Chapter 907 The Blow That Made Her Desperate

Ji Wushuang looked at the shocked look of the old goddess and felt sorry for her.

She rubbed her aching forehead.

In the end, she couldn't help but sighed, "Then what, I'm sorry to keep you in the dungeon for so long, so that you can't hear the movement outside... You must not know that the Murong Dynasty has collapsed, right?"

The old witch stared blankly at Ji Wushuang, with circled eyes, as if what she was hearing was a mysterious scripture from heaven, so she couldn't understand a single word.

Ji Wushuang pitied her even more, and silently finished the following words at once.

As for the blow, you have to give enough at one time, otherwise you just throw another bomb at the person who has just recovered, and it will blow the person to a mental breakdown.

"Also, Emperor Zichen also passed away a few days ago. These days, the King of Qin sent craftsmen and soldiers to the tomb that Emperor Zichen built half of himself three hundred miles away from the capital. Everyone worked day and night to finish the finishing work. The imperial mausoleum will be repaired in three days, and Emperor Zichen will almost be buried in the ground by then."

"……how is this possible?"

After hearing Ji Wushuang's words, the old witch staggered back two steps, with a look of despair on her face.

She has only been imprisoned for more than a month, how come the outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes?

The Murong Dynasty has already collapsed, and Emperor Zichen is also dead, no wonder...

No wonder Princess Zhaoyang is fearless, she can even tell King Qin that she is not a descendant of Emperor Ji's family...

The old witch's cloudy eyes slowly stared at Ji Wushuang and Qin Yufeng.

Now, what is she going to do?

She originally thought that she could help Princess Zhaoyang cover up the golden light of merit on her body, lest she be seen through by the witch clan people around Emperor Zichen. She always thought that she could follow Princess Zhaoyang by virtue of this ability In the future, after Princess Zhaoyang kills Emperor Zichen and makes herself an empress, she will also be able to take advantage of the opportunity to become a national teacher, recruit disciples, and carry forward the inheritance of the Wu clan that has been declining or even dying...

Nothing can be done now.

She has no effect on Princess Zhaoyang.

Thinking of this, the old goddess looked ashen, and looked at the two of them in despair, "You don't need me anymore, why are you asking me if I am a descendant of the witch clan? You don't need to cover up the golden light of your merits anymore, you What are you looking for me for!"

She had been hit too hard just now, and it seemed that her spirit had broken down a bit.

Ji Wushuang and Qin Yufeng looked at each other, and she said helplessly, "You can ask, I won't talk anymore, I'm afraid she will faint from my stimulation."

Qin Yufeng reached out and rubbed her head, chuckled, "Okay, I'll do it."

He withdrew his hand and looked at the old goddess with cold eyes.

"This king asks you, what special abilities do you descendants of the witch clan have, and why are you alone able to see the golden light of merit?"

After he asked this question, he seduced unhurriedly, "As long as your answer satisfies me, I can let you leave. If your witch clan power is useful to me, I can even let you accept it widely." Believers, let you carry forward the witch clan-"

His last words managed to calm the old witch down.

She held on to the wooden fence tightly, looked at Qin Yufeng in disbelief, and said ecstatically, "What you said is true? You came to me to ask about everything about the Wu Clan? You really didn't come here today to kill me? "

Qin Yufeng stared at her indifferently, "If this king wants to kill you, he still needs to come in person?"

(End of this chapter)

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