"Pa—" He kicked Zhang Qianrou hard on the face and pushed her down.
Mud and gravel filled her entire mouth, and the man continued to crush her head, saying with great disgust: "You guy, are you qualified to call Miss Ninth's name?"
"Damn it, shut up!"
"It's an insult to say this name from your mouth!"
…
There was deep contempt in the voices of these people. They were not trying to humiliate Zhang Qianrou, but they were expressing contempt as if they were stating facts!
It was as if Zhang Qianrou was not even qualified to say Lu Jiuque's name!
"Hmm, um... Not bad, this guy is still perfect, hahaha, I didn't see it, he is already fifty or sixty years old, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, it feels so good! Hahaha! Hurry up and play, and play with me when you're done!"
"What's the rush!"
…
Not qualified
Zhang Qianrou was in a daze as she felt the movement that pushed the pain in her body to the extreme.
Because even if her internal organs were displaced, even if all her bones were broken, even if thousands of arrows pierced her body... none of these could compare to the pain in her heart.
She was supposed to enjoy the worship and admiration of everyone just like Lu Jiuque, so why did she end up in such a situation.
Her dignity was crushed into the mud, and her pride was completely crushed to ashes.
Her glorious future, her wealth and splendor, her endless glory!
Everything is gone...
No more!
"Ahh-"
She let out a heart-piercing scream and struggled wildly, asking over and over again in her mind.
Who is this guy? !
This person is like the lowest slave, who is being manipulated under him
Is this... what she looks like? !
No…
This is not her!
This is not her! !
no-
Just when everyone was riding on the two of them and the girl was laughing continuously, no one noticed the tears falling from the corners of Zhang Qianrou's eyes.
"Bang—"
There was an earth-shattering explosion!
The blood mist swept out of the sky, and whether it was Ni Shaoyao, Zhang Qianrou or those people in the Four Realms City who had ridden on them and wanted to show off their evil, they were all turned into fragmented pieces of flesh, bloody remains, and dead eyes. Lament slowly filled the air.
Clusters of thick flowers are in full bloom.
Life reaches its end at this moment, blooming into the most charming splendor in the cruelest way.
But no one can see all this anymore.
Zhang Qianrou used self-destruction to let herself and the countless people who died to protect the Four Realms City, and the countless heroic spirits who were buried here in the past, sleep here forever.
…
"What a pity..." A sigh sounded slowly from the sky, and the speaker was Liang Ziyi who had left and returned.
It seemed that Liang Ziyi wanted to save Zhang Qianrou.
Some people curled their lips and said, "Master, what's the pity? This person lost to Lu Jiuque. His alchemy skills are not as good as Lu Jiuque's. He is a defective product! If you must accept a disciple, you should look for Lu Jiuque!"
Liang Ziyi was angry, slapped the man on the head, and shouted angrily: "You know what the hell! Can someone like Lu Jiuque be your junior sister? Can you?! You want me to be your master until I grow old?" Can't we all have peace? You want to kill me!"
He can guarantee that wherever this Lu Jiuque goes, there will be bloody storms. No matter how talented a person like this is, he will never do it!
He is here for talents, not for trouble!