You want to take my wife as your hundredth concubine?

Yu Jiuchong's eyes flickered and he nodded. However, Duanmu Yu hesitated for a moment before transmitting his voice to Bai Ye. Bai Ye, I know you have good intentions, but this is my grandfather's last wish.

After saying that, Duanmu Yu took out Duanmu yunchu's skeleton. Although Duanmu yunchu's skeleton no longer had any life force, it was still well-preserved and looked as if he was in a deep sleep.

Seeing Duanmu yunchu's appearance, Duanmu Yu felt unbearable grief. In the end, a stream of tears fell from his eyes. Even though he had told himself not to cry anymore, he still couldn't help it when he saw how his grandfather used to dote on him.

However, other than Duanmu Yu who was crying in grief, no one else in the Duanmu Hall was crying. In fact, there was only resentment on their faces, as if they were enemies!

Many people sneered as if they were mocking Duanmu yunchu for his good death.

"Hahaha, that's great!"