Enchanting Wife: Slave’s Cold Husband - C238

“Royal father, I will definitely find them and make them pay with their blood.” The man closed his eyes after hearing this, but his face was filled with deep unwillingness.

The first thing Kong Ming did after he ascended the throne was to recruit a lot of talents.

“Vast Ocean Void, I didn’t believe that you wouldn’t come.” Contemplation stood at the top of the tower.

Xi Ling never expected that he would see this person in the illusion world. He was dressed in elegant green clothes, and his face didn’t have much expression, which was the complete opposite of what he remembered. However, when he looked closely, he felt that this person was actually similar.

However, before this, what he saw in this person’s eyes was deep sadness. On the surface, it was always a carefree smile.

Duke Bei Chen!

Yes, he did not expect to see this person now.

Xi Ling looked at this man who was called a coward kneeling in front of Kong Ming, bowing to him. Everything he did was so natural and there was nothing he could do about it.

Xi Ling felt that his mind was in chaos. The scene in front of him was flashing rapidly. Even if Xi Ling didn’t want to watch it, he had still forcefully stored it all into his mind. He watched as the world, which was originally surnamed Canghai, became increasingly more and more powerful in the hands of Kongming. He looked at Kongming, who was originally smiling, and never let out a single smile; instead, he would often mutter to himself in response to his younger brother’s ashes.

“Ling’er, big brother misses you.” “Ling’er, big brother really misses you. Do you know, other than you, no one else smiled at big brother, and none of them would smile at big brother like Ling’er did? Ling’er, are you smiling at big brother?” Kong Ming prayed alone in his empty bedroom.

Xi Ling really did not want to see this kind of tranquility. That kind of direct and naked injury was left on his face and flowed into his blood. It was something that could not be removed even if he wanted to. However, with such an expression on his face that looked exactly like Beichen’s, Xiling felt a deep and suppressed pain in his chest.

Suddenly, Xi Ling was about to jump up as a bright red color appeared in his eyes. It was his favorite color, and it was the color of the clothes he always wore. Xi Ling wanted to see it clearly, wanted to see it more clearly. The bright red color had its back to him, and he couldn’t see what the man looked like at all.

His heart was beating rapidly. He didn’t know what sort of feeling it was, but it was very chaotic. It was so chaotic that he was utterly defeated.

When she turned around, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Xi Ling’s pupils suddenly contracted. He didn’t even have a breath.

It was a face that looked like a monster. Just one glance at it was something that he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

Xi Ling felt that he must have experienced a serious illusion. Yes, it must have been a very serious illusion, or else why would he think that this woman who looked nothing like Su Nuo was like Su Nuo, or rather, her — his idiotic woman.

The girl’s devilish face was filled with a sweet and satisfied smile. She opened her arms and happily ran in one direction, “Big brother.” As he ran, he called out in a clear and melodious voice. The sound was extremely melodious, just like the light chirping of a small bird. It was extremely pleasant to listen to.

With a faint smile, he cuddled the enchanter-like girl into his embrace and said softly, “My unfilial son.”

The woman, who was called ‘evil child’, gently rubbed against the hollow bosom like a spoiled little kitten.

His heart was in a lot of pain, so much so that Xi Ling knelt down on the ground without even being able to draw out a single ounce of his strength. Xi Ling wanted to reach out his hand to touch the person in front of him, but his hand passed through the woman’s body so easily without any contact.

He was sure that this enchanter-like woman was his idiotic woman, one percent white.

Even though his idiotic woman didn’t have such a devastatingly beautiful face, her eyes were exactly the same. They were both black and white, as if she knew how to speak.

He was certain that even if this evil child wasn’t his real idiotic woman, he was definitely from her previous life.

Suddenly, Xi Ling seemed to understand everything. He understood that everyone who appeared here was related to him, and they were all related. It was because of these mysterious entanglement that they were able to pester him for their entire lives.

And the siblings hugging each other in front of him must also be — Cang Hai Xu and Canghai Sin.

The quickly flashing images proved that his guess was completely correct. However, it was precisely these facts that made Xi Ling’s head hurt so much that it felt like it was going to explode. He wanted to extend his hand to stop it, but it was all in vain.

He could only watch as Kong Ming used the sin of Canghai to force Canghai to commit suicide. He could only watch as Canghai Mingyue’s hair turned white overnight. Her long, pale hair looked as if it was filled with endless grief.

In the end, like a broken doll, the thread was forcefully cut off. Because of fear, in the nightmare, he would always cry and die.

However, it was exactly like this that the Western Tomb could only look at. It could only look at it this way, and his heart trembled violently.

In the image, Kong Ming was standing there dressed in black, his back facing the kneeling Magus. The Magus said, “Your Majesty, if you want to make the soul of the Vast Ocean Scorpion vanish into thin air, there will be a similar price to pay for not reincarnating. Perhaps even greater.”

Kong Ming’s gaze fell upon the accessories on his hands, and he said with extreme gentleness, “No matter the price, I am willing.”

“Then the Emperor will also need to eliminate his own reincarnation and imprison his soul on the Forgotten River for all eternity. Day after day, year after year, even if the blue sea turns into mulberry fields, the Emperor will also need to bear this heavy sin on the Forgotten River. This way, the Emperor will be willing.”

The loneliness of eternal life, the hatred of eternal life, the imprisonment of the immortal soul, there was no freedom, only the vicissitudes of life year after year in hatred and sin. Xi Ling shook his head. He wanted to hold onto this person and tell him not to, not to.

But Kongming didn’t even think about it. “I’m willing.” Then, he gently caressed the accessories in his hands with his fingertips, as if the baby was right in front of his eyes, “For Ling’er, brother is definitely willing. Ling’er, brother has not broken his promise this time, oh, the person who has dyed your blood, brother will never let them go, brother will let them go, forever, forever.”

“Ling’er, how are you?”

Not good, not good! He wanted to jump out and stop it. He wanted to stop this crazy act, but he did not want to do this. He did not want this person to destroy Canghai Mingxiu and Canghai Mingyue, and also did not want this person to easily destroy him.

But it was useless, nothing was useful! He could only watch on like a spectator as the Magus began his incantation. He could only watch helplessly as the imprint of his soul was carved into his body, imprinted with the eternal imprisonment.

Tears finally rolled down his face, and his fingertips trembled.

At this moment, the white-robed old man with the white beard appeared before him. “Kong Ling, have you remembered everything?”

Xi Ling suddenly raised his head and looked in front of him with a bewildered expression. He suddenly asked with a sharp tone, “What did you call me?”

The old man leisurely said once again, “Kong Ling, the younger brother of Kong Ming.”

His body was trembling violently. He saw Kong Ming put the accessories on his face, with a doting look on his face: “Ling’er, big brother didn’t go back on his words this time, are you happy?”

Xi Ling wanted to crazily refuse. He wanted to reject this preposterous scene. It truly was preposterous to the limit. How could it be so ridiculous? But why did his heart hurt so much? It was so painful that it felt like it was bleeding.

Why? His fingertips were cold, why? He wanted to walk over and hug this man called Kong Ming, why did he want to tell him not to feel sad, not to feel sad.

Brother, don’t be sad!

Really, really want to say: Brother, don’t be sad, don’t be sad.

However, even if he didn’t move his body, it was as if he was rooted to the spot. He could only continue to allow those cruel scenes to continue appearing, and present those scenes in front of him.

He watched as Canghai Xuankong drank the River of Forgetfulness, watched as he carved Canghai’s name into his hand with a knife and knife so that he would not forget his younger sister, Canghai Mingxiu.

Time and time again, incomparably crazy.

After Canghai Xu fainted, she whispered in his ear like a nightmare, “The pain has only just begun. Unfortunately, there’s no end, I’ll be waiting for you in Wangchuan. One day, you’ll remember your precious sister, Canghai Wuxie. At that time, when hell opens the door for you, I’ll be waiting for you inside.”

Kong Ming had his men send the Vast Ocean Void away and arrived at a strange secret room.

There was a large ceremonial tray in the chamber, and he warmed it and took out a sharp dagger, not wanting to cut his own wrist, and let the blood flow into the incantation tray until the last drop had dripped dry.

“Ling’er, brother will remember Ling’er for the rest of his life, not even a second.” Kong Ming said.

But such a life, was … eternal life.

It was really too long!

Kong Ming fell to the ground. However, he was still holding the accessory tightly, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

“Xi Ling, do you understand now why you would bear so much sin? Why, why did you have to come in this life to taste it?” the old man asked.

Xi Ling closed his eyes and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks. “I, Xi Ling, am willing.”

The old man nodded in satisfaction. “Alright, then, leave with me now.”

Xi Ling shook his head. “I want to see — brother.” Although it was a bit strange, the two words were surprisingly natural.

The old man didn’t stop him.

Xi Ling opened her eyes and saw Bei Chen Han’s face. This face had been there for so long that he had no idea how long it might take. However, that coldness and loneliness had taken root there.

Bei Chenghan was also looking straight into his eyes. In his heart, Xi Ling silently shouted: “Brother!”

If time could be repeated, he would not do many things, but at the same time, he still wanted to meet this person on the battlefield. He would first see him on the battlefield with thousands of soldiers, and then become his brother.

Forever and ever!

Big brother, you’re great!