"He, is he okay?" Zhou Ling'er was stunned, rubbed her eyes, and looked at him again. He still looked like this. No, she clearly remembered that she stabbed his chest with a knife, and his blood spattered three feet away. Gao, his face instantly turned pale and he fell to the ground. How could he be okay now
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Although you were poisoned by the soul-stirring powder, you couldn't help yourself and stabbed Juncheng with a knife. But you were weak at the time and couldn't do what you wanted. Although the knife hit, it didn't penetrate deeply, just the skin." It’s a traumatic injury, I’ve already given him medicine, it’s nothing serious, don’t worry.”
"Really, really? Is it really just a skin injury?" Zhou Ling'er was so happy that she stood up in excitement, not even noticing the pain in her legs.
Xia Yuanqiu nodded seriously: "Of course it's true. Isn't the person sitting there? Didn't you also see it? How can this be false?"
Seeing that Zhou Ling'er believed it, Xia Yuanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the pot of barbecue again, and said with a smile: "Your dear senior brother personally roasted this for you, how about you eat some as a reward?"
Zhou Ling'er nodded with tears in her eyes, and when she saw Xing Fang thoughtfully brought some water, she was so grateful that she couldn't speak and just shed tears.
Since the death of her master, she and her senior brother have been dependent on each other. In order to find out the cause of her master's death and to gain a foothold in the palace, her senior brother often left early and came back late, spending little time with her and staying away from her more. In that palace, she had no friends and no one. Relatives, no one cared about her, and today, she once again felt the feeling of being cared for and loved by others. It was really wonderful.
Counting the time, the old witch was probably about to die, so Xia Yuanqiu led everyone out of the space and returned to Junbao Palace.
Sure enough, in the Mingtang Hall, on the magnificent throne, Jun Ruohua was half lying in it, panting continuously. This was the last breath of her life.
Her originally black and beautiful long hair has now become gray and disheveled, and her pink and moist face has turned into the appearance of an old woman full of wrinkles.
Those turbid eyes full of resentment stared at the charming and flawless Xia Yuanqiu, gritted his teeth and said: "You, you, you people, who have brought me to this situation, all of you will not die well, none of you will die well. die!"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Jun Ruohua, in this situation, you still don't know how to repent. Just imagine, if you didn't provoke us and cross our bottom line again and again, would you have suffered the disaster you have today? Wouldn't you We are still the aloof Palace Master Jun Ruohua, and we, after finishing our work, should leave and live independently, isn't it great? But you are partial and ignorant, greedy for things that don't belong to you, and regard yourself as self-indulgent. The lives of the palace disciples are ignored, you are not worthy to be the palace master, nor are you worthy to live in this world and establish yourself as a human being."
Jun Ruohua looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, her smile was extremely terrifying. She struggled to get up, wanting to pounce on the aggressive Xia Yuanqiu, wanting to tear that sharp mouth that was so eloquent, wanting to grab Hua's beautiful face. She has a pretty face, but she is still unable to get up from the throne.
She lay on the armrest of the throne, raised her finger and pointed at Xia Yuanqiu, shouting: "You, you yellow-haired girl, how dare you call yourself the heir to the treasury of the God King, you are not worthy, you are not worthy! I, Jun Ruohua, even if you go Even if I go to hell, I will never let you go!"
She seemed to be unable to bear the pain of leaving her body any longer, so she raised her head and wanted to hit the armrest of the throne and kill herself.