The tyrant's ghost doctor concubine

Chapter 429, Mrs. Kingdee is dead

Seeing this scene, the Huang Hufa who was being held down and kneeling on the ground suddenly gave a desperate fight!He actually broke free from the shackles of the two guardians!He desperately rushed to break free from the shackles, but he didn't dare to escape. He just rushed to a huge column with all his strength, hit his head and died, his brain burst and his blood spattered on the spot.

Qiao Xueyan closed her eyes for an instant!Fortunately, she was wearing Madam King Butterfly's King Butterfly mask, even if she closed her eyes, no one would know.

Even so, she still felt very nauseated!However, when she looked at Mrs. Kingdie, Mrs. Kingdie's old eyes didn't blink, watching the law enforcement's long way to refute that Hua Qianying's face!
This whole process is too bloody!Qiao Xueyan touched the "Tianshu Bracelet" on her hand, and she really regretted agreeing to Mrs. Kingdie to help her with this terrible thing!

After the law enforcement elders finished their work and the people were dragged out, Qiao Xueyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.So far, what Mrs. Kingdie asked her to do, she finally did it.

Qiao Xueyan walked out of the execution hall where the law was enforced, and asked two people to carry the real Mrs. Kingdie back to the Holy Master Palace where Mrs. Kingdie lived together with Shangguan Ziran.

Stepping into the Holy Lord's Palace, the luxurious look in her eyes really blinded her eyes!This Holy Master Palace is the most luxurious palace Qiao Xueyan has ever seen!She has been to the Empress Dowager's bedroom, and even the Empress Dowager's bedroom is not as luxuriously furnished as the Holy Master's Palace of the Holy Master's wife.

In Nuoda's Holy Lord's Palace, the ceiling is actually inlaid with a lot of luminous pearls to form a rectangle, and the middle of the rectangle is inlaid with white crystals to form a heart shape!
When she walked into the Holy Master's Palace, Qiao Xueyan almost suspected that she had walked into a certain royal palace in modern times!There are also some crystals and night pearls used as decorations on the walls, and some famous ancient paintings are inlaid on the walls.

In this way, the brightness of a room is like the glow of incandescent lamps!Extremely dazzling, but also extremely luxurious!
However, Qiao Xueyan frowned at that oversized circular bed!The Holy Lord's wife is all alone, do you need a big bed that is four meters long and four meters wide?What kind of concept is this?

When the two minions brought Mrs. Kingdie in, Qiao Xueyan waved her out, and then helped Mrs. Kingdee to sit on a gorgeous soft couch covered with ferret fur.

"Madam, how do you feel? The three people you want to kill have all gotten what they deserved."

When Qiao Xueyan found that Mrs. Kingdie was drooping her head and did not speak, she quickly pulled out her dry branch-like hand to feel her pulse.This time, I didn't expect Mrs. Kingdie to die of anger!

"She... died!" Qiao Xueyan was stunned!She was supposed to have a day to live, but she died prematurely.Presumably, because she swallowed it in one breath, she has no love in her life, no more complaints, right?
Shangguan Ziran stepped forward, reached out his hand to her nose, and found that Mrs. Kingdie had indeed lost her breath.When she lifted her face, her face was really calm.

Shangguan Ziran let out a long sigh of relief and said, "It's fine to die! Otherwise, I don't know what terrible and cruel things she wants you to do for her. Let's leave this ghost place tomorrow! It's terrible !"

Qiao Xueyan glanced at him: "Shangguan Ziran, when did you become so timid?"

"Then don't you feel disgusted? I think you are at your limit, right? You look like you're going to vomit, and you're still stubborn?"

"Hehe! You saw through it!" Qiao Xueyan was indeed just holding on!This is not her style!
However, the so-called style probably depends on what you have experienced.What kind of environment you are in and what you have experienced, you can only understand it yourself, and it is impossible for others to empathize.

(End of this chapter)