Suddenly he said: "I once had a disciple who could tolerate it like you. The man who was very brave in his heart didn't say a word. I stayed with you for three days just to see when you couldn't bear it, but it wasn't enough that you could tolerate it."

Yan Qingyu didn't say anything.

"It means being able to tolerate is also ruthless. My disciple should have been ruthless... It's a pity." Yan Ke didn't know what he thought of, but a pity flashed through his eyes.

"You have many disciples?"

"Not many, only two!" Yan Ke pointed to Mo Li, whose face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of ruthlessness. "He barely counted my second disciple, but he was too incompetent... He was obviously a brother of his family, but why was the difference so big?"

"Are you very satisfied with your first disciple?" Yan Qingyu squinted her eyes and tried. Yan Ke in front of her seemed to be drinking a little too much, and she felt a little drunk in her eyes.

Yan Ke was drinking, and the memories flashed through his expression.

"I taught my first disciple from the age of eleven to the age of seventeen... Unfortunately, she died when she was twenty." Yan Ke said softly, with the reluctance in her tone coming from the heart.

She supported her head with one hand, her eyes were blurred: "That was the most perfect result I cultivated with my own hands. Her hands were covered in blood but were still trusted in her heart. The night of living is more dazzling than the sun. She is not the strongest person in the world, but can make people willing to use it for her... After all, it is written on the word love."

Yan Qingyu's heart felt a turbulence, and she felt an indescribable feeling when she listened to Yan Ke's words.

When he wanted to ask something, Yan Ke waved his hand, "You can go and see your man, anyway, he will become a useless person in the end... But becoming a useless person will also have value."

"What did you do to him?" Yan Qingyu was shocked.

"It's nothing, it's his younger brother who wants to do to him." Yan Ke reached out and put his hand in front of Yan Qingyu and waved it, "My Yan Ke's hand has never been bloody!"

But it can make countless people die because of her, and she will die without a place to bury her.

Yan Qingyu knew too little about Yan Ke, so she couldn't understand what she was doing. Under the leadership of a man, Yan Qingyu came to an underground cell. Mo Li happened to come and frowned when she looked at her. "What are you doing here?"

Yan Qingyu ignored Mo Li completely, but instead walked into her with soreness and weakness. She had not put a soft tendon to disperse her in the past few days. She had some strength back, but she still couldn't run normally.

Mo Li grabbed Yan Qingyu's hand and frowned: "Yan Qingyu, why are you so anxious? Are you falling in love with him?"

"Let go, it has nothing to do with you!" Yan Qingyu was pulled for a while, and her legs were weak and she almost knelt down.

Mo Li looked at her weak appearance and showed a very pleasant expression. He bent down and said, "Even if you fall in love with him, it's useless. He is almost dead anyway. What you see now is just a half-dead corpse."

"What did you do to him?"

Mo Li suddenly pulled Yan Qingyu in a good mood to a flesh-and-blooded figure. Si Yucheng's hands were buckled to the wall, and extremely thick iron chains were tied on his legs. His clothes were covered with scars, as if there were traces left by whip marks.

The flesh and blood looked like flesh and blood. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of the chest, this would be a corpse.

Si Yucheng's face disappeared, and a face that was very similar to Mo Li was exposed. There were also several scars left on his face by a whip, and blood oozed out of the corners of his lips.

"Are you happy to see him so much now?" Mo Li pulled Yan Qingyu over and forced her to look at Si Yucheng's miserable situation.

He said softly in her ear, "He could have escaped, although the black iron chain could not be untied by internal force, he could still escape. But because of you, he came down, and he still stayed even though he knew he would die."

"Look, how much does my brother love you?"

Yan Qingyu knelt on the ground and looked at the scene in front of her. She clenched her fists with her hands, her eyes moved slightly, and suddenly she became calm.

Mo Li kept staring at her, and when she saw that she was not sad at all, a hint of mockery appeared in her heart.

Ha... It's indeed a stern-hearted woman.

Si Yucheng, Si Yucheng, you deserve it. You fall in love with such a cold-blooded and ruthless woman.

"Tsk, I really didn't expect you to be such a cold-blooded and ruthless woman. It seems that he deserved it." Mo Li suddenly lost interest. He thought he could see a good show, but he didn't expect her reaction to be so cold.

Mo Li looked at Si Yucheng as if he had become a bloody man unwillingly, curled his lips and said, "By the way, I will take away all the internal energy from him later. This is the retribution for him to abolish my martial arts. Without internal energy to protect his body, he may die if he is seriously injured."

"This is your last meeting, remember to make a goodbye."

After saying that, Mo Li left.

Yan Qingyu knelt on the ground, clenched her fists, her fists trembling constantly. She looked at the man with her eyes closed in front of her, and her tears were a little crystal clear.

"Fool!"

Wouldn't it be better to escape?

It's such a fool to surrender because of a threat.

Yan Qingyu walked to Si Yucheng, gently held his face, and his eyes ached when he saw the scars on his face.

Feeling someone around him, Si Yucheng slowly opened his eyes and found that it was not Mo Li but the face he missed in his heart, Si Yucheng smiled.

His eyes were gentle for a moment, as if nothing had happened, he said, "Why are you here? You shouldn't have come!"

Yan Qingyu looked at him, not knowing how to speak.

It was a long time ago, only one sentence: "I'm sorry!"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Si Yucheng shook his head, his pale face was not covered with blood.

Yan Qingyu didn't dare to touch anything except holding his face, because his body was covered with scars and there was no good skin on his body. In the end, tears fell.

Tears dripped on Si Yucheng's body, and he felt a pain.

The eyes were slightly bright.

"Is this crying for me?"

Yan Qingyu's heart was very painful and sore, and she felt that this man was really stupid.

He is obviously a noble ghost king standing side by side with the emperors of the four kings, but because of her, he becomes a prisoner.

Either stupid or crazy.

"I really thought you were Shi Touxin, so I really felt sorry for others!" Si Yucheng coughed gently, feeling a rare relaxation.

"It's almost dead, are you still in the mood to joke?" Yan Qingyu was angry and laughed.

Si Yucheng looked at her tears quietly, feeling that he might be willing to die because of this.

"No kidding, I am in a good mood now, I am really happy." Si Yucheng stared at her faintly, and the smile on the corners of his lips was pale but particularly beautiful.

Yan Qingyu sat beside him, her eyes full of distress, and she pursed her lips: "This time, I am very grateful to you."

Really, thank you.

Thanks for letting her understand that there is another person who truly loves her.

I won't despair because of this.

After Yan Qingyu met Si Yucheng, she was called away by Yan Ke's people. After she left, a smug smile appeared on Si Yucheng's face, and he lowered his head and bit a little thing on his neck.

It was put in my mouth and blew gently.

After a while, a little bird flew in from the window and landed in front of Si Yucheng.

Si Yucheng whistled and communicated with the bird, and the bird flew away quickly.

He won't surrender.

After passing the message that should be passed on, Si Yucheng grinned and said to himself: Mo Li is really cruel to take action!

The second person who received Yan Ke's letter came. Yan Qingyu looked at the middle-aged man who had met before her and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise. Why did Yan Ke meet this King Hao?

Moreover, Yan Ke didn't care that Yan Qingyu was around her. Perhaps she deliberately asked Yan Qingyu to participate.

Prince Hao finally came over when he received the letter in his hand, and his eyes were puzzled.

Isn’t Princess Li missing?

How could it be here?

"What this letter says is true?" When Prince Hao came over, he put the letter in his hand on the table. He was looking at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke casually held the letter and gently tore it into pieces, "Didn't Prince Hao believe it? That's why he came here."

"I want to see Qingxi!"

Yan Ke smiled and said, "Hua Qingxi needs to wait a while before she comes here, but if you want to see your son, you can see you!"

"Son... Cheng'er is still alive?" Prince Hao suddenly stood up, his eyebrows and eyes full of disbelief. He even looked at Yan Ke in front of him with some excitement and said loudly: "Where is my son?"

"What's the rush? It's okay to see your son. I've brought what I want?" Yan Ke's tone was very cold.

Prince Hao's face was cold and his eyes were particularly cold. "I will not hand over the things to you if I haven't seen Cheng'er."

Yan Ke waved his hand.

Si Yucheng was directly pulled out by someone. His body was covered with wounds and his eyes were closed, and he had no idea whether he was alive or dead now.

When Prince Hao saw Si Yucheng, he immediately walked over, "City?"

He held Si Yucheng's face in both hands and looked at it. It was so similar to the face of the fourth prince he had seen, but this was not the fourth prince, but... Prince Hao suddenly seemed to have guessed something, and his face changed drastically.

"What's wrong with him? What did you do to him?"

"It's nothing. Their brothers are in their grudges. You should know me. I'm never bloody!" Yan Ke's face did not change at all as Prince Hao's memory. His angry eyes trembled slightly because of this sentence. He happened to see Mo Li walking in the distance. The ruthless light in Prince Hao's eyes flashed by.

Prince Hao's hands trembled slightly. Looking at the wound on Si Yucheng's body, he said with a long time of hatred: "I will not give up."

"How dare you hurt my son to such an extent?"

Yan Qingyu was shocked.

Is Si Yucheng the son of Prince Hao?

What's going on?
To be continued...