Dark Beast Summoner Chapter 541: Ling Xiao Weiyang

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Chapter 541 Ling Xiao Weiyang

The two sit by the lake, with magnificent stars in the distance and small fish swimming nearby.

Long Moshen gently placed Mu Wushuang's head on his shoulder, rubbing her cheek with his hand, and said to her in a low voice:

"Not too much, he indirectly killed my mother and killed her with hatred. I did not let him die. It is already kind."

Yes, the catastrophe of the Azure Dragon Shrine was not enough to kill the emperor.

Because the two of them have resolved half of the catastrophe.

This catastrophe will only make the Holy Emperor worse than death.

And all of this, the Holy Emperor himself took the blame, it was his cold blood and ignorance that killed the Holy Empress Ling Xiao.

But they don't know what this great calamity is coming down from heaven, only the holy emperor who is about to face the great calamity knows.

At the same time.

Cangming Continent, the cemetery of the Qinglong Temple.

In front of one of the most remote tombs, stood a tall middle-aged man, but his hair was gray and his eyes were sunken, and he seemed to have not slept for several days.

This person is the saint emperor. Since the wedding of Long Moshen and Mu Wushuang that day, he has been standing in front of Ling Xiaoweiyang's tomb for several days and never left.

He is like the most affectionate man in the world, staring at the tombstone, as if passing through the tombstone and seeing the woman who has been sleeping underground for a long time.

His mind always remembered her voice and smile, but he could remember more of her heart-piercing cry when he left on the night of marriage, her cold body and tears in the corner of her eyes after dystocia .

He regretted self-blame and resented Jiang Liyun, and sending people to torture Jiang Liyun day by day could not offset the hatred in his heart.

It would be great without Jiang Liyun. Without her, he should live a happy life with Wei Young. She is still alive and will smile at him brilliantly. They may also have other children, giving Mo Shen and each child the most Good care.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise in the sky, the bright moon was hidden in the clouds, and the night became darker.

However, the various beautiful treasures placed in front of the mausoleum illuminate the place brightly, without affecting the sight.

The sea of ​​thunder on the cloud is raging, but the holy emperor seems to be unknown, only the mausoleum in front of him.

"Cang Rui."

The Holy Emperor heard someone calling his name, his voice was very soft and soft, and somewhat familiar, but this familiarity seemed to span decades.

His eyes were red and he turned abruptly.

A woman in a water blue dress stood there gently, with a gentle smile on Guo Se Wushuang’s face, the smile seemed to enter the bottom of her eyes, and her dark eyes contained deepness. The affection rippling like water waves.

"Wei...Weiyang!"

The holy emperor's eyes widened, unbelievable.

"Cang Rui, did you see me so excited?"

The woman asked a little shyly, seeming a little surprised and delighted.

The Holy Emperor still couldn't believe it. The woman in front of him was as good as he remembered, but he was so old that she was still so young, and the years did not leave a trace on her face.

This familiar person, familiar eyebrows, is exactly the person he wants to see most.

Looking at her, the Saint Emperor burst into tears. She did not change at all. She looked at him like this before, and he was the only one in her eyes, and no one could bear it.

However, he turned a blind eye to her, treating her as a wicked and vicious woman and repelling her thousands of miles away.

He regretted his lack of knowledge at that time, and he couldn't even find the woman he loved most by his side.

"Cang Rui, why don't you speak? You...do you hate me?"

Ling Xiao Weiyang took a step back, his clear eyes turned red, and there were teardrops in his eyes.

"No! I don't! How could I hate you!"

The emperor quickly explained, feeling at a loss.

"Really? Great! Well, would you write me a poem?"

She immediately turned from crying to smile, the powder on her cheeks, as if she was embarrassed.

The holy emperor's eyes widened. These words seem to be familiar. When she was about to leave in the sea of ​​secrets, she said this to him, but he couldn't see it at the time.

His heart is cut with remorse, but he puts a smile on his face and says to her:

"Good."

He took out a pen, which was the same brush from that year.

She handed out a handkerchief as she remembered, and handed it to him shyly.

So he wrote the poem on this handkerchief.

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but countless in the world."

The poem read word by word in her mouth, and there was joy in her voice. He saw her biting her lip.

The Saint Emperor's heart was even more desolate. Back then, she was so overjoyed in a place he couldn't see, but she didn't show it to him to know.

She carefully dried the writing on the handkerchief, and suddenly said to him:

"I borrow your brush for a use. I will write my name under this poem. After we go out, I will send someone to give you this handkerchief. You will know who I am."

"Okay." The Holy Emperor heard his voice say.

Then he saw her smiling so brightly, he had never seen her smiling so brightly.

She took a writing brush, and beside his name and seal, she wrote down the words "Ling Xiao Weiyang" seriously. After writing, she covered her mouth and snickered a few times, the smile in her eyes Overflowed.

She touched his brush with her lips, and then returned it to him.

The emperor looked at the brush in his hand. He never knew that this brush was kissed by her, and he never knew she would laugh so happy.

"Holy Emperor! Why don't you believe me!"

Suddenly, the voice in my ears became louder, and there was a cry in the voice.

He looked up and saw that she was wearing a bright red wedding dress, her skin surpassing snow, like a beautiful peony, but there were tears on her face and sadness in her eyes.

She stopped calling him Cang Rui, she called him Saint Emperor.

"I..."

The Holy Emperor found that he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to explain. He wanted to tell her that all this was his fault. Even if it was a phantom, he asked her to stay by his side.

Her tears fell like broken beads, she cried so sadly, that sound was the cry that appeared in his dreams countless times.

He wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, so he wanted to explain clearly to her, but he couldn't move or make a sound.

It suddenly dawned on him that he couldn't change the things that happened in the past, and those things he did wrong would never go back!

He couldn't regret it. Looking at her tears, his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

She half-kneeled on the ground, looking into the distance, crying less and less, but the sadness became worse, she said to herself: "Cang Rui, you never know how much I love you, why do you change ?"

No! I haven't changed my mind! I have always loved you! I made a mistake!

The holy emperor wanted to shout loudly, but these words still couldn't be said!

"Ah! It hurts! Jinger, go and call the Holy Emperor over, I may not be able to give birth!"