingqiu.

Jingwu shook his head: "No."

Isn't this strange? There are no powerful characters in the Wing Clan's territory, because the powerful ones have followed Qing Cang to the battlefield. Logically speaking, Bai Qian should not be able to deal with them.

And Yang Mei vaguely remembered that the girl did not go alone, she also dragged Su Zhu along!

Just when Yang Mei was wondering whether she should go to the Wing Clan's Great Ziming Palace in person, Bai Qian came back.

Yang Mei looked behind her, but Su Zhu was not there.

"Where is Su Zhu? Didn't he go with you?" Yang Mei asked.

"Ah?" Bai Qian didn't expect that the first thing her fourth brother asked was the whereabouts of the big black bear. "Su Zhu, you're home."

Yang Mei looked at her accusingly: "I thought you two were at least friends now. You could definitely invite him to Qingqiu as your guest. He accompanied you to the Great Ziming Palace this time."

Bai Qian couldn't explain why she felt a little embarrassed: "Fourth brother, so you knew he was going with me?"

As soon as Yang Mei saw her like this, she knew that she had not yet come to her senses. God knows why his mother Ning Chang started planning the marriage of Bai Qian and Su Zhu.

"Where's Ling Yu?"

"Bring it back, let's go inside and talk." Bai Qian pulled Yang Mei into the room.

She raised her sleeves towards the open space in the house, and a huge ice coffin suddenly appeared. Ling Yu inside was obviously well taken care of by Qingcang, and looked like he was asleep.

"This must be the Jade Soul of the Wing Clan." Yang Mei said as she looked at the thing on Ling Yu's chest.

"Come to think of it, Xiaowu, why have you been staying in the Great Ziming Palace for so long? I've already returned from the battlefield over there with Ruoshui, and you're still one step behind me." Yang Mei cast a suspicious look at Bai Qian.

Bai Qian collapsed in a chair and exhaled, "Fourth brother, you don't know how crazy Qingcang is. He put Lingyu's ice coffin in his bedroom. There are dozens of restrictions at the door of the bedroom alone. Su Zhu and I finally entered the room and found that he put the ice coffin on his bed. That is, fourth brother, can you imagine it? A big bed that can accommodate five or six adults, and this ice coffin occupies half of the bed. I suspect the other half is where Qingcang sleeps. In other words, Qingcang has been sleeping with Lingyu's ice coffin all these days!"

"Uh..." Yang Mei couldn't help but ask again, "Is Qingcang such a passionate person? So why did he do such stupid things when Lingyu was alive?"

"Belated affection is cheaper than grass!" Bai Qian said indignantly.

"Fourth brother, what should we do with Ling Yu's body? I heard about it when I was in the Great Ziming Palace. Lord Mo Yuan sacrificed his own soul to the Donghuang Bell!" Until now, Bai Qian still found it hard to believe when she mentioned this matter. That was Lord Mo Yuan, the God of War of the Celestial Clan and the legitimate son of the Father God. And he died just like that because of a magical weapon he had once refined.

It's just... a little ridiculous.

“Without Supreme God Mo Yuan, Kunlun Ruins is like a group of dragons without a leader. There are not even a few immortals in the group. There is no point in sending Ling Yu over there, right?” Bai Qian felt a little toothache. Supreme God Mo Yuan has been teaching his disciples for tens of thousands of years, but he hasn't even produced a disciple who can inherit Kunlun Ruins.

Is it necessary to be a master? If not, you can change your profession. There is no need to stick to this one.

Bai Qian continued to think: "Ling Yu's true form is Qing Luan. If that's the case, it seems more appropriate to give his body to Zhe Yan. What do you think, Fourth Brother?"

Yang Mei gave an awkward but polite smile: "Is there a possibility that Ling Yu is not dead yet?"

Bai Qian looked up at him blankly, then looked at Ling Yu in the ice coffin.

“Are you not dead?”

"Yes, he is not dead. But he is only breathing his last breath."

Bai Qian rushed over and laid down on the ice coffin: "It's good if he has one breath left. It proves that he can still be saved."

"Fourth brother, can you save him?" Bai Qian asked eagerly.

Yang Mei sighed: "Okay, but don't expect me to work for nothing. You have to help me find the herbs I need. If you can't find them, I won't be able to save Ling Yu."

……

Wing Clan, Great Ziming Palace.

Li Jing has been in a daze and acting crazy ever since he came back from the Ruoshui River. No one knows what he is thinking. The servants of the Da Ziming Palace stay away from him when they see him like this, for fear that he will suddenly go crazy.

His sister Yanzhi would come to check on his mental state from time to time, but he actually wanted to say that he didn't need it.

Li Jing picked up the jar of wine and drank it sip by sip.

He never imagined that a person's life could change so much overnight.

His powerful father was sealed, and Xuannv, who was originally going to marry him, died.

So what's the purpose of his life now?

He has no power or influence in the Wing Clan, and has always been an enemy of Li Yuan. Now that his father has been sealed, Li Yuan will soon succeed to the throne. He will probably die soon, and there is no way Li Yuan will let him go.

"Alas, let's drink today! Who knows, we may not be able to drink tomorrow..." Li Jing neurotically brought the jar of wine to his face and looked at it.

Then he met the Star God of Destiny in this drunken state.

In fact, when the guard informed him, Li Jing didn't hear clearly who was coming.

He thought that Li Yuan was coming to kill him, and he was still thinking about it. Why did Li Yuan let someone inform him before he came to kill him? What a person!

The result is the Star Lord of Destiny.

Siming was a man who had seen the world, so even when he came in and saw Li Jing's face like this, he was not moved at all.

"My name is Si Ming Xing Jun, nice to meet the Second Prince."

Li Jing stared at Siming for a while, and it took him a while to recognize who was standing in front of him.

"Hasn't my eldest brother already handed the letter of surrender to you? Why are you people from the Celestial Clan looking for me again?" He was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly.

Siming directly stated his purpose: "I am here to help the Second Prince seize the throne of the Wing Lord."

These words made Li Jing sober up a lot, but he seemed to think he had heard a huge joke: "Tsk! I'm not interested at all, go away!" He knew his own worth. How could a second-generation rich man who spent his days eating and drinking and doing nothing be able to be the King of Wings?

Siming had expected Li Jing to have this reaction: "Second Prince, you must think it over carefully. If you let the eldest prince succeed to the throne, you probably won't live past tomorrow, right?"

Li Jing was filled with bitterness, didn't he know this himself? !