Evil Doctor Concubine Ao: Your Highness, eat meat!

Chapter 912 I don't know, kill me!
Oh?
His identity?
Young Master Ling looked at Yan Ming who had changed beyond recognition, and felt a little curious in his heart.

Thinking back to just now, when he attacked Jun Moli, he seemed to say that he wanted to avenge his grandfather.

So who was his grandfather?
The person who had trouble with Jun Moli just now was that Yan Song.

But as far as he knows, Yan Song only has one son, when did he have...

"Wait! Could he be Yan Chongming's son?!"

Young Master Ling pointed at him in astonishment.

Yan Chongming is the son of Yan Song, the teacher they met in the Royal Academy, the Yan teacher of the Panlong Royal Academy who was killed by the minister.

Bai Pinshan didn't expect that he could guess this level?
Thumbs up in admiration: "You are amazing!"

Mr. Ling looked at Yan Ming with flickering eyes: "We should have thought of it a long time ago. The three of them are all surnamed Yan, and they have a lot in common, at least they are all fire-type spiritual power users."

It's all their fault that they had forgotten Yan Chongming long ago, and they didn't expect that he was actually Yan Song's grandson!

"But why did he sneak into your team? My brother and I have been here for so long, and we have never heard that he is Yan Song's grandson. He can't be planning since he entered Imperial College!"

Ziyan was helping to analyze it.

I have to say that what Zi Yan said makes sense.

Bai Pinshan wanted to squat down and continue to ask other questions, but was stopped by his back pain...

The body that was already half squatting quickly stood up: "Hey, tell me! What is your intention to sneak into our Scarlet Blood team?!"

Yan Ming was already scared of being beaten.

Moreover, he also took Gongqing's medicine.

At this moment, he can only obediently obey one by one.
"He asked me to do this, and I don't know what the purpose is."

Yan Ming clutched his stomach, lying on the ground, his face was not pretty.

His voice was also extremely low, as if he was enduring some pain...

"He? Who? Yan Song?"

Mr. Ling asked one after another from the side.

Yan Ming nodded: "Yes."

From this point of view, the relationship between him and Yan Song should not be very good.

Obviously they are grandparents and grandchildren, but they are called "he"?

Gongqing then asked: "Then what did you report to him, about who among us?"

Yan Ming groaned in pain a few times, clutching his stomach, big teardrops fell down his forehead: "I don't know, kill me! Kill me!!"

For some reason, he suddenly stopped talking.

Just clutching his stomach and rolling, his originally pale face has now turned into a blue and purple color.

Mr. Ling looked at Gongqing: "Gongqing, there seems to be something wrong with him!"

Without saying a word, Gongqing raised his robe and squatted beside him, pressing his pulse under his fingers.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he remained silent for a long time.

The people around were getting impatient, and Bai Pinshan asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Are you going to die? We haven't gotten to the point yet!"

If he died, they would have no way of knowing many things.

But Gongqing let go of his hand, closed his eyes and shook his head.

At this moment, Yan Ming breathed out his last breath, and passed away completely...

"Hey, hey! You can't die! Well, I haven't finished asking, why did you die!"

Bai Pinshan kicked his body with his feet.

But how can a dead person respond?

Yan Ming is really dead.

(End of this chapter)