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Chapter 350
Murongli intentionally showed a trace of pity, and sighed, "Uncle Wang is about to die, and his brain is not working well. You use Qingyao as the cornerstone of the formation, and you want to share your life with him, so you must have tampered with him , you should be half of each other, right?"

He opened his eyes suddenly, dumbfounded.

Murongli didn't show any kindness to him, and continued, "Since that's the case, then Uncle Wang, do you think Qingyao can survive now that you're dead?"

His face was completely ashen.

He, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, couldn't hold back, and spurted out a big mouthful of blood.

He was choking on his own blood, coughing desperately, in excruciating pain.

Murong Li shook his head and sighed intentionally, "I heard that Uncle Wang, you have been very romantic in your life and had many children, but those children were either sacrificed by you, or killed by you yourself and refined into the Twelve Yuanchen Formation... …Of the two remaining children, one was used by you to make a life-and-death pact with Su Yuniang for you. Just now when Su Yuniang died, the child also died for you; while the other one was made by you yourself using a secret method. Your half body, now that you die, he has to die with you—”

He smiled softly, "Look, Uncle Wang, this is your destiny. You were supposed to have hundreds of descendants and descendants all over the world, but you killed your children one by one, leaving no one left. So, you Toss yourself into a person who has lost all children and grandchildren, and no one will burn incense and burn paper for you after you die...It's really pitiful, pitiful."

Murong Zhen stared at Murong Li bitterly, couldn't hold back, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He couldn't describe the sadness and regret that came out from the depths of his soul at this moment.

If his child was killed by others, although he would be heartbroken, he could hate others, and this kind of hatred could slightly dilute the pain in his heart.

But he killed so many of his children by himself, and he killed himself as a family without children and grandchildren. He has no one to hate, so he can only bear this kind of heartache and sorrow.

His heart ached and his eyes were in a trance.

He seems to have seen the picture of himself dying in Qing Mansion but no one collects his body. The vultures in the sky will land on him and devour his flesh, stray wild dogs will come in and grab his bones, and his body will be torn to pieces Scattered in dirty and desolate corners, no one collects them...

Even if the people of the royal family would set up a tomb for him in order to maintain his reputation as a majestic prince, it would not comfort him.

Decades later, other people’s graves were clean, with sacrifices placed from time to time, and descendants to cry, but weeds grew wildly in front of his grave and covered his grave, and no one took care of it, and the grave collapsed. If no one repairs it, snakes and mice will crawl in and make nests, and he has no soul to return to...

A big mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and with strong sorrow and regret, he took his last breath.

His eyes were not closed.

He will not rest in peace.

Murong Li quietly looked at Murong Zhen's wide-open eyes, moved his fingers, and finally didn't reach out to close his eyes for him.

Just let him die in peace.

He did a lot of evil, if he closed his eyes, how could those who were killed by him close their eyes?
He turned around and stopped looking at the dead man, and walked towards She Changsheng.

Meow Seventeen has been obediently squatting on She Changsheng's palm, and when she saw Murongli approaching, she jumped over and threw herself into his arms, sighing, "Why did you die so easily? My uncle is taking revenge."

(End of this chapter)