Chapter 1745

In this world, I can attack anyone, but... Only you!

Ye Han's words made Ye Qing's delicate body tremble again. Why? Why treat yourself like this? What does he owe himself? Or... There is an inseparable relationship between them?

"Why?"

At the moment, there was a hoarse roar in Ye Qing's mouth. She was questioning Ye Han, because she couldn't remember anything. That sword was her instinctive reaction, because the king of night, the future will be her husband, and she couldn't let Ye Han kill him!

"Because you are my sister, we have lived together for a long time. Although we are not close siblings, we are not relatives, but we are more affectionate than relatives. I know that you, once implicit, always want to cross that boundary, but I push it off to this day. Now, I regret it!"

Ye Han looked up at the sky, and the fog in his eyes seemed to have blinded his eyes. Then he tried not to let the water droplets gathered turn into drops of clear tears, falling down the temples on both sides and down the sky along his long hair!

At this moment, the young man who looked up at the sky, the young man who was filled with sadness, the young man with a hoarse and low voice, the young man with regret, his voice seemed to be roaring towards the sky.

At this moment, he really regretted it!

Once, he had a chance, but missed it!

Now, he wants to work hard, but he has no chance!

Fate is like playing tricks on the world. It doesn't cherish the people in front of it. When you want to cherish it, the people in front of you are no longer the people in front of you!

"You're mistaken. We really didn't know each other!"

Ye Qing's lips trembled. This sentence seemed to be uttering with all her strength. She couldn't bear it. However, she had to say that she couldn't find the face in front of her in her memory. She couldn't find any trace of what the young man said in front of her in her mind!

"That's because you forgot that the original you should be Ye Qing, not the voice saint of yaochi!" Ye Han raised his head and his eyes closed slowly. He was afraid that he would look at the familiar face at the moment of lowering his head and become fragile again!

"Hum, young generation, you're talking nonsense. She's the saint of my yaochi, the voice of heaven!" on the void, a cold look flashed on the calm face of the holy palace master.

"What about the voice of heaven? I only know that she is the person I have been looking for. Even if she changes her name and surname, she will still be."

Hearing the speech, Ye Qing's eyes are changing. At this moment, listening to these voices, who is she even herself? I can't tell!

Is she Ye Qing or Tianyin?

In the dark, there was a vague memory in her mind. To fill her mind, she felt that she should have lost a memory. That memory was fragmented and could not piece together a complete picture.

"Sister, even if you are the voice of heaven, today, if I can live, will you come with me?"

The head that was leaning back was still lowered after all. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, ye Han had a touch of expectation in his eyes. Ye slightly hurt him. Although he felt heartache, he didn't blame her at all, because she forgot herself.

At this moment, he wants to ask Ye Qingxin whether he is willing to follow him and leave yaochi, a prosperous and prosperous place!

Hearing this, Ye Qing's changeable eyes have a color of struggle. Every move of the young man really infected her. If it was normal, compared with the king of night, she might choose Ye Han, but

"My woman, is it you trash that you can remember? Go to hell!"

At dusk, the scene that shocked the eyes of heaven and earth emerged behind Ye Han.

Night heavenly king, this almost died in Ye Han's hand, almost forgotten existence, shot at Ye Han. The imperial sword, like a golden lightning, directly stabbed Ye Han's body from behind.

At such a close distance, with the strength of the night king, even if ye Han wants to avoid it, not to mention that ye Han, who is bent on Ye Qing at the moment, has not taken precautions at all!

Hiss!

The terrible imperial sword passed through Ye Han's back and out of his lower abdomen. That sword completely pierced Ye Han. The terrible blood flowed out of the wound in an instant!

"Ye Han..."

Seeing this, on the green leaf holy king, a terrible holy King's killing intention crazy penetrated the world. However, in front of him, there was a holy palace master staring at him coldly, and behind him, there were eight and a half holy strongmen. Such a lineup, even if he wanted to move, it was very difficult!

This scene made people in heaven and earth tremble. At this moment, two swords were inserted into Ye Han!

This scene also made Ye Qing's eyes tremble

"Night alone City, I don't touch her, that's because she is half of my life, and you should have gone to hell!"

In an instant, the violent force of terror broke out from ye Han again. At this moment, the high sword finally fell down and chopped fiercely towards the rear!

Boom!

Ye Han's immortal sword, like a stick, hit the king of the night. At that moment, the terrible force collided with the king of the night's armor, making Ye Han's immortal sword broken at this moment!

And the ferocious night king was shot away again, and a mouthful of blood, like rain, kept spraying out of his mouth!

Ye Han's tall and straight waist also seemed a little bent at this moment. The sword of the night king, even if ye Han was steel, almost couldn't bear it!

Looking at the night king who was split by a sword, there was a sense of shock in the hearts of people in heaven and earth again. The young man had been seriously injured, but he still had such terrible combat power!

However, ye Han didn't pay attention to the eyes between heaven and earth. He slowly straightened up and looked directly at Ye Qing, whose delicate body was constantly shaking. A smile barely appeared in the corners of his mouth; "Sister, I'm waiting for your reply. Would you like to go with me?"

Seeing this, the holy palace master's eyes coagulated; "Voice of heaven!"

Hearing the speech, Ye Qing's struggling eyes trembled and said; "Sorry, my future husband is the king of the night!"

Hearing this, the expectation in Ye Han's eyes completely turned into a bubble. Although he knew it might be this end, hearing it with his own ears made his heart more painful.

"Sister, in the first half of my life, I didn't lose anything except you!"

Ye Han's eyes closed slowly again. If you lose, you are not afraid, but if you lose, you really lose!