Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 245 It's Xiao Jiu's corpse!

"Grandmother." Fu Lingcheng called out, seeing the old lady like this, her heart ached: "Little Jiu'er is indeed..."

"What is it?"

The old lady became excited, and her voice was sharp: "Say it!"

Naturally, Fu Lingcheng couldn't bear it, but when he thought of what Song Chen said, he had to calm down and said coldly: "It's been five days and five nights, and I'm afraid Xiao Jiu'er is really dead!"

Snapped--

A crisp applause sounded.

The old lady slapped Fu Lingcheng hard on the face, and she stared at Fu Lingcheng viciously, her eyes cracked.

"She's your sister."

"You want her to die!!!"

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er, you really let me down!"

The old lady looked at Fu Lingcheng disappointedly.

The slap marks on Fu Lingcheng's face were very obvious, and he didn't care about it. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Grandmother, grandson dare not lie to you, Xiao Jiu'er is indeed..."

Zhao Yanqiu shook his head at him, preventing him from continuing.

"Old madam." She held the old madam's hand, comforting softly: "Don't get excited, Xiao Jiu'er is your sweetheart, Cheng'er is not your grandson."

"I know that you have raised Xiao Jiuer by your side since childhood, and you have put in too much effort."

"But Xiao Jiu is also Cheng'er's biological sister, how could he be willing to let Xiao Jiu have an accident?"

"No, it's impossible, you must be lying to me!" The old lady brushed Zhao Yanqiu's hand away, and roared hoarsely: "Xiao Jiuer won't die! How could she be willing to abandon me?"

Her little Jiu'er said that she would be filial to her for the rest of her life.

"Old madam, we don't want to see something happen to Xiaojiu, but..." Zhao Yanqiu's eyes were red, and he bit his lower lip and said in a hoarse voice: "It's powerless..."

The old lady was stunned.

After a while, she lowered her head, shaking her head and muttering.

"No, no..."

She never believed that Fu Yuejun, the proud daughter of heaven, would die like this.

"Grandmother, the person sent by my grandson has returned. He said that Xiao Jiu's clothes were found in a cave at the bottom of the cliff, and there were still..."

When Fu Lingcheng said this, he raised his eyes to look at the old lady, and a look of unbearableness flashed across his eyes.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

open.

Lifting his lips, he said word by word: "There are still some wreckage on the ground, presumably they are Xiao Jiu's bones!"

"what--"

The old lady let out a long roar.

then.

She leaned forward and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Old lady!"

"grandmother!"

Fu Lingcheng wanted to go up to help the old lady, but he stretched his hand halfway, and then stopped abruptly.

He pursed his lips and said cruelly: "Grandmother, we can't let Xiao Jiu live outside. I have brought her body back. Let's let Xiao Jiu go to the ground as soon as possible."

"I'm safe in the ground..."

The old lady muttered these four words, her eyes were bloodshot.

My heart felt like it was torn apart by something.

Her darling has already started to pull away from her heart, and her heart aches terribly.

Zhao Yanqiu said in a deep voice at the side: "Old lady, Fusang people are watching like a tiger, only at Xiao Jiu'er's funeral can we bring them down and kill our enemies!"

"They are the enemies of the Qing Dynasty and the Fucha family."

"Can't let them go!"

Only by saying this can the old lady be moved.

"Yes..." The old lady's eyes were blinded by blood, and she persistently babbled: "They are the enemies who killed Xiaojiu and the Fucha family. We must not let them go..."

(End of this chapter)