When Ji Nuan stepped again, her feet suddenly slipped, and she fell straight forward and fell into a warm embrace. What came to her nose was the familiar smell of sandalwood, which was a breath that made her feel at ease.

The thousands of words and grievances in her heart eventually gathered into the word "master" in her mouth. She trembled and stroked his cheeks. When the belly of her fingers touched a hint of warmth at the corner of his lips, she suddenly pulled her hand back, shook her head and staggered back two steps.

Song Wangchen is here, where is Jiang Yu?

"Did you kill him? How can you kill him? He is the child of Ling Cheng and Ye Ling, ours!" Ji Nuan cried in compassion. When the severe pain came from her eyes again, red tears had already rolled down her pale cheeks, but how could this pain be compared to one ten thousandth of the pain in her heart? She was still one step late and could not stop Song Wangchen from killing her son with his own hands. Even after a thousand years, their family was still a tragedy.

Song Wangchen was so shocked that he suspected that he had auditory hallucinations. He quickly stepped forward, put his hands on her shoulders, frowned and confirmed, "Xiao Nuan, what did you say? Jiang Yu is our child, are you Ling'er?"

If Xiaonuan is Ye Ling, who is the "Ye Ling" just now? Song Wangchen was confused and believed in her identity, because when he heard Xiaonuan's voice, he would run towards her impatiently. When he saw her, he would be so nervous that he could not express his feelings, but he could feel that a floating heart finally found a place to park. But when he saw Ye Ling just now, he could not have any emotion for her. He didn't even want her to touch him, because he had nothing to do with guilt and pity for Ye Ling.

Ji Nuan heard him ask herself this, and her extremely sad heart rekindled a light of hope. She said, "I am Ye Ling, have you remembered it all? What about Jiang Yu? Do you have..."

Song Wangchen hurriedly held her tightly in his arms and interrupted, "No, I didn't kill him, I remembered everything a thousand years ago. I am Ling Cheng, a waste who can't even protect his wife and children. Ling'er is sorry! Sorry..." He kept repeating apologizing words, guilt, distress and long-lasting longing intertwined, and turned into sour tears in the center of his eyes and fell.

"Wangchen, it's not your fault, it's not your fault! None of us is wrong. Fate is just a joke with our family. It doesn't matter, as long as you are all safe!" Ji Nuan comforted him softly, and was also comforting herself. When the blood and tears fell again, she cried with joy. Fate was tragic and life was suffering, but fortunately, their family survived.

The 'Ye Ling' who caught up to him witnessed all this with her own eyes. She kept shaking her head and cried out with a loud voice: "No! She is not Ye Ling, Ling Cheng, I am your Ling'er, I am!"

She rushed forward quickly, trying to force Song Wangchen to look at her, but the raised little hand penetrated directly through his body. She frowned and grabbed his hand again, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never touch him.

When Song Wangchen heard the sound, he finally reluctantly pushed Ji Nuan away. When he held her hand tightly, he turned around and stared at Ye Ling, asking, "Who are you?"

"Ye Ling" stared at his hands in disbelief, and the ice beads sliding down the corners of his eyes kept falling on the frost ground.

When she rushed forward regardless of the situation and wanted to hug Song Wangchen, she penetrated through his body. She ran towards Song Wangchen again without giving up, but she came back again.

The tense heartstrings finally broke. She slowly squatted down, buried her entire head in her arms, and burst into tears helplessly. It took a long time for her to figure everything out.

Thousands of years ago, when Ye Ling was in danger, his father stripped half of the demon pill to heal her. Later, due to the destruction of the fox clan, she was so sad that she was dying again. Aunt Feng used the blood of the real phoenix to prosper her life. Even though she was unable to end up with the fragrance and jade damage, the deep obsession in her heart was waiting for Ling Cheng to come and find her.

Ye Ling once said: "Where Ling Cheng goes, I am wherever he goes, and the same is true for the world of the earth!" She believed that Ling Cheng was exactly the same as her own thoughts. He would come to find him without hesitation whenever and wherever he was, so when life and death were dying, she was waiting for him persistently.

After the souls dissipated one after another, because the half of the demon pill of the father and Aunt Feng's true phoenix blood were merged, and because of Ye Ling's deep obsession, she was born in vain.

She is Ye Ling's obsession, it is Zheng Ling! She was born for Ling Cheng, but she is not Ye Ling after all! No wonder Ling Cheng doesn't like herself.

"Ye Ling" raised her eyes and looked at the two people who were tightly clasped their fingers, and suddenly curled her lips and smiled. She slowly stood up and walked closer to the two people again. When she raised her jade hand, she wanted to touch Song Wangchen's face, but in the end she shook her head and stroked Ji Nuan's cheek.

"Your name is Ji Nuan, right?" she asked. She could not touch Ling Cheng, but she could really feel Ji Nuan's body temperature. In just a moment, she knew Ye Ling's name in this life and saw the little things Ji Nuan and Song Wangchen were with each other. She was jealous, but she was also happy for Ye Ling because they were one.

"Yes! I am Ji Nuan, and Ye Ling!" Ji Nuan stroked the back of her hand. The cold touch made her feel compassionate, and at the same time she clearly felt everything about the past of Zheng Ling.

After her obsession gathered into spirit, she had been parasitizing on the locust tree beside Qiankun Painting Lake. Twenty years ago, when she was reincarnated, she had already let go of her obsession with Ling Cheng. The thousand-year wait failed to make her feel discouraged and she was disheartened and the ice condenser technique was accomplished without cultivation. It was at that time that the lake with clear water and clear waves in Qiankun Painting became an ice lake, and the spirit also slept under the ice lake.

Even so, she was brought back here by the obsession that Zhiling once again developed from the future. She had broken off her love and had no relationship with Song Wangchen, but the long-lasting obsession brought her into Song Wangchen's body, forcing them to regain bonds.

So when she saw Qiankun painting, she could feel her dying situation a thousand years ago, and unconsciously touch Qiankun painting, and entered the painting, and the lost memories were gradually awakened. After being brought into the painting by Jiang Yu, it was Song Wangchen's blood that was sprinkled when he destroyed his eyes and opened the Qiankun painting by itself and sent her out. Just now, when Song Wangchen and Jiang Yu were fighting fiercely, the blood fell on the ice lake. After Zheng Ling felt Ling Cheng's breath, she woke up. When the ice lake melted, she was sucked in again, and Cheng Xiaorou and Tang Siyan who were approaching her were also pulled in.

The coldness of his subordinates gradually eased. Although Ji Nuan couldn't bear it, she finally chose to remain silent because she knew that she had remembered everything.

It is time for the spirit to disappear.

The slender red figure gradually turned into silver light, and all of them penetrated into Ji Nuan's body. She became one with her, and she finally returned to Ling Cheng's side.

The frost and fog in the dense forest disappeared in a moment, and even the trees that were cut off by the sword energy had returned to their original state. There were no broken branches and leaves anymore. Only the green mountains and green waters were full of vitality, as if everything that happened was just a nightmare. After waking up from the dream, everything would clear the clouds and see the fog and suddenly become clear.

"No, no!" Jiang Yu suddenly collapsed and shouted. He would rather believe that the wisp of residual spirit was his mother than admit Ji Nuan's identity.

He was determined to help his mother take back everything, including the love of Lingxi and Ling Cheng. He slaughtered hundreds of people because he felt that they were all a group of hypocritical villains, and he was not willing to die! He framed Ji Nuan to make Song Wangchen fall into the endless abyss of pain and let him try twice the suffering he suffered by his mother.

Jiang Yu could not bear the so-called revenge he had always called, but the person who hurt the most was his mother.

After Ji Nuan called out "Jiang Yu", she could no longer say a word. She knew that Jiang Yu would definitely be unacceptable for a while. As a parent, she and Song Wangchen owe him.

"No, it's not like this!" Jiang Yu looked at the blood and tears that kept falling on Ji Nuan's cheeks. The endless self-blame and regret torture him so much that he sweated and tears were like rain. It was as if someone threw his heart into a pot of boiling hot oil and fryed it. It hurt so much that his liver and gallbladder were broken and he couldn't breathe!

Even though Jiang Yu didn't want to believe it, he had to believe it! He should have thought of it long ago. From Ji Nuan's drinking his blood and turning into a silver fox demon. What he should have thought of when he was rescued by Ye Li was that the hatred that had accumulated over thousands of years blinded his heart. Later, the demon blood in Ji Nuan's body was eliminated, and he was confused and hesitant, but at that time Yu Man only wanted to kill him and his child. In a rage, he thought of revenge again and destruction of the people.

What made Jiang Yu regret the most was that when he stabbed Ji Nuan with his sword, she advised herself not to be enemies with her father, but he could not detect her identity at all. Although he felt heartbroken at that time, he still put her in the painting and almost burned her to death. If he could stop in time, all this would not have happened today!

The air condensed to freezing point again, and Song Wangchen frowned and wanted to speak a few times but stopped. He was already taciturn, and now he didn't know what to say.

At this time, Cheng Xiaorou, who had been standing behind several people, had already pulled out Moxiao. Her senior brother was Ling Cheng and the father of the Blood Demon. He would definitely not attack the Blood Demon again.

But she has an irreconcilable hatred with the Blood Demon. The Blood Demon is the culprit who killed his father and uncle. Hundreds of disciples in Muxi and thousands of lives who died heroically in the hundreds of sects cannot be killed innocently. One by one, the Blood Demon will be punished for his death!

In public and private, she had no reason to let the Blood Demon go. Since the senior brother would not take action again, she would let him personally execute him!

"Blood Demon, die!" Cheng Xiaorou frowned and shouted loudly, her slender figure rushed towards Jiang Yu, and the tip of the sword reached the palm of his right hand.
Chapter completed!