The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Ling Qingxuan looked at those wooden blocks and wanted to carve them.

But Yun Que wouldn't let him, he was afraid that Ling Qingxuan would get hurt.

Ling Qingxuan felt that she was not weak enough to that field.

[Host, the villain is distressed for you, so you will suffer. 】

No, this seat is attacking.

[...] Where did the host learn this from!

Waiting for the Yunque to finish carving, burning incense and toasting, it is already night.

He knelt down and bowed to each of Yun's graves, and the bottom of his white clothes had already turned pitch black. As soon as he stood up, he was about to fall down.

The girl Youxiang was by her side, holding him firmly.

"Qing'er." He showed a smile, like fire sprinkled on the snow, gradually warming the cold in his heart.

"Where are you going?" The girl's voice was low, but unexpectedly sultry, Yun Que's heart was startled, and he hugged her.

"Mother prepared a new house for me before, let's go there."

That was what Yun's family planned to give to Yun Que as a gift for the weak crown. She wanted to help him find a well-behaved and sensible daughter-in-law who would take care of others after Yun Que's weak crown.

From now on, the house will be for the two of them.

Yun Que said a lot along the way, Ling Qingxuan listened and listened, and heard zz complain.

[I'm really sorry for the villain's mother, we found him a daughter-in-law who is not well-behaved and sensible at all and will take care of others. 】

Who is it?

【It's you, the host. 】

The wind was so strong that I couldn't hear it clearly.

[...] The host really learned badly, who did he learn it from! Give it back the ignorant and simple host back then!

The new house has only simple furniture and is on a hill not far away.

Ling Qingxuan helped Yun Que to the bed, and took out the medicine bottle that he carried with him.

"Qing'er." Yun Que couldn't help laughing, and he could see that Ling Qingxuan had already prepared it.

Aya Qingxuan looked like I was a little clever ghost, and started to strip his clothes.

The previous plane often bathed the little guy, and this plane often took medicine, Ling Qingxuan said that he was used to it.

The cool medicine smeared on his knees, relieving the hot pain, Yun Que felt a little warm in his heart, and apologized abruptly.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry."

Ling Qingxuan raised her eyes, "Huh?"

"I made you lose your inner strength and become an ordinary person. As an apology, I will pay you back."

The end sound is hooked, and it is slightly itchy.

This deal is a good deal.

Ling Qingxuan acquiesced, the young man was happy, as if thinking of something, and asked, "Then, is that rouge still with you?"

I was a little uneasy in my heart. He quietly placed it beside her bed at that time, and I don't know if he was found.

"What rouge?" Ling Qingxuan asked deliberately.

The teenager panicked, "It's such a big little box, next to your pillow."

"I don't know who gave it, I threw it away."

It was as if a piece of heart was missing, the young man was silent, blaming himself for his guilty conscience at the time, and also blaming himself for not being able to recognize his feelings and not showing it in time.

At that time, he already had feelings for her.

No, it should have been said earlier.

He had feelings for her.

[Host, don't tease the villain, the villains are sad. 】

Yun Que lowered his eyes, immersed in the discomfort that he did not express his intentions at that time.

There was a slight sound of 'click', but it was not noticed.

When he smelled the fragrance of the flowers, he raised his eyes, the girl leaned over, and the fragrant lips painted with rouge were sent and printed on his lips.

The fragrance is a girl's unique cold fragrance, mixed with natural floral fragrance, and it is intoxicating with just a kiss.

The face that was so close at hand withdrew, and Yun Que recovered from the daze.

The girl's face is cold and cold, and the cinnabar between her eyebrows is addictive, and she doesn't want rouge to adorn the red lips, just like red plums in the snow, which complements her bright eyes and white teeth.

"Qing'er." Yun Que stretched out his hand involuntarily.

Hands with sharp joints, like a carefully carved work, wiped off the excess rouge from the corners of the girl's mouth.

The skin is so soft and smooth that one can't help but want to touch it a few times.

Aya Qingxuan patted his hand away.

If she wanted to pinch, she would pinch his face.

The small box was firmly held by Ling Qingxuan, she shook it and asked, "Is it good?"

Yun Que nodded and said, "It looks good."

It was good to see that he could hardly breathe.

The boy's lips were stained with her rouge, and it also turned red, and it was displayed on the same face as the wink, which was fascinating.

Looking at his rippling eyes, Ling Qingxuan put away the rouge box and pressed him onto the bed.

"Qing'er, I, we haven't gotten married yet, so just bear with it?"

He wants to do the wedding after marrying Aya Qingxuan in the new room.

Ling Qingxuan looked serious, "I'm sleepy."

She just wanted to sleep, what did the little guy do with his sullen eyes.

[emmm] I don't believe the host, you just want to simply sleep.

However, Aya Qingxuan was simply sleeping.

Yun Que hugged her, sniffed deeply in her hair, and under the peace, she just wanted to be with her forever.

...

Ning Yu's heart was processed and sent to the Imperial Hospital, where it was made into a sophisticated medicated meal, and the **** delivered it to the bedroom.

A violent cough resounded in the bedroom, and under the dim light, the emperor's face looked like a ghost.

Seeing that the **** came with the soup Gu, he quickly grabbed it and ate the soup mixed with the herbs and the heart in a big gulp.

"Emperor, slow down." The **** looked terrified, and the emperor's mouth was probably scalded.

Finally drank all the soup without a drop, the emperor lost the strength in his hands, the soup gu fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

"emperor?"

"Go away! Look for it again! Look for it again! It's not enough, I want to live forever, it's not enough, hurry up!"

The emperor was angry, and the **** rolled away.

Only the emperor was left in the dormitory.

He was half lying on the couch, gasping for breath, thinking about the girl in red in his mind, and laughed gleefully.

"Ling Qing'er." It seemed that her name was this.

"Empress, I want to grant you the queen's seat, Ling Qinger."

When it collapsed, he rolled on the ground like a ball, and the dragon robe was already covered with wrinkles.

As soon as he raised his head with a smile, a sword glowed coldly in the curtain, "You don't deserve to call her name."

Not wanting to talk nonsense, the young man waved his spirit sword, and a small scar appeared on his neck, and then suddenly expanded, completely unstoppable.

Blood filled the dormitory, the emperor stared at his blue eyes and opened his mouth, "Save...Save..."

There is no cure.

Looking at the face of the Ninety Five in the world dying in front of him, Yun Que clenched his spirit sword tightly.

The revenge of the Yun clan was finally avenged.

"Your Majesty, Prince Xuan is back, can you have an audience?" Another **** announced outside the dormitory.

There was no response for a long time, and he opened the door suspiciously.

But seeing the emperor with the dragon robe on his body, he lost his breath.

Apart from this, there is no one else in the bedroom.

The little **** fell to the ground and screamed in horror, "The emperor, the emperor, the emperor is dead!"

Following the death of the leader of the Wulin Alliance, news of the emperor's death came.

Ouyang Xuan, who had just returned to the palace, learned the news before he sat down to drink a sip of tea.

As the prince who was destined to become the prince, he leapt to become the emperor.

With the dragon robe added, he was forced to sit in a high position.

Looking at the courtiers, he still hasn't recovered from the shock.

He... still inherits the throne.