Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1507 The widow and lonely old man died of his daughter, and the poor child lost his mother.

Lingyu didn't want to remember this man called Emperor Killing too much.

And the understanding of him is limited to the “brilliant achievements” of the Slaughter Emperor that he learned from the mouth of the leader of the Demon Race during the battle against the Demon Race army when he was mentioned from his master when he was a child.

A man who nearly defeated the Wutian ancestor and pulled down the altar, known as the Slaughter Emperor, also known as the "Killing Machine".

The Three Realms were originally not the God Realm, the Human Realm, and the Underworld, but the God, Human, and Devil Realms.

Why did the Demon Realm not return to the Three Realms?

Because the Devildom was completely destroyed by Emperor Killing.

The Demon Realm is the homeland of the Demon Race. The homeland was destroyed and the creatures were charred. The last primitive tribe of the Demon Race escaped from the destroyed Demon Realm. Afterwards, they forged an unshakable enemy with the God Realm. The demons invaded the war, and the initial enmity was forged because of the killing of the entire demon world.

Ling Wei clearly remembers that she was ignorant when she was a child, and regarded this servant as an idol.

She yelled with her master that she would learn to kill Emperor Slaughter in the future.

As a result, I was hung up and beaten by the Wutian ancestor for seven days...

Lingyu has shadows, so she doesn't like to recall the name of Killing Emperor.

"The killing of the emperor?"

After learning that he had rebelled from the Three Realms and his only daughter who had been missing for a long time was dead, Ming Emperor Qingwu seemed to be a hundred years old again.

Trembling and finally took over Princess Youlan's relic.

"Gu didn't let her be with the Emperor Killing, but she wanted, true love, what kind of true love? Killing wives and daughters, what else can he do? She just doesn't listen to Gu's words, just doesn't listen..."

Mingdi Qingwu was always overcast and uncertain and moody.

After receiving Princess Youlan’s relic, he completely ignored Lingyu and A Luo, turned around, held his daughter’s things, dragged the **** box, and turned towards him without looking back. The Underworld Emperor's throne walked.

"You two, get out!"

Ling's mouth narrowed, pulling the surprised A Luo and preparing to leave.

However, Qingwu, who was holding his daughter's relics and the big box, changed his words after sitting on the seat of God: "Lingy, you get out! She stays!"

Lingyu cursed secretly and let go of A Luo.

I thought, forget it, don't care about the bad old man, without a daughter, it is estimated that he will be sad.

Ling slyly embraced A Luo and pushed her in the direction of Emperor Underworld, "Go."

"how about you……"

"I will not go, I will go to Jiang Ziwen, if the old man lets you go, you will come to me."

A Luo left behind, leaving the Underworld Palace swayingly.

When we left, when we shuttled through the doors of the palace, the spirit suddenly felt that she didn't seem to be so unfortunate.

After a rough millennium, life and death are inseparable. She has a Disi, another younger brother, and her parents are still alive. Although she is a bit nasty asshole, compared to A Luo’s father, Lingtian is already a "good" father, at least She didn't really kill his wife or daughter...Moreover, her mother Qing Yaoji still loved her. Although Princess Youlan also loved A Luo, she passed away too early...

After thinking about returning home, I have to discuss with my mother and give A Luo more love and care.

A Luo walked out of the Underworld Palace and left the endless abyss.

However, when she stood on the top of the cliff of the endless abyss, from the depths of the abyss, a burst of deafening and distressed old cries suddenly sounded.

The cries resounded across the blood-colored setting sun of the underworld, and the cries shook the sky, more violent than ghost cries.

"Lonely daughter..."

"The daughter is gone..."

Along with the crying, you can still hear the bad old man beating his chest and feet, crying regretfully.

When Qingwu cried bitterly, Linggui was also inexplicably sad for a while.

Lingyu understood that at this time, the old Emperor Ming was no longer the overlord of the underworld. The old man was just a lonely old man without his only daughter, and it was pitiful.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if Lingyu makes her "roll" twice.

I don't know if it was because of being pregnant, Lingkui felt that he had become sentimental.

On the way to Hades, she even thought that she must never let her children lose her mother and father. Therefore, she must manage the relationship with Disi and set a good example for the unborn children.

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In the Palace of the Emperor Underworld.

Lao Mingdi Qingwu sat cross-legged on the throne, holding Princess Youlan's relic tightly in his arms, crying and regretting.

"Daddy is not good, Daddy is too strict with you..."

"Dad is wrong. You gave him a chance to reform and rehabilitate. Don't you like flowers and plants? Dad planted a back garden for you by himself. You come back...the little princess who came back to be your father... Father depends on you... …"

The old cry of the green black echoed in the secluded palace of the Emperor Ming, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time.

No ghost would dare to come near, and no ghost or **** would dare to ask the Emperor Underworld what happened.

One is old and one is young, and the two depend on each other.

Because the Emperor Underworld's throne was extremely spacious, enough to accommodate three people sitting together, with Qingwu's permission, A Luo obediently learned the appearance of Qingwu and sat cross-legged beside Lao Qingwu.

She quietly looked at a widow and lonely old man, holding her mother's relic with her nose and tears, crying out of breath, disregarding Emperor Ming's dignity and face, venting the longing and longing that had been silent for too long. The pain of bereavement.

Listening to the old man beside him crying over and over again.

Not long after, A Luo leaned on tiptoe, and laboriously pulled out the rag bag that she had slung on her body from the big wooden box. Because she didn't wear clothes, Lingyu and Qing Yaoji insisted on not letting her carry it. Now, put her in a box.

A Luo thought, the old man beside him couldn't keep crying like this.

So, he took out a roll of paper towels from the rag bag, pulled it off, and stuffed it with the old man beside him.

Qingwu didn't say anything, and took it. The old tears were running, and he couldn't wipe it off no matter how much.

The old eyes were red, and I glanced at the granddaughter next to him from time to time. Seeing A Luo's expression was faint, not happy or sad, she was only responsible for handing him the paper, Qing Wu was startled, and said dumbly, "Don't cry?"

A Luo's eyes were quiet, faintly afflicted, and whispered: "Cry enough, before my mother died, I was still cuddling in her arms, she hummed me, coaxed me to sleep, patted my back, and gradually Earth, I heard her no heartbeat, no breathing, and then, even her body disappeared, and I shrank beside her... I cried for a long, long time, it was more than two thousand years ago, and now I think Thinking, tears just flowed in my heart..."

Qingwu held his eyes, his old hunchback, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Suddenly he didn't know what to say to the girl next to him. Although the daughter died, she still left a line. He didn't know if he should be happy or sad.

It was Aluo, who was very generous, and took the initiative to talk to Qingwu around him.

"Would you like to read the letter written by my mother? Many of them were written to you, but I was curious, so I opened it."

So, one old and one young, a widow and lonely old man with a dead daughter, and a poor child without his mother, sat in the throne together, silent together, reading the letter...

At this moment, the top of Hades.

Linggui kicked open the door of Jiang Ziwen’s office, and suddenly saw Jiang Ziwen standing by the window, curling his eyebrows in thought, and holding his arms. It seemed very strange that what happened today, what is wrong with Qingwu? Cry like this.

(End of this chapter)