Chapter 752 The Palace Master Kills Himself
Chapter 753
"He, is he okay?" Zhou Linger was stunned, rubbed her eyes, looked at him again, he still looked like this, no, she clearly remembered that when she stabbed his chest with a knife, his blood spattered three feet away Gao, his face turned pale instantly, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up, why are he all right now?
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Although you were poisoned by Dementor Powder, you couldn't help but stab Juncheng with a knife, but your body was weak and powerless at that time, even though the knife stabbed you, it didn't penetrate deep, it was just the skin. Trauma, I have given him medicine, nothing serious, don't worry."
"Really, really? Is it really just a skin trauma?" Zhou Linger was overjoyed, and stood up excitedly, not even noticing the pain in her leg.
Xia Yuanqiu nodded seriously: "Of course it's true. Didn't the person sit there? Didn't you see it too? Can it be fake?"
Seeing that Zhou Linger believed it, Xia Yuanqiu heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the pot of barbecue again, and said with a smile: "This is baked for you by your dear brother himself. How about eating something for your face?"
Zhou Ling'er nodded with tears in her eyes, and saw that Xing Fang thoughtfully brought clear water, she was so grateful that she could not speak, she just kept crying.
Since her master passed away, she and her senior brother have depended on each other for life. In order to find out the cause of Master's death and to gain a foothold in the palace, the senior brother often leaves early and returns late. Relatives, there is no one who cares about her, but today, she feels the feeling of being cared and loved again, which is 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 Palace, on the magnificent throne, Jun Ruohua was half lying on it, panting continuously, this was the last breath of her life.
Her once black and beautiful long hair has now become gray and disheveled, and her pink and moist face has also become the appearance of an old woman full of wrinkles.
Those cloudy but resentful eyes stared fixedly at the charming and innocent Xia Yuanqiu, gnashing their teeth and said: "You, you, you people, who have brought this palace to such a state, all of you will die, all of you will suffer die!"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Jun Ruohua, you still don't know how to repent in today's world, just imagine, if you don't provoke us, if you don't break our bottom line again and again, will you have today's disaster? Don't you It is still the high-ranking Palace Master Jun Ruohua, and we, after finishing our work, should leave naturally, the two have nothing to do with each other, and live in peace, isn't it good? But you, you are so ignorant that you are greedy for things that don't belong to you. The lives of palace disciples are ignored, you are not worthy to be the master of the palace, and you are not worthy to live in this world as a human being."
Jun Ruohua looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, her smile was extremely terrifying, she struggled to get up, wanted to pounce on the aggressive Xia Yuanqiu, wanted to tear off that sharp mouth that was full of eloquence, wanted to grab Hua's beautiful face Pretty face, but still powerless, unable to climb up from the throne.
She lay on the armrest of the throne, pointed at Xia Yuanqiu, and shouted: "You, you yellow-haired girl, you dare to call yourself the heir to the treasure house of the gods, you are not worthy, you are not worthy! I, I, Jun Ruohua, even if I go Even hell, I will never let you go!"
She seemed to be unbearable to suffer from the pain of leaving her body, so she raised her head and wanted to hit the armrest of the throne to kill herself.