On our wedding night, my husband changed!

"Lord Pluto, do you think I would joke with you about my master? Is this something that can be joked about? Or do you think I dare to joke?"

"Who is my master? Do you think I have the courage to do this?"

Yu Qilin looked at Ming Yan's inability to accept it, feeling proud in her heart, and endured the discomfort in her body. She couldn't show her incompetence in front of Jiang Xinrui and outsiders. She still had to save her face. Although what she did now, once discovered, her face would be completely lost.

And her master, even in death, would be ashamed of her.

The master is gone, and she did all these things because she wanted to do them, but she still considered Yan Zhuo's face. If Yan Zhuo were still alive, she would definitely restrain herself. After all, no one could control her, and she became a wild child again.

But she lost what she wanted again and again, or it should be said that she never got it. When the master was around, these people were cautious and gave Fengdu enough face in everything they did, but when she really needed it, they changed their attitude and no one really cared about her identity.

So what Yu Qilin really wants to take revenge on is everyone. She hates everyone.

"My master has a pity for passing away alone when the heaven was in peace and prosperity. The hell on that day was very dark, which made me feel that life is just so bleak..."

"You know what? Because my master is from the Nightmare Clan, if someone wants to kill him, they need very strong magic power to make his cultivation leave in an instant, so that the Nightmare cannot take shape and dissipate. Therefore, very few Nightmares can reach adulthood. Many die before they reach adulthood and never reach adulthood."

"My master was different. When he reached adulthood, he just didn't want to live anymore. He felt that life was hopeless and meaningless, so he dissipated his body. There is no wind in hell, but he was right in front of my eyes, as if he was blown away by the wind. He just disappeared right before my eyes."

"At that moment, my life also disappeared... He said he wanted to leave quietly, without anyone disturbing him, and asked you to send gifts every year. All walks of life are peaceful and prosperous, but my master's body is scattered. Is it sad? Is it ridiculous? In fact, I thought Lord Pluto knew it a long time ago. After all, he already knew what he should know. That's why I brought you here. I wanted to ask you what you meant. Why did you ask to see my master when you knew he was gone?"

Yu Qilin finished speaking, and sat on the ground in sadness, as if missing Yan Zhuo. In addition, he was already seriously injured, and his haggard and sad face did not need to be disguised. Even if he killed a lot of people later and used their essence as a tonic, it was still a drop in the bucket for a while...

Tears came naturally, after all, Yu Qilin felt really aggrieved.

"Yan Zhuo really is..."

Ming Yan was speechless for a moment, feeling low and sad. His heart felt particularly sour, as if something was pressing on him. He felt like he could hardly breathe.

I have never felt so sad. It is even more painful than when Hua Sheng and Jiang Liu were in love.

It’s not a feeling at all…

Ming Yan couldn't really explain how Yan Zhuo ended up like that. It seemed like everything happened yesterday. They had clearly fought side by side, so why did he become a spirit tablet when he came to visit today? Walking into the heart of the eunuchs, which was as bright as day, and looking at the dark tablet, there were only two words written on it: Yan Zhuo!