Fourth Lord's Black Moonlight Queen

Chapter 288

Li Jingui only felt a splitting headache,

Two lines of tears fell, she did not dare to look at the person behind her, but desperately took off the Diancui hairpin on her bun.

"Yinzhen, I'm sorry..."

With determination in her eyes, she tied the hairpin to her neck, but was tightly held by a pair of strong hands.

"Jingui, it's the Lord!"

Siye? !
How could it be him!
"Yes!"

Yinzhen turned her stiff body around and squeezed her fingers.

"I can get the relic today, he agreed."

"Master, can we go back to Beijing immediately? Have a reunion year with the children, I don't want relics!"

To ask for Cangyang Gyatso's relic is to ask for his life, she already owes him enough, how can she selfishly take his life for medicine!

"Go away!"

Su Peisheng exclaimed outside the tent, and soon there were noisy voices and footsteps.

"Not good! Monk!"

Li Jingui hurriedly put on his clothes and got up, and rushed out of the tent barefoot, only to see that the tent where Cangyang Gyatso was located was already ablaze.

"Monk!"

She was so anxious that she was about to rush into the fire to save others, but was dragged back by the fourth master who rushed there in his underwear.

"Osmanthus fragrans, there is only one relic, don't give it to him so stupidly!"

"No! Cangyang!"

"Yinzhen, let me go! Why are you so cold-blooded! He is innocent!"

There is a faint smell of kerosene in the breath, this is not a leak, it is a premeditated massacre.

Moreover, the fire was so fast and fierce, but Su Peisheng and the others stood aside, not intending to draw water to put out the fire.

She was angry and impatient, and beat fourth master's heart with her fist angrily, Yinzhen was injured, and now she was tempered by Cangyang Gyatso with an internal strength that was not inferior to him.

It is conceivable how strong her hands are at this time, Yin Zhen only felt the blood surging, and couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood for a while.

"Don't let it go! His relic son must get it today!"

"He is a dying person! One more day and one less day makes no difference!"

"You go ahead, if killing me makes you feel better! Then go ahead!"

"Osmanthus fragrans, would the poor monk marry you in the next life?"

Tsangyang Gyatso's slightly weak voice came from the firelight.

Li Jingui turned to look at Fourth Master who was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, with tears in his eyes filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry...Cang Yang, in the next life, I can be a cow or a horse, and I can turn into wind and rain to repay you!"

"No! Cangyang Gyatso! The one who wants to take your relic is Aixinjueluo Yinzhen. In the next life, you will find me to pay off the debt!"

"Hahahahaha...that's all!"

"Osmanthus, don't blame yourself, today is the time for the poor monk to cross the catastrophe!"

"This is the fate, this poor monk is the punishment of heaven, Yinzhen is just the one who obeys the destiny, don't blame him, you two have to be good, so that you can live up to the poor monk and come to this world!"

"No, monk! Even if you are dying, you cannot die by his hands!"

"Yinzhen! Let me go! Otherwise, I won't forgive you even if I die!"

"Aixinjueluo Yinzhen! I don't want you anymore! Li Jingui doesn't want you anymore! Let me go!"

"Aixinjue Luo Yinzhen! You have met many women over the years! Why put on a show!"

She provoked fourth master with all the words that could make him furious, but he only held her silently, refusing to let go.

"Whatever you say!"

Yinzhen replied calmly, although what she said did hurt him seriously.

Li Jingui looked at the tent that was gradually reduced to ashes before his eyes, and his eyes were about to burst.

At this moment, heavy snow fell from the blue-gray sky, and Li Jingui looked at the ashes on the ground with empty eyes.

"Su Peisheng! Everyone stand where they are, the master will find the relic himself!"

Yinzhen let go of Li Jingui, and couldn't wait to rush into the still warm ashes, worried that he would miss the relic, so he knelt and groped in the ashes with his bare hands, inch by inch.

Although the ashes had no flames, they still burned his hands with blisters of blood.

As if he didn't feel pain, he was still searching for the relic in the ashes.

(End of this chapter)