From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 742
Ye Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her lips slightly, and stared quietly at Jin Zhuni with her peach blossom eyes. This woman, can she finally taste the feeling of betrayal?

Jin Zhuni noticed the pride in the little man's eyes, and she couldn't help being startled. Looking back, the medicine man she had carefully raised raised a long sword, and pierced her chest from behind without hesitation.

With a splash, the sound of the weapon piercing through the flesh was particularly prominent in the cellar. The bright red blood slowly gathered and slid down along the cold sword edge, forming a small pool of bright red on the ground.

"you you……"

Jin Zhuni glared at the medicine man with deep surprise in his eyes.

"The rules in southern Xinjiang don't pay attention to the etiquette of the Western Jin Dynasty." Yaoren said lightly, using Jin Zhuni's words, which made the woman feel humiliated, as if she was being slapped in the face!
Ye Xiaoxiao frowned, seeing the anger and shock on the woman's face, and said calmly: "Jin Zhuni, how does it taste? Our relatives were manipulated by you and had to kill their closest relatives, but you, who betrayed everyone, Everyone wants you to die, how failed are you?"

"Failure?" Jin Zhuni narrowed her eyes with a sneer, and blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

"My biggest failure was listening to Feng Junran's words, and promised him that any opponent could strike, except you! Ye Xiaoxiao, you deserved to die a long time ago!"

The woman was trembling, still pointing fiercely at Ye Xiaoxiao, even though the blood was slowly disappearing, even if the strength was gradually withdrawn, she would not give in, would not let her knees go limp, and fell in front of this woman she hated.

"Amitabha." Lianhua crossed her hands and walked forward slowly.

"Female benefactor, even so, you are not the emperor's favorite."

As he said that, the old monk waved his sleeves, and a little golden phantom gradually appeared above Ye Xiaoxiao's head. The phantom gradually became clear, and finally turned into a soaring golden phoenix, hovering above the little man's head.

"Phoenix...Phoenix..."

The woman who supported her body with the little remaining strength stared blankly at the golden phoenix hovering above her head. After a long while, she finally couldn't support herself, so her knees went limp and she knelt down in front of Ye Xiaoxiao.

phoenix?Is there really a phoenix?And it's this woman?phoenix?

"Hahaha……"

Phoenix, what Phoenix?Even Gu insects are afraid, what kind of phoenix!
Jin Zhuni looked at Ye Xiaoxiao coldly until her body lay down completely, until she gradually stopped breathing from her nose and mouth, but her eyes were still staring at Ye Xiaoxiao viciously.

She doesn't believe it, it's all a scam, she doesn't believe it!

Behind everyone, Feng Junran put away his long sword indifferently, and walked over slowly. He took the villain's plan into his heart, and Jin Zhuni, he didn't kill him. He doesn't bother to be dirty with such a person It's better to let the medicine man do it yourself.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Feng Junran suddenly wanted to laugh, he wanted to celebrate, this woman finally died!

"Go up, Fayuan, it's up to you to clean up the aftermath."

After finishing speaking, the man turned around indifferently, took Ye Xiaoxiao with him, and flew out first.

Seeing this, the medicine man pulled out his long sword from the corpse without hesitation, shook off the blood, and flew out.

Lianhua looked at her disciple and grandson, picked up Feng Yuran's corpse, walked out without saying goodbye, the bald Buddha twitched his eyelids, looked left and right, there were corpses all around.

Xiao Jin was a bit stuffed, there were still a lot of Gu worms left in the cellar, and the dilapidated corpses that had been devoured piled up together. Without Jin Zhuni's control, the pungent rancid smell followed, which was unbearable. Unable to faintly retch, the Gu worms also became blind, swimming around like headless flies, hitting the opposite wall and rushing back, back and forth, enjoying themselves.

So the bald Buddha had no choice but to proclaim the Buddha's name, and slowly began to tidy up the corpse. People like this have lived a lifetime, and finally they will be buried in the ground for peace.

Buddha's mind was all on the corpse, so naturally he didn't notice that behind him, the dead Jin Zhuni's corpse suddenly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of dark purple hard and cold eyes.

Feng Junran carried the little man out of the cellar, looked back, the floor of the entire bedroom had completely collapsed, they were standing outside the door at this moment, the blizzard outside did not know when it stopped, and the dense dark clouds had also disappeared Dispersed, the clear sky showed the kind of clear and cold blue that had been washed, and the sun hung in the sky, shedding warm rays of light.

The ground was covered in silver, and the doorway was covered with thick snowflakes. When you step on it, you can't see it below your knees.

Lianhua looked down at the thick snow, and chanted a Buddha's name: "Your Majesty, good luck, auspicious snow heralds a good year!"

The indifferent man stood indifferently, and nodded lightly to Buddha's compliment, tightly clenched his petite and warm hand, which made him subconsciously relieved.

Yes, it's hot...

Feng Junran felt a little relieved, a soft light finally appeared in his slender and cold eyes.

Yaoren looked back at the two of them, and focused on Feng Junran with his slender eyes, and couldn't help but let out a cold snort of disdain.

It seems that even if he got all the blood of this man, he would not be able to completely become Feng Junran!
At least, he will never be able to possess a real dragon...

Thinking of the golden dragon protruding from the man's head that he saw in the cellar just now, Yaoren felt a little jealous. Sure enough, life was doomed at birth.

Therefore, if you can't get it, you are destined to never get it in this life.

The medicine man couldn't help but snorted coldly, and waved his hands: "I don't want to see you any more, no see!"

After finishing speaking, the man turned around and left, stepping on the thick snow up to his knees, step by step, disappearing into this white world covered in silver.

Ye Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief until the person was no longer visible. She looked up at the man with a still serious face, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his cheek: "Are you sad?"

Feng Junran couldn't help but be taken aback by the sudden question. After a long while, the man with a cold face frowned slightly, and his beating heart suddenly clenched together.

He couldn't help but bent down and hugged the little man deeply in his arms.

Are you sad?Feng Junran, are you sad?After the Empress Dowager, even Feng Yuran died, are you sad?
The man frowned deeply, and kept tightening his arms. Ye Xiaoxiao only felt that she was about to be crushed, and she was about to be imprisoned out of breath, but she still didn't move, didn't struggle, just tightly He grabbed the man's clothes and let him vent his grief and anger in this way.

Junjun, I will always be by your side, forever...

Ye Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her lips, her expression became softer and softer, like a wisteria blooming luxuriantly and gorgeously in May.

(End of this chapter)