The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 1771

He seemed a little sentimental.

Although the memory is a bit fuzzy, Gui Hu still remembers those days when he fell into the boundless darkness.

There are always some vague pictures flashing in front of him.

In his ears, it seemed that someone was calling him constantly.

"I don't care who you are or how many people you killed, you are not allowed to die...you open your eyes..."

"If I die, you can come back to life... I can die ten thousand times... Everyone says you are a heinous person, but in my heart... you are the best person..."

That voice became more and more distant.

During the long wait that was almost desperate, Gui Hu remembered that it was that voice that kept calling him.

But when he woke up, the voice had disappeared.

That familiar voice has accompanied him for tens of millions of years.

Just find that voice... He told himself that after waking up, he must find her.

"The Tsundere Corpse?"

Xin Lin was a little surprised.

After knowing Gui Hu for so long, it seems that I rarely see him...sentimental.

"Be careful of the wind, be careful of Taichang Holy Court."

Gui Hu said angrily.

He had already discovered that Feng Xi's attitude towards Xin Lin was somewhat different.

If everything Xin Lin said today is true, that saint may not even know himself, and he will bring a catastrophe to Xin Lin.

Fortunately, his strength is constantly recovering.

He only needs to find another Heaven and Earth Spirit Devouring Formation, activate it, obtain spiritual energy, and turn it into evil energy, then he can recover his physical body.

When he regains his physical body, he will directly take the little hen away.

As for that wind breath, I will never even think about seeing her again in my life.

Gui Hu took it for granted, but he didn't know that sometimes fate was already doomed when some people met.

After dawn, Xin Lin went to Taichang Temple.

It was not Feng Xi who received her, but an eminent monk in Taichang Temple.

"Amitabha, Fengxi feels very uncomfortable today. He knew the princess would come, so he asked the poor monk to receive the princess."

The old monk was quite modest, he led Xin Lin into the temple, and handed Ma Jingtian's coffin to Xin Lin.

Although Xin Lin felt a little surprised, he didn't say much.

She probably guessed Feng Xi's identity.

Xin Lin thanked the old monk, and the concubine was already waiting there.

Yesterday, after she learned the news of Ma Jingtian's death, she worshiped the Buddha with a green lantern last night, and worshiped the Buddha for Ma Jingtian all night, her eyes were still red and swollen.

Xin Lin found a carriage and brought Ma Jingtian's coffin back.

After the carriage left Taichang Temple, the old monk went to the small courtyard to meet Feng Xi.

"To Taichangqing, the coffin has already been transported away. Why Taichangqing refuses to see Her Royal Highness, the poor monk is very sad to see the princess."

The old monk said in the meditation room.

In the meditation room, there was no response, only the sound of the prayer beads being twitched.

The old monk sighed and stepped back.

In the meditation room, Feng Xi sat on the futon.

In his hand, there were only six beads remaining, and the bead string was flicking quickly.

His brows were always furrowed.

After a long time, Feng Xi opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

He lowered his head and glanced at his desk.

On the table, there is a blank sheet of paper.

At this time, the white paper was full of a name.

"Xin Lin."

A trace of panic flashed in Feng Xi's eyes, the beads in his hand were broken, and the beads rolled all over the floor.

After leaving Taichang Temple, Xin Lin went straight to the Chu residence.

After Ma Jingtian disbanded the gang, he lived in Chu's house, and Xin Lin held a funeral for him in the house.

(End of this chapter)