The stunning cannon fodder relies on the beauty of the world to kill the crazy Shura field

at the same time.

Inside the secret room of the Ecstasy Cave.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is offended~"

Since the ghost doctor was not there, Huai Yan had to act as a temporary doctor in a low voice and remove the ghost needles from Bian Cheng's body one by one.

The slightly cool fingertips stained with the night air rested on the man's cold skin covered with scars, and unexpectedly felt extremely hot.

Facing the elegant, affectionate and frank sick beauty Ghost King.

Huaiyan's cheeks were burning hot, and he felt a little overwhelmed.

Please, please, no nosebleed.

He closed his eyes and fumbled around the man's chest like a blind man groping for fish. Ugh, he was pulling out the needle.

When Huai Yan pulled out the long needle from the heart meridian.

He was relieved.

That was close. I almost touched something I shouldn’t have touched.

The handsome man on the couch had a painful expression on his face, groaned, and slowly opened his deep, dark eyes!

I saw a blind man grabbing his abdominal muscles randomly as if he was touching an elephant.

Biancheng: ...

Huai Yan's face was full of disappointment, and he muttered to himself with his eyes closed.

"Ah, no needle..."

"It seems that down there..."

He stretched out his hand and reached all the way down.

Biancheng's handsome face, which was originally tinged with green, instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

However, when his icy eyes saw Huai Yan's familiar and beautiful face.

Biancheng's eyes were filled with astonishment, shock, and disbelief.

Then, there was endless ecstasy and tenderness.

Granny Hua from the Baihua Valley of Qingfeng Sect once told him.

The grass itself is actually a rare double-petaled hibiscus flower.

If it can be carefully cared for and nourished with spiritual power.

Within a hundred years, he will surely be able to transform into a human form.

Granny Hua once asked someone to send him a letter.

Including Huaiyan's transformation, Huaiyan's naming, Huaiyan's cultivation...

He knows it all.

These letters are the motivation that keeps him fighting in Nether Mountain.

Back then, the evil monk Wu Nian told him that Hibiscus Flower's body was injured by the sword energy of the Wuwang Sword, which damaged its roots, so it might have no memories after waking up.

Biancheng was very sad after hearing this.

If he loses his memory, the grass will no longer remember him.

He had been in Nether Mountain for a hundred years and had already given up hope.

But now a hundred years have passed.

He came to find himself.

The dream of the two of them living in seclusion that night at the Prince's Mansion once again appeared vividly before his eyes.

Biancheng was overjoyed and no longer troubled by memories.

He suspected he had slept too long.

Dreaming again.

Dreaming of my own grass

It was God who had mercy on him.

Let him live a hundred years later.

Meet him again.

It's like being in a dream countless times.

The eyes of the devout believers are fiery and deep.

Affectionate and burning gaze always follows Huai Yan's movements.

It was so quiet that I didn't dare make a sound.

Afraid of disturbing Huai Yan...

In Huai Yan's system space, the crazy humming sound of the Blue Sea Tide Plate kept vibrating in his sea of ​​consciousness!

Huai Yan was shocked and extremely shocked.

The blue sea tide is rising!

In other words, the Ghost King Biancheng is one of the reincarnations of Jun Xiuyuan's soul fragments that he is looking for.

The Blue Sea Tide Plate was made by Jun Xiuyuan based on his own essence and blood, so there is no doubt about it.

The cold ghost energy on the ghost needle seeped into his body through the gaps between his fingers.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Huaiyan's forehead.

The tail of her beautiful and thick eyelids was stained red again.

Tears left wet marks on her beautiful cheeks.

Then it rolled down his cheek and landed on the man...

"It's really you~~~~"

Huai Yan murmured in his heart and did not dare to easily enter the Ghost King Biancheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

His body is now weak and he can no longer withstand the wind, rain and turmoil.

Huaiyan was afraid that he would break if touched.

Let's wait until he recovers and feels better.

Huai Yan closed his eyes and continued to grope around.

His slightly trembling fingers moved down along the spot where the ghost needle was inserted, moving little by little, and finally stopped at the strong waist and abdomen.

Huaiyan's Adam's apple rolled, his face flushed pink, and he looked very shy.

"I didn't expect that the sick beauty, though skinny, actually has a perfectly shaped waist..."

Warm and delicate fingertips flicked the hard muscles.

Biancheng: ...

Biancheng's eyes twitched and his cheeks turned red instantly.

The snow-white jade neck of the person opposite swayed under Biancheng's scorching gaze.

In addition, the wet tear stains left by the other party between the waist and abdomen made Biancheng dry in the mouth and feel that today's dream was a little too real.

"Yanyan?" The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he finally stretched out his hand, his eyes lingering on the person opposite him.

A low, magnetic male voice came with a trembling sound.

Huai Yan shuddered, feeling a little guilty.

Immediately afterwards, the hand that was pulling out the needle was tightly grasped by a pair of ice-cold hands.

"Ah..." Huai Yan opened his lips slightly and stopped moving suddenly.

When I raised my head and opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of fiery, affectionate, dark pupils that concealed endless sorrow and grief.

The handsome and innocent young man tilted his head, his eyes blazing, staring at him affectionately.

She called his name softly again.

"Yanyan. What a nice name..."

"I like this name... Yanyan..."

"Ah, thank you..." Huai Yan's ears were burning from his stare, and her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of sparkling watery light, which was bewitching.

"Your Highness, are you awake?"

In the silent secret room.

Huaiyan spoke softly, looking at the man with tears in her eyes.

"Hmm~" Biancheng's Adam's apple rolled, his voice choked, and his eyes also turned red.

"I thought it was just a dream, but I didn't expect... it was real."

The portrait shows the elegant and easy-going Crown Prince, who has experienced a hundred years of despair, pain and loneliness.

The originally silent and pale face was glowing again.

His rough fingertips touched Huai Yan's cheek.

Biancheng finally reacted to the delicate and warm touch.

This is not a dream.

Huai Yan's eyes were filled with shock, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Immediately, the world spun around and I fell into the other person's broad and strong arms.

"That's great, Yanyan, we can be together again. My Yanyan~ I miss you so much... Every day in this world, I think of you..."

The man was overwhelmed with emotion. He hugged Huai Yan in his arms, closed his eyes, and let the tears flow out.

"Yanyan, let's never separate again this time, okay?"

The powerful hands held Huai Yan tightly in their arms.

Huai Yan couldn't struggle.

The man's body was shaking.

It seemed as if he was afraid that Huai Yan would disappear.

The nervous, frightened eyes were so cautious that it made people sad.

"Okay. We...will never be separated again..." Huai Yan's heart was beating inexplicably, and his heartbeat almost jumped out of his throat.

Staring at the man's handsome face, he reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

But in the next moment, the other party caught his finger.

His voice was hoarse and deep, and one could tell from years of vicissitudes and hardships he had endured.

"Yanyan, my father went mad and burned all the flowers, plants, and fertile farmland in the State of Chen. The Zhao cavalry crossed the moat and occupied the capital. My father committed suicide by slashing his throat against the city walls. The people died or fled. The deserted Prince's Mansion was razed to the ground by the cavalry. The State of Chen that we all protected is gone..."

The man burst into tears.

"Yanyan, Youming Mountain is so dark. There are so many things we can't see."

"They all bullied and humiliated me!"

"They said I was not a good prince, so the Chen Kingdom would be destroyed."

"They said I was his son, so I deserved to die too."

"Yanyan, I'm so sad. Do I really deserve to die?"

The man's voice was mournful and he was in extreme pain.

Huaiyan's eyes were red and he was heartbroken.

The beautiful black eyes seemed to be overflowing with tears.

The tail of the eye is smudged with thick water halo that cannot be dissolved.

"Your Highness, that's not the case. You're not wrong, they are.

You are in charge of the government, working diligently and serving the country and the people.

You pray for rain and blessings for the people, saving them from water and fire.

You marched eastward for the State of Chen and defeated the cavalry of the Three Kingdoms, saving the State of Chen from the turmoil of war. The people lined the streets to welcome you and express their gratitude for your kindness.

You solved the plague that was spreading in the State of Chen. Hundreds of thousands of people in the State of Chen were saved from suffering because of you.

You are diligent and kind, sharing the country's worries, thinking about the people, and doing what you think. You are worthy of the king and every citizen of the State of Chen.

You are not wrong.

If you are wrong, then there will be no more wise rulers and no justice in this world.

Your father was an unkind ruler, blinded by greed. For his own selfish desires, he killed his own son and burned the State of Chen. The people complained bitterly, and the demise of the State of Chen was inevitable.

This is the fault of the current emperor and those in power, not your fault.

In the face of imperial power, you, me, and the common people of the State of Chen are all vassals under the feet of the emperor and cannot resist.

So you don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to feel any psychological burden about it, or take all the suffering on yourself."

Every word Huai Yan said came from the bottom of his heart.

The man's red eyes, originally filled with pain, gradually became filled with astonishment.

Finally, he stared at Huai Yan quietly, his eyes full of tenderness.

Ever since he entered Nether Mountain.

Over a hundred years.

The most heard sound in the ears.

It was he who caused the demise of the State of Chen.

The people were displaced and suffered from dire straits.

He is a disaster.

He is not worthy of being the Crown Prince of Chen.

That's why he died suddenly, that's why he lived young, and became the most lowly ghost in this Nether Mountain.

But now.

Yanyan told him.

None of this is his fault.

It is all the fault of your father. Human hearts are unpredictable and the world is no longer as it used to be.

Tiger poison does not eat children.

But he died at the hands of his own father.

Biancheng's eyes were full of pain and confusion.

Huai Yan couldn't bear it and continued to comfort her softly.

"Don't be sad, Your Highness. Yanyan will always be with you from now on. I will not let any of those who bullied you or tried to kill you go.

But for now, can you let Yanyan take out the needle for you and put on your clothes first?"

It's not a big deal to be so honest with each other.

Although they are all men.

What you have, I have too.

But he is the precious prince.

Even when he was in a lowly position and was bullied by thousands of demons, he still wore that majestic yet tattered robe.

Huai Yan felt a lump in his heart and moved his body.

It's too embarrassing to sit in this position.