Allure Summoner

The corners of her mouth curled up, waiting for more than 20 years, this is what she wanted.

Although the Jun family is incomparable with the Mu family, at least they have a certain background, and it is naturally the best if they can take it for their own use without seeing blood.

"So, don't think that your life is very valuable. If you don't cooperate, I will kill you mercilessly! Do you understand? Master!"

With a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, she pressed him even closer.

Sensing her warm breath, Jun Qianchen hurriedly moved away a little, and nodded in agreement.

Not long after, the two arrived at the North Courtyard.

"Master, take my concubine to the place where my sister is buried! Then dig her grave, how about it?"

"You... aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Mu Luoying covered her mouth and chuckled softly: "Retribution? Even if there is retribution, it will be on you first!"

As she spoke, she dragged him into the north courtyard.

The cool breeze of autumn leaves added a sense of terror to the originally bleak north courtyard.

"Where's Xi'er?" Jun Qianchen asked subconsciously.

"Will she stay in Jun's house?" Mu Luoying chuckled, if she were Jun Qianxi, she wouldn't stay in Jun's house either.

Use it when you want to use it, and kick it away when it is useless.

Jun Qianchen's expression was a little downcast, and he was dying of regret in his heart. If he had known that this eldest daughter was so attractive, he should have hugged her well.

The last straw was gone, so he could only take her to the place where Situ Qianqian was buried.

Unexpectedly, the dignified ninth-level undead summoner in the human realm was hastily buried in a corner after his death.

"Jun Qianchen, you might as well throw her in the mass grave!"

As Mu Luoying said, she raised her hand and patted the corner of the wall.

The wall of the north courtyard collapsed and dust was flying.

"Mu Luoying, what are you doing?"

Jun Qianchen was startled by the loud noise, and then he roared loudly.

With this palm, will there still be bones?

"Master, you didn't feel sorry for my sister when she was alive, but after she died, she did. What are you pretending to be?"

She looked at the furious person beside her ironically, and with a wave of her sleeve, the corner of the wall that was originally covered by dust became clear.

She blasted a hole in the corner of the wall, and the corners of his clothes were faintly exposed in the dirt.

"Master, go dig out my sister!"

Mu Luoying smiled lightly and pushed the person beside her.

Jun Qianchen fell forward unsteadily, his face almost stuck to the clothes.

He jumped up in shock and quickly backed away.

A flash of light flashed, and he felt a cold touch on his neck.

"Master, do you want to dig?"

With a sword in her hand, Mu Luoying wiped his neck, drawing a streak of blood.

Under the threat of death, Jun Qianchen had no choice but to go back to the pothole, stretch out his hands, and scrape away the dirt.

He squinted his eyes, lest he see the thick bones.

His body kept trembling, but after reaching a certain depth, his fingers still didn't touch anything strange.

His eyes slowly opened, and he couldn't help screaming.

Mu Luoying stepped forward quickly, a cold light flashed in her eyes, she grabbed his skirt and said angrily, "Didn't you say you buried him here?"

"Yes... yes! But... but it's gone!"

There was nothing in the pit except a piece of clothing. It was an empty grave!

At this moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh!

Mu Luoying threw him away resentfully, and then used the sword in her hand to dig the dirt. Sure enough, there was nothing here except a few clothes.

She looked up at the sky with madness in her eyes: Situ Qianqian, are you really alive?

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