Zi Yan had already turned pale with fright.
Murong Qianjue's face was full of playful smiles, "Master, I have been trapped by Zongzheng Fusu for so long, I really want to thank you, Zi Yan! If it wasn't for your... Qiye, what would you do? Zongzheng Fusu!" In order to resist the poison of Qiye Naihe Grass, I mobilized my internal force again, and finally let my master break through the restriction and occupy his body! If it were him, I would not resist! Qiye Naihe Grass, right? Just find a woman to cure the poison , wouldn’t it be fine?!”
"Second...Second Lord, please, please let Ziyan go! It's because Ziyan helped you!" Ziyan's shoulders were trembling, and Murong Qianjue grabbed her neck, His face was flushed red, and the only remaining left eye was bloodshot, as if it would be exploded at any moment!
Murong Qianjue threw her out with a "slap", and knocked the screen in the distance to the ground!
The Imperial Forest Army outside Yuhua Terrace heard the movement, knocked on the door hurriedly, and asked, "Commander?! What happened inside? Do you need help?!"
The tip of Ziyan's tongue trembled, and she wanted to call for help, but when she raised her eyes, she met Murong Qianjue's extremely sinister face.
Zi Yan's legs were trembling, she tried her best to clear her throat, raised her voice, and shouted to the outside of the house, "It's okay! I'm going to do something, so don't mess around, so you can stay safe! Within seven days, obediently serve the meals Just deliver it to the door! If someone asks, just follow the previous instructions!"
"Yes!" The Imperial Forest Army outside the room responded heavily, but then fell silent.
"En!" Murong Qianjue nodded in satisfaction, "He who understands current affairs is a gentleman. Ziyan, Zongzheng Fusu doesn't like you, but I do like you a little bit... After all, the things you did, really It is very much in line with the Lord's will!"
While talking, he rolled over and got off the couch!
The palm wind passed by, easily shattering all the vines on Dongfang Jing's body.
Murong Qianjue found the medicine box from the side hall, carefully sprinkled it around Dongfang Jing's wrist to ensure that the bleeding had stopped, then took gauze, wrapped her up layer by layer, and finally laid her down on the soft bed. on the couch.
Murong Qianjue sat sideways on the head of the bed, condescendingly looking down at the unconscious and sleeping woman.
He reached out and picked Dongfang Jing's chin, and said with a slight smile, "Ah Jing, Ah Jing, we meet again."
"A... Ah Jing?!" Zi Yan raised her head subconsciously, and met Murong Qianjue's gaze in horror.
"Yes! It's A Jing! She is A Jing!" Murong Qianjue raised his head and laughed wildly, "Zi Yan, Zi Yan, why do you think Zongzheng Fusu fell in love with another piece of wood for no reason? Women?! Do you think that apart from Dongfang Jing, he will really fall in love with other women in this world?!"
"This...how is this possible?!" Zi Yan's complexion turned pale, and she was almost speechless.
"How is that impossible?!" Murong Qianjue asked with a sneer, "Yuchi Wuyou can split into three different personalities, Zongzheng Fusu, Xuanyuan Longting and I, Murong Qianjue! body reborn?!"
"No! Impossible!" Zi Yan desperately shook her head, unwilling to accept this reality! She laughed at Dongfang Jing and Zhongli Wanyun from the bottom of her heart, because they couldn't get the master's heart completely! But it wasn't until this moment that she realized how stupid she was!