"What? Do you want this monarch to starve to death?" After Ning Yichen finished speaking, he lowered his head and rinsed his mouth.

He completely gave Yan Qingqing a very strange feeling.

"How can you think like this?" Yan Qingqing looked at him heartbroken.

"Is this my thought wrong?" Ning Yichen raised his eyes and looked at her.

Seeing her in a white dress, he squinted slightly in a daze. This was the first time he saw her wearing a dress other than red.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth. She had been learning Jiaojiao to wear a red dress all these years, but it was a pity that she could never replace Jiaojiao.

"Let's talk about it, what are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

Yan Qingqing kept looking at his expression, mocking his expression, which deeply hurt her heart. She lowered her head and asked, "Did you see my sister?" Her tone was very peaceful, this year. More often, they have never sat down and talked like this.

"Sister..." Ning Yichen looked at her coldly and mockingly, with contempt in his eyes, and sneered: "You are also worthy to call her sister? Didn't you tell Ben Jun that your sister is dead? How can Ben Jun see her. she?"

He had seen Jiaojiao, and it was precisely because of seeing Jiaojiao that he was so angry, and he couldn't wait to take it back together, and then killed her.

If it weren't for her secretive designs back then, how could he and Jiaojiao separate?

Jiaojiao had suffered so much because he had suffered so much. For the rest of his life, he did nothing but compensate them for both mother and son.

Therefore, as long as he sees this woman, he will only be full of hatred at all times.

Yan Qingqing was a little puzzled for a moment, he really seemed to be a different person in the past few days.

If it wasn't for Yan Jiaojiao, why did he do this?

Because of Yan Jiaojiao's death, he has lived in pain and guilt over the past year, and even abandons himself.

I wish I would die immediately and go to accompany Yan Jiaojiao.

When Yan Qingqing heard this, no matter how deep this topic was, it was not certain that when he saw Yan Jiaojiao, she would not easily mention this matter.

She suddenly smiled and said: "Yi Chen, watching you cheer up, this is the blessing of Wuling Continent."

But it was not her blessing, he really didn't have the slightest status of her in his heart.

Ning Yichen looked at her with cold eyes, and said every word: "If you don't cheer up anymore, you will change ownership of the Wuling Continent."

Ning Yichen's words were straightforward.

Yan Qingqing's face instantly turned pale, and the fists under his white wide sleeves clenched tightly together.

It turned out that he had already noticed it, so it's no wonder she suddenly changed her person.

She pretended to be incomprehensible and asked: "What does the Lord mean by saying this? You and I have no children, who will be handed over to the Wuling Continent in the future? Hasn't the Lord decided yet? Who dares? The idea of ​​hitting the Wuling Continent?"

Ning Yichen leaned back, raised his eyes, looking at her strangely and coldly: "There is such a dog with wolf ambition, shamelessly coveting this Wuling Continent, this monarch is naturally defensive."

When Yan Qingqing heard this, he looked at him incomparably angrily, what a wolf's ambitious dog?

Ha ha!

He was speaking more and more excessively.

She planned the world just to have a retreat.

In his eyes it is wolf ambition, okay! very good!

Between them, finally came to an end.

Her skin was white and snowy, there was almost no trace of blood on her face, and she was as pure as snow.

"Yi Chen, between us..."

"Between us, nothing!" Ning Yichen interrupted her mercilessly.

It was deliberately squinted by him, showing a cold murderous aura.

"Nothing?" Yan Qingqing whispered these words in a low voice. The murderous aura emanating from his body caused her to sweat from between her brows. At this time, the soft and beautiful her seemed helpless.

This man, really ruthless!

"Our century-old husband and wife, do you really have no feelings for me?" She stared at him deeply with her beautiful phoenix eyes.

Ning Yichen maintained his original posture, eyes full of disdain, and a mocking smile evoked at the corner of his mouth. He sarcastically said, "Yan Qingqing, you deceived happiness, do you think there will be a trace of affection?"

Every word of him was like a sharp knife, deeply pierced into her heart. It hurt and hurt all over her body. She had never hurt like this before. The pain made her want to die right away.

"You deceived happiness, do you think there will be a trace of emotion?" This is simple, but so ruthless.

She choked her sore throat: "Ning Yichen, we are still at the end after all." She said these words, and she seemed to feel more comfortable in her heart.

"You should have seen this clearly a long time ago." Ning Yichen's tone was still cold, and his voice was like the thousand-year-old ice on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

There was no emotion on that stern face.

Yan Qingqing smiled bitterly, and said sarcastically, "Yes, I have always been obsessed and obsessed with it. I thought that as long as I stood firm, I could get the happiness I wanted. I spent my life in deception."

"It's okay if you understand!" Ning Yichen took a deep breath. In that tone, there was still an undisguised hatred.

Yan Qingqing got up suddenly, looked at Ning Yichen, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

With a smile, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

She choked and said word by word: "Ning Yichen, for so many years, I have always been with you and have been by your side. I have never done anything to be sorry for you. But you, I have been with me for many years. It's worthless, how can you tell me to thank you?"

"Not reconciled, what do you want? What do you want? You have been with me for a hundred years, and you have deceived me for a hundred years. My life, because of you, has become painful and guilty. All my happiness is taken by you. It’s ruined in the evening, should I still be grateful to you?" Ning Yichen was furious in an instant. The anger he had endured for a year broke out at this moment. His eyes were frivolous, and there was a pair of long and narrow peach eyes. Angry hatred.

"Ning Yichen, is it all because I love you?" Yan Qingqing roared in pain.

"No, love is not design, not possession, you love me, but I don't love you! I never love you, even if all the women in this world are dead, I won't love you!" Ning Yichen also stood up suddenly, Yan Qingqing glared and roared!

"Woo..." Yan Qingqing cried desperately, and looked at the unfeeling, angry and hateful man in front of him, feeling like a knife.

She felt that she had won the world, but from the beginning, she had lost a mess.

For Yan Qingqing, who was crying bitterly, Ning Yichen couldn't have a hint of pity in his heart, only the hateful face of this woman, his life was destroyed by deceitful calculations, so how could he not hate him?