Wang Dacheng, who was pitied by God, said two wishes at this time.

Enjoy the beauty from heaven and die.

God only granted him one wish.

Just as he untied the beauty's upper body, the dazzling snow white came into view, making his breathing accelerate, and his excited heart was almost jumping out of his chest, and suddenly there was an extra hand under his chin.

Whose hands?

Lao Wang was stunned and looked down.

This hand is also extremely beautiful, slender, white and tender, warm and smooth.

Then, slowly, he turned back and saw a charming face.

His heart skipped a loud beat again without warning.

All the hot blood poured into his head from all over his limbs, making his eyes turn red in an instant.

God, it's too good for Lao Wang.

Before he died.

Not only did he see the true face of Yang Coffin, but he also admired the bewitching face of the flower night god who should have been transformed into a fox spirit.

He really wanted to say thank you to God reverently.

is such a beautiful young woman who is extremely charming, she is definitely not the opponent of the old king, who is old and strong, and he threw herself to the ground and forcibly completed a good deed, which was the only result.

It's just that as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a strange sound.

It seems to be the sound of a broken bone?

And this voice seems to come from his neck.

His eyes were full of doubts, and with the charming smile of the flower night god, it gradually froze.

It's like he had a filthy sixty-six years of life.

The god of flowers and nights killed Lao Wang, really for his good.

If the king knows that Lao Wang has insulted her, and can make him die in great pain within a year, she is not worthy of being the king again.

"Originally, when you saved the king, I felt guilty that I had to silence it. Thankfully, your next actions have removed my troubles. ”

Throwing Lao Wang's body aside, Hua Yeshen smiled and looked down at Yang Coffin.

Before that, she knew the legend of King Xuanyuan's day woman and night man.

But for so many years, Hua Yeshen has only seen Yang Coffin as a man.

Except for the Great Elder, no one in the Flame had ever seen King Xuanyuan as a woman.

Gain, she also wears a mask all year round in the Valley of Flames, or she wears a black veil over her face.

Hua Yeshen had previously guessed that when Wang Shang was a woman, he should be very beautiful.

After all, when Yang Coffin appeared in the form of a man at the ancestor worship ceremony on the third day of the third month of March, his handsome face fascinated all the female members of Flame.

King Xuanyuan was so handsome when he was a man, but when he converted into a daughter, he couldn't be more beautiful?

The true face of Yang's coffin is so beautiful that Hua Yeshen is a little ashamed of himself.

Clean.

She stared at the face of Yang Coffin, and was stupid for a long time before she thought of this word.

Except for the word clean, there is no noun that can match the appearance of Yang Coffin.

The flowers and moon looks that Lao Wang thought of were too cheesy to use on Yang Coffin.

The god of flowers and nights can determine that Yang Coffin is her great king.

That's because she saw with her own eyes how the smiling Yang coffin easily knocked Helan Fusu unconscious and threw it out.

Yang Coffin didn't know it at the time, it was Helan Fusu.

But the god of flowers and nights knew.

When Helan Fusu hurriedly went to persuade Yue Zitong to evacuate, he didn't know that Hua Yeshen was also worried about his safety.

Hugh said that the first time of the Flower Night God had already been taken away by Li Nannan, and the Helan family had clearly told her that they had no chance to be together, and she still couldn't forget him.

No matter how much a woman changes, she can never forget the man she loved dearly.

So at Yue Zitong's yin wedding ceremony, don't look at Hua Yeshen always looked indifferent, she didn't know Helan Fusu's appearance, in fact, the corner of her eyes never left him.

Including the tornado, Helan Fusu did not quickly run away, but rushed into the hotel through the door.

What did Helan Fusu do in the hotel?

It doesn't take a lot of brains to deduce it.

Just as she cares about Helan Fusu at all times, he also cares about Yue Zitong at all times.

The god of flowers and nights will not blame Helan Fusu for this.

Instead, they will feel that he is doing the right thing.

Helan Fusu was in the hotel, how did he persuade Yue Zitong, Hua Yeshen who was hiding outside, didn't know.

She didn't want to go in, she just had to hide in the dark and wait silently for Helan Fusu to come out safely.

Helan Fusu came out safely, but met Yang Coffin, who was attacked under the cover of wind and sand.

Then, Helan Fusu soon became sad.

How high Helan Fusu's force value is, Hua Yeshen knows very well in his heart.

Just as she could guess who this person was immediately after seeing him easily knocked unconscious.

Except for King Xuanyuan, no one can easily defeat a master like Helan Fusu.

This is completely the intuition of the god of flowers, and he is 100% sure that the woman who made a smirking voice is the king who was thought by Li Muchen and others to have died overseas!

In front of Yang's coffin, Hua Yeshen was like a mouse who had seen a cat, hiding there and not daring to take a breath.

In fact, even if she gasped for breath, it would be fine, after all, the scene was too chaotic at that time.

The wind roared and screamed again and again, and Yang Coffin's mind was all on Yue Zitong, how could he notice her?

The god of the night who was hiding in the dark also saw that not long after the king entered the hotel, there was a dark shadow, holding a stick in both hands, and slowly walked in.

Who is this person?

The god of flowers and nights can't see it, and the sight is too bad.

And the man didn't make any noise, so she couldn't judge.

However, the god of flowers could tell from the careful way he walked sideways into the hotel that he was going to be unfavorable to the king.

She didn't care.

She thought that no one could hurt the king.

Besides, she also hoped that the king would die better.

After all, the king is the biggest nightmare for her.

Since that person couldn't kill the king, the result could only be killed by the king.

Hua Yeshen has no doubt about this ending, and he doesn't bother to care, as long as the person who is going to die is not Helan Fusu.

But the result was much more than she expected.

Just as the tornado was about to evacuate and the vision began to clear, Hua Yeshen actually saw the king screaming and being thrown out of the window of the east wall of the hotel by the stick.

Before the god of flowers could make his next reaction, the king was swept away by the tornado.

Your Majesty, just like that?

I was successfully plotted by that person!

Hua Yeshen stared blankly in the direction of the tornado's departure, and his mind went blank.

By the time her mind finally returned to normal, Li Nannan had already left calmly, the sand and dust floating in the sky began to fall, and Director Liang's car arrived.

Hua Yeshen woke up like a dream, and quietly left the scene when the people hiding elsewhere ran out and the scene was a mess.

She's going to chase the tornado's footsteps.

She was going to see where the king would be swept away by the tornado.

Perhaps, only by seeing the king's corpse with his own eyes will the god of the night believe that she is really dead.

Hua Yeshen didn't catch up with the tornado, because the black dragon, which was getting farther and farther away from the scene of the Yin Wedding, and its color was getting lighter and lighter, disappeared completely after passing a mountain beam.

The person who was caught in it also fell from a height of hundreds of meters, in the drizzle.

Hua Yeshen didn't think that the king would survive after falling from such a high place.

But in fact, just as she didn't believe that the person who plotted against the king could succeed, but it turned out to be really successful, Yang coffin fell into the river and was successfully rescued by an uncle who was fishing in the rain.

And tore her clothes in an attempt to stage a wonderful field battle.

While the god of flowers and nights hopes that the king can die, he is also extremely in awe of her.

Who would watch someone they fear be ruined by an old man who is not ashamed?

No one.

So, Wang Dacheng died.

Then, the god of flowers and nights was stunned by the beauty of the king, which could not be described in words.

Drip.

The sound of the car whistle in the distance woke up the flower night god who was deeply immersed in the beauty, and subconsciously looked back, and after not finding anything abnormal, he learned from Lao Wang's appearance just now, and knelt on one knee on the grass.

The slippery and warm right hand, the five fingers slowly spread apart, and gently placed it on the slender neck of Yang Coffin.

No matter how powerful the Yang coffin is, her throat bone will not be harder than Lao Wang, Hua Yeshen's right five fingers only need to shrink forcefully, and she will become a dead corpse like Lao Wang.

As long as King Xuanyuan is dead, then no one will be able to restrain the three goddesses.

Don't mention the elders.

A group of old immortals who only know how to enjoy themselves.

Li Muchen, Zhan Xingshen and the two of them are now secretly planning how to kill those old immortals.

The two of them, the person who is most afraid is the king!

What if the king dies?

Hua Yeshen looked at Yang Coffin's clean face in a daze, and the words that Li Muchen had said that day floated in his ears again.

To say that the flower night god is not tempted, it is fake.

After all, the three sisters are all very powerful and arrogant women, and they are stupid to obey the orders of those elders after the death of King Xuanyuan and continue to be exploited willingly.

But even if she kills the king now, successfully "rebels" with Li Muchen and the others, and completely takes her fate into her own hands, so what?

The "pink skeleton" described by Li Muchen is like a ghost claw of a ghost, strangling her neck, and in a certain period of time, she can change from the current sexy and bewitching to a living skeleton that makes her disgusting at a glance.

And Yang Coffin is the only one who can unlock the pink skull.

If she is killed again, the god of flowers will wait for a tragic death.

But who can guarantee that the god of the night will not kill the king, and the king will be kind enough to give her the antidote when he wakes up?

No one can guarantee it.

A king is a king, unless she dies.

Otherwise, no one can threaten her and control her to do anything.

So, should I kill her, or not?

Hua Yeshen's right hand placed on the neck of Yang Coffin began to tremble slightly.

After a long time, he sighed softly, retracted his hand, and dressed her.

Even after Yang Coffin woke up, he still refused to give her the antidote, and let her die tragically, Hua Yeshen also recognized it.

This may be her fate, right?

The rain stopped.

The gentle sunlight shines through the sparse foliage and into the woods by the river.

In the woods, there were no two people in the woods, Hua Yeshen and Yang Coffin, leaving only the corpse of an old man face down.

When people found Wang Dacheng's body, it should be a few days later.

After all, this place is far from the city, and few people come here except for fishing enthusiasts.

The sun is setting, and the sunset is full of sky.

Reflected on the wall from the window, it was gilded with a layer of red gold.

also smeared a layer of rouge on Yang Coffin's pale face, making her look more charming.

However, as the sunset gradually swallowed up by darkness, her hair began to appear almost transparent white.

The face that used to have soft lines has gradually become stiffer.

After the sun completely set, Yang Xiao's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly.

It's as if the wings of a butterfly are fluttering.