After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Chapter 126 Bury him for me
Yue Jing simply bandaged the wound on her chest, listening to Yue Huan's hoarse and broken voice, she glanced at her with a strong sarcasm in her eyes.

"Sister Yuehuan, the show is over."

It's just a dead secret guard, why be so hypocritical.

Yue Jing dragged the blood-stained long sword in her hand, and approached Yue Huan step by step.

Yan Qi held Yiqi's corpse and his shoulders shook uncontrollably, sobbing unbearably.

The tears in her eyes rolled down overwhelmingly, hitting Yiqi's face one by one.

There were bursts of water splashes.

Yue Jing walked up to Yue Huan, raised Yue Huan's chin with the tip of her blood-stained sword, and looked at her weeping pear blossom with rain on her face, the sarcasm in her eyes grew stronger.

"Pretending to be so affectionate between a master and a servant, could it be that sister Yuehuan forgot how you treated that prince Zhou before?"

"In the past five years, there hasn't been a single piece of good meat on him."

"It's just a few months, when did sister Yue Huan become such a bodhisattva?"

Yan Qi blinked the tears from the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose was flushed, as he looked at Yue Jing with hatred in his eyes for the first time.

She didn't feel sorry for Jiang Qi, but she felt sorry for Yiqi.

Yiqi died for her, which was a life debt she owed.

After coming to this world, so far, the only person she owes is playing chess.

Yan Qi tilted his head to avoid Yue Jing's sword tip, the blade was too sharp, and a bloody gash was drawn at the corner of his jaw.

She didn't move her eyebrows, as if she couldn't feel the pain.

She reached out and grabbed Yiqi's sword that fell aside, held it tightly in her hand, and looked at Yue Jing coldly, "I said, let him go."

"Since you dare to kill me, what are you afraid of?"

Yue Jing lowered her eyebrows and looked at the sword tightly held in Yue Huan's hand, and approached her provocatively.

The only person who can hit is dead, who can she kill with this sick look?

He squinted at the bloody path that Yue Huan crawled and crushed on the grass, stared quietly at Yue Huan's resentful eyes, and answered her words in a good mood, "The moment he chooses to strike me with his sword, he is doomed to die. "

The corners of Yue Jing's lips curled slightly, "Your body is about to die, isn't it?"

"Can you still stand up?"

He sneered at the weak Yue Huan morbidly, "I don't know how the emperor will feel when he sees it?"

The treasure held in the palm of Yue Jue's hand was destroyed by him like this.

It's so beautiful.

Yan Qi stood up tremblingly holding the sword, she looked up at Yue Jing coldly, and responded to his words, "If Brother Huang knows, he will definitely kill you."

Her tone was very light, as if she was stating a fact.

As long as she occupies Yue Huan's body for a day, with Yue Jue's love for Yue Huan, Yue Jing will undoubtedly die!

A trace of blood flashed in Yue Jing's eyes when he heard this, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yue Huan's jaw, "I advise you not to provoke me."

"In this way, you can die later."

Yan Qi raised his hand to break off his restraint, without a trace of fear in his eyes, "Enraged?"

Yan Qi smiled desolately, and stabbed Yue Jing with the sword in her hand, and she used Yue Huan's kung fu again.

It's all dead anyway.

Why should she listen to him?
She would rather die fighting like a chess player than to see his disgusting face showing off here.

Yuejing is so keen, she has already sensed Yuehuan's intentions the moment she drew out her sword, and he doesn't pay attention to her sickly moves like her master's.

but--

Since Yue Huan chose to be provocative, don't blame him for being rude!
Yue Jing raised her foot leisurely, kicked Yue Huan's chest mercilessly, and Yue Huan flew away like a dead leaf without any weight!

"Pfft!"

Another big mouthful of blood spit out!

Limbs and bones hurt like being crushed...

"Sister Yuehuan's blood is extraordinarily beautiful. She is indeed a woman who drank human blood and hanged herself."

Yue Jing tapped her toes and flew to Yue Huan's side, looking down at Yue Huan who was in a state of distress, her eyes filled with joy.

Not only did he inflict heavy physical injuries on Yue Huan, but he also pierced her heart every sentence.

Yan Qi endured the severe pain, ignored Yue Jing's teasing, and struggled to stand up again.

But Yue Jing stepped on her fingertips and crushed her repeatedly!
The pain in his fingers took away the last trace of Yan Qi's strength.

She fell back onto the grass, her blood-stained brows and eyes were tightly frowned, she bit her lips tightly, without uttering a cry of pain.

The sky is still stubbornly holding on to the last ray of light.

Yan Qi looked up at the sky blankly. She was not afraid of death, but felt a little pity.

She hasn't let Jiang Qi return to Da Zhou, and she hasn't saved the lives of Yue Jue and others.

But it killed Yiqi.

She has always known that she is not the savior, but just watched the fate of everyone as a spectator.

She is sad.

Compassion abounds.

When she became one of them, she was delusional.

I want to go against the sky and prevent the tragedy from happening.

Is all this futility finally coming to an end at this moment?
Yue Jing looked at Yue Huan who suddenly became quiet, and noticed something strange, "You don't seem to be curious about why I killed you."

When Yiqi snatched his scarf off, Yue Huan seemed to have already guessed it was him.

She said yes, sure enough.

Hearing the words, Yan Qi glanced at Yue Jing quietly, "Brother Three Emperors..."

Yue Jing raised her eyebrows, "Huh?"

He was looking forward to her answer.

"In Yu Qingshan, you just want me to die?"

She actually didn't know that Yue Jing would kill Yue Huan, but she just said that the man in black who was with Qingshan was Yue Jing.

She thought that Yue Jing was aiming at the throne, so she even sent a letter to Yue Jue to tell him to be careful.

But it turned out that Yue Jing's target was actually Yue Huan, a sick child who posed no threat.

Yue Jing's brows and eyes darkened when she heard this, she bent her lips and smiled nicely, "Sister Yue Huan is indeed smart, what else do you know?"

Did she say these words to Yue Jue?
"I know everything you're afraid of." Yan Qi looked at the coldness in Yuejing's eyes, confusing the audience with specious facts.

"Really?"

Yuejing's face darkened, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, and gently tapped the sharp blade with his slender index finger.

Looking at Yue Huan, "Sister Yue Huan knows so many secrets, it's better to go to hell as soon as possible."

Yan Qi was fearless, smiled openly, and said coolly: "——you will never kill Yue Huan."

Killing her is nothing but a fake.

Ah!
Yuejing scoffed lightly, "Sister Yuehuan's mouth is pretty hard, but I don't know if this bone is also hard?"

Yan Qi stopped talking and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, she heard Yuejing ask, "Do you have a last word?"

Yan Qi trembled his eyelashes, opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at Yiqi not far from the dead body.

Sighing softly: "Bury him for me..."

The corpse has a place to return, and in the next life, it may be able to vote for a good family.

Stop being a guard.

Too bitter.

Yuejing followed her gaze and squinted at Yiqi's corpse, and was rarely able to speak, "Okay."

"So, you can go on your way with peace of mind."

"Every Qingming Festival, I will burn more paper money for you."

Yan Qi raised his eyes and looked at Yue Jing who was condescending, "Farewell, I think it's dirty."

She ignored Yue Jing's slightly gloomy face, closed her eyes again, and said softly: "Hit it fast, I'm afraid of pain."

Begging to die?

Yue Jing naturally had no objection.

He was about to wipe Yue Huan's neck with the knife in his hand, and at the very moment, two sharp sword intents attacked Yue Jing!

"—Yuehuan!"

"—Huan'er!"

(End of this chapter)