Looking at Jiang Wuyou, Xu Linghe knew that his little woman was upset, since her mother whom she had been looking forward to for a long time gave her love to Han Chiyou instead. The lack of love for 200 years left a scar on the little woman. At that time, all Xu Linghe wanted was to give all his love to his little woman. He was eager to see how unparallelly gorgeous this cold woman would be wearing the dowry and how shy and charming under the wedding head cover. "Auntie, Xiao You and I are in love with each other. Would you betroth Xiao You to me?" Xu Linghe kneeled down on his knees. Wuyou looked at him in surprise. Although she had imagined the scene for tens of thousands of times, she still felt her heart touched seeing Xu Linghe kneeled down in front of her mother. The man before her always thought for her, unwilling to make her aggrieved. "How many lifetimes can I be blessed with the fortune to be with him?" Wuyou's heart was brimmed with happ

Looking at the snow tribe aroused Wuyou's memories a long time ago. Revisiting the old place, she felt everywhere here was familiar. Seen from afar, the village was indeed surrounded by the apricot forest. "Do you still remember this place, Linghe?" "Of course yes! How can I forget it? You're tender like water. I remember the first time I saw you. You were alone in the crowd, tasting the candied haw. You might be very curious about human society at that time, right? When you threw the little jade fox to the old man, I knew you are kind-hearted. I followed you all the way, and was curious why you looked so sad at the high platform, what happened to you, and why was there arrogance beyond your age in your eyes? If I can make such a woman change, how happy will I be? At that time, I knew that we would fall in love with each other. We will be always together...regardless of the time." "Linghe, it's good to be with you all the way. I'm so luc

"Come on, kill this traitor!" Xiao Yi glanced at Xiao Linggong, and then looked at Xiao Yan who was buried in the snow in the distance. He had dreamed to let his opponent die for many times, and now he finally relieved. But when the day really came, he felt a little regretful. He asked himself, "Will you spare this person?" The result was no. As a king of a kingdom, he would not spare anyone who threatened his imperial power. "Your Majesty, Xiao Linggong should be sentenced to death, but he has suffered the Haunting Ptomaine for the sake of our Fairy Kingdom. You're a sage, so please exonerate him from the death penalty." "Thank you for your kindness, Commander in Chief, but I'm willing to die." The only concern of Xiao Linggong was his mother. But the winner decided. If his father was alive, he was not willing to let his son live without dignity. "Your Majesty, you'd better kill him. As the sayin

Looking at Father on the bed, Han Chiyou held Wuyou and wailed. "Elder sister, will father die?" Wuyou placated her sister. Although Wuyou did not like Uncle Han, she also showed some respect to him since he was a man who was crazy for love. Han Qianyi could give up everything merely for her mother, which touched Wuyou a lot. Wuyou felt relieved at the fact that her mother married Han Qianyi now. "He'er." Xu Yinchang and Lin Xiaosa entered the inner room. Little Blacky stared closely at Han Chiyou in Wuyou's arms. Han Chiyou's miserable look with tearful eyes considerably disturbed him. "Senior Brother, what happened to the uncle of the Han family... Was he find just now?" The little black-haired man stared at the man on the bed, calculating inwardly that, "If I save him, that girl will fall in love with me! At that time, I am the savior of the Han family." At the thought, the little black-haired man f

The demon-suppressing pagoda flew out of Xu Linghe's hand. Layers of purple light wrapped the hall. The Spirit Power continuously rushed out to the hall, and the vicious spirits struggled to escape. Xu Linghe chanted the incantation, then the demon-suppressing pagoda worked like a sucker. Demon Aura was smashed away gradually. The magnates who had lost their mind by the spell were still tussling one another. Xu Linghe swept his Spirit Power over, but it was bounced back. "Who can have such a powerful Spirit Power?" The sun shone through the clouds. The small snowflakes on the petals melted into droplets in the sunshine. In the hall, jubilance was stained with blood. Looking at the indifferent father on the main seat, Xu Linghe confirmed that this person was not his father. Although he had a similar appearance of his father's, he was not his father for sure. "Father, although used to be selfish and ruthless, could still take care of his own