When Ye Zeyuan arrived, he saw his daughter's soul floating on the bed, slowly dissipating. He cast a spell, and a night ghost appeared in his palm, emitting a dark blue light, slowly flying towards the soul floating in the air, and then The soul slowly retracted into the dark night orchid.
What seemed like a simple action was actually draining Ye Zeyuan's cultivation.
Xiao Ji, who had been staring at Fu Yuanxiao on the bed, was stunned for a moment when he saw the person who suddenly broke in. Then he realized that the person in front of him seemed to be the mysterious person he met that day.
Is he here to save Xiaoer?
Thinking of this possibility, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.
"You are here to save Xiao'er, right? Xiao'er can still be saved, right?"
Ye Zeyuan looked at Xiao Ji coldly, why didn't he think that Yuan Qing had so many myths before?
"I told you before that if you don't become emperor, Fu Yuanxiao will die. Are you satisfied now?"
Ye Zeyuan's words were undoubtedly a heavy hammer, hitting him hard in the heart. It turned out to be true, and it would really have something to do with him becoming the emperor.
"Then if I don't become the emperor, Xiao'er will wake up, right?"
Ye Zeyuan uttered two words coldly, "It's too late."
The words Ye Zeyuan kept echoing in Xiao Ji's mind, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late...
It's too late, why would the old man make such a joke with him?
Why?
Xiao Ji deeply regretted that he had insisted on becoming the emperor because he was too greedy. The emperor wanted it, and Xiaoer wanted it too.
When he actually had it, he thought God was being kind to him and allowed him to have the two things he wanted most.
Only now did he realize that God was playing a joke on him and was not treating him favorably.
He has always been ignored.
Xiao Ji raised his head and looked at Ye Zeyuan, "How can we save Xiao'er?"
Ye Zeyuan glanced at Xiao Ji but did not say anything, but continued to collect his daughter's seven souls and six souls. If they were scattered, there would be no way to recover.
Seeing that he ignored her, Xiao Ji looked at his hand and saw a dark night orchid. Xiao'er had shown it to him before and it was very beautiful.
"What are you doing? Why do you have Dark Night Orchid in your hands?"
Ye Zeyuan still ignored Xiao Ji. It was too difficult to gather seven souls and six souls.
Just don't act evil.
At this moment, the barrier suddenly broke, a demonic wind blew, and the seven souls and six souls that had finally gathered were scattered again.
Ye Zeyuan looked around, the wind was so strange.
He nervously looked at his daughter's seven souls and six souls, pursed her thin lips tightly, "Don't let go, don't let go..."
"Don't leave, what are you talking about?" Xiao Ji looked at Ye Zeyuan who was talking to himself. He knew that Ye Zeyuan was definitely not talking to himself.
Fu Niang was crying anxiously. Ye Zeyuan asked her to stay outside all the time. However, a demonic wind suddenly blew and she couldn't stop it.
Fu Niang had no choice but to open the door and walk in. When she saw Ye Zeyuan beside the bed, she said angrily: "It must be the fault of the Emperor of Heaven."
"Fu Niang, continue to form the barrier." Ye Zeyuan said.
"It's the master." Fu Niang quickly formed a barrier, and after a while, a barrier protected Fu Yuanxiao again.
Xiao Ji looked at the woman who suddenly ran in. He couldn't understand what they said. It was precisely because of this that he felt flustered.
"What on earth are you doing? Xiao'er is my wife, I have the right to know."
Fu Niang glanced at Xiao Ji. If Xiao Ji hadn't been the emperor, the princess would not have lost the bet with the Emperor of Heaven. If the princess had not lost, she would not have been annihilated. All because of Xiao Ji.
She said angrily: "My princess is about to be annihilated by flying ashes. Do you know what being annihilated by flying ashes means?"
Good night, babies!
