Portable Space: The Divine Doctor, Little Farmer's Girl

Chapter 1037 Murong Qing

Chapter 1037 Murong Qing

The strings broke.

Murong Ting's white to transparent hands were cut by the broken strings.

Several slender wounds appeared on his white hands with well-defined knuckles. Blood gushed out and dripped, dyeing his plain white robe red, as bright and eye-catching as plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Pain hit my heart.

But at this moment, Murong Ting couldn't care about the injury on his hand at all, and locked Long Yu with fixed eyes.

The explosion continued.

The woods were sweltering with heat.

The power of gunpowder is enormous, less than a cup of tea, the people brought by Murong Ting are almost dead.

A mess all over the place.

Murong Ting was sitting in the wheelchair, regardless of the injury on his hand, with a look of resignation, his hands were firmly holding the armrest of the wheelchair.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

Seeing Murong Qinjian standing next to Long Yu, he tried his best to suppress the unwillingness in his heart, and calmed down to transmit sound to Murong Qinjian.

"Murong Qing, don't forget, what is your identity, I asked you to follow the King of War Long Yu, in order to let you gain the trust of the King of War, Long Yu, in case of emergencies."

Murong Qinjian's ear pinna moved slightly, and his face changed slightly.

Of course he didn't forget.

His real name is Murong Qing, he is the second-grandson of the last emperor of the Murong clan, he is half-brother with Murong Ting, the meeting with the war king Long Yu back then was not a chance encounter, it was arranged by the Murong clan for the purpose It was to let him get close to the King of War Long Yu, gain the trust of the King of War Long Yu, and then take the opportunity to assassinate the King of War Long Yu and the Great Chu Emperor.

"Murong Qing, why don't you hurry up and make a friend? Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Murong family?"

Seeing Murong Qinjian standing motionless beside Long Yu, Murong Ting questioned him secretly via voice transmission.

"Murong Qing, if you kill Zhanwang Longyu and Chu Huang, even if our Murong family's country is destined to be overthrown, we will have Chu Huang and Zhanwang Longyu as our backs."

Murong Qinjian's right hand holding the fan suddenly moved.

When Murong Ting saw the subtle movements of his hands, a smile flashed in his eyes.

In the next moment, a red shadow flashed past like a flowing shadow, and within a few blinks, it arrived at Murong Ting's side.

Whoosh!
With a soft sound, a slender silver needle flew out from the folding fan in Murong Qinjian, and the silver needle suddenly sank into the body of the man in black behind Murong Ting.

The man in black let out an ah, and before he could struggle, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Murong Qinjian waved the folding fan casually, and the unfolded fan touched Murong Ting's neck.

Murong Ting was dumbfounded, and then his eyes erupted with monstrous anger and stared at Murong Qinjian, those eyes wished to tear Murong Qinjian into pieces.

"Murong Qing, you have turned your back on the Murong family and joined the Long family, you are not worthy of the surname Murong."

Murong Qin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly.

"Do you think I want to be named Murong? Back then, when the war was in turmoil, when I met bandits, your mother and that man gave my mother to those bandits to humiliate me in order to survive. From that day on, I despised and hated the name Murong."

Murong Ting's face was bloodless at first, but after hearing Murong Qinjian's narration, his face became even paler.

He stared at Murong Qinjian in disbelief.

"You all remember?"

Back then, the Long clan raised the flag to revolt, and the Murong clan retreated steadily. The father, who was the prince at that time, led them to escape from the imperial city. During the escape, they encountered a powerful bandit. In order to save their lives, father and mother had to fight Don't give the money around him, as well as the accompanying concubine, several concubines, and maids to those rogues to humiliate.

Murong Qing was only three years old at the time, and at the age of three, he didn't remember anything at all, and on the way to escape from famine, Murong Qing fell ill.

"Of course I remember."

Murong Qinjian's hand holding the fan tightened, and several veins popped out on the back of his hand.

Although he was only three years old at the time, his mother was humiliated in turn by more than a dozen gangsters in front of his eyes until he swallowed his last breath. Such a scene has been deeply imprinted in his heart. Whenever he dreams back at midnight, That extremely miserable picture was repeated in his mind over and over again, reminding him that it was the people of the Murong family who killed his mother, and the people of the Murong family were more hateful than the people of the Long family.

"I haven't said it all these years, it's because I'm fledgling and I can't do anything to you."

Murong Qin slightly moved the hand that was holding on to the folding fan.

There was a sharp pain in Murong Ting's throat.

"Murong Qing, what are you going to do? All these years, you have been lurking beside the King of War, Long Yu, not to help the Murong family restore the country."

No wonder he has been lurking beside Zhanwang Longyu for so long, yet he failed to succeed.

Murong Ting suddenly realized.

It's not that Zhanwang Longyu is so strong that it is impeccable, but that Murong Qing never thought of fighting against Zhanwang Longyu, on the contrary, he was waiting for the opportunity, and when the opportunity came, he would use Zhanwang Longyu's power to wipe out the Murong family.

"Hahaha."

Murong Qinjian thought his words were very ridiculous and couldn't help laughing out loud three times.

"Restore the country for the Murong family, heh."

Murong Qin had a sarcastic sneer on his face.

"You, the Murong family, are cruel and heartless. You vowed to torture and kill the people. Do you want you to torture and kill the people again after the restoration of the country? Murong Ting, back then your mother caused my mother to die tragically. It is not an exaggeration to pay for the mother's debt."

After saying that, Murong Qinjian casually waved out the folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan usually used to flaunt coquettishness is now spinning and flying around Murong Ting, turning into a sharp weapon. In just a short while, the plain white robe on Murong Ting's body was cut into more than 30 to [-] cuts.

Twenty or thirty bloody cuts gradually stained Murong Ting's plain white robe red.

This kind of Lingchi-like technique is extremely painful.

Murong Ting gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure, so he didn't let out a scream for mercy.

"Murong Qing, kill me if you have the guts."

With a whoosh, the folding fan returned to Murong Qinjian's hand. Murong Qinjian glanced at the wound on his body, and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Killing you, it would be too cheap for you. How your mother tortured my mother, how you bullied me and tortured me back then, today, I want you to pay back a hundred times and a thousand times."

Just giving Murong Ting a chance to catch his breath, the folding fan in Murong Qinjian's hand flew out again.

Every time the folding fan flew past Murong Ting, it would cut a bloody gash on his body.

Murong Qinjian retracted the folding fan until there was no more intact part of Murong Ting's body, and threw the folding fan heavily towards Murong Ting's throat for the last time.

There was a crackling sound as the bones broke, and Murong Ting's head fell down like a puppet with broken strings.

But the folding fan returned to Murong Qinjian's hand without blood.

After a while, the sound of the explosion stopped, and the masters who followed Long Yu put out the fire, and the heat generated by the explosion gradually dissipated.

(End of this chapter)