"I will take your father's head and the Four Kingdoms to return, which can offset the mistake of losing the Three Treasures. There are three less than the Seven Treasures of Ruyi, and I need to promote a new person to succeed, so I can arrange my people. Then I will become the new Mrs. Ruyi."

"You are so confident that Mrs. Ruyi will definitely pass it to you?"

"If there is another candidate, she wants one, and I will kill one. If she kills her, she can only pass it to me." In the dim candlelight, Qiu Jiang's face flickered and darkened, with her expressionless expression, like a statue of an old evil god in a dilapidated temple.

Feng Xiaoya stretched out her hand and pinched her wrist. Qiu Jiang felt that the hand could not move. He pinched her shoulder again, and the arm could not move - the whole process was exactly the same as what he had done to her last night.

She suddenly realized something and showed a look of panic: "What are you going to do?!"

Feng Xiaoya did not answer, waved her sleeves and brushed her legs. Qiu Jiang couldn't even move her legs.

Pupation technique!

He actually wanted to use pupation technique on her? What did he want to do? Twenty-four hours later, would he save her, or would he let her die in a deep sleep?

Qiu Jiang began to struggle, her eyes turned red with anger, describing ghosts: "Let me go! Feng Xiaoya! You will kill me immediately if you have a habit. I don't want to sleep! Don't sleep! Don't..." A strong sense of sleepiness swept over and her pupils began to dissipate.

Feng Xiaoya's fingers finally stopped at her heart, stared into her eyes, and asked again: "My father... did you really kill me?"

Qiu Jiang's consciousness became very blurred, but she still smiled: "Wuxinwu...I am a person with no intention..."

Feng Xiaoya's fingers fell and her breathing stopped.

"In the Asura path, there is a Ruyi fruit tree that sentient beings can enjoy for thirty-three days, but the Asuras cannot. So they tried every means to kill Ruyi tree."

"But as long as the sentient beings in the heavenly world sprinkle a kind of nectar, the tree of wishes will be resurrected."

"There are eighteen kinds of suffering and happiness, and the total number of likes and dislikes is thirty-six kinds of likes and dislikes. Add the past, present and future three lives, and there are a total of one hundred and eight kinds of troubles... But you only cooked six dishes, and there is no past, present and future."

"I did it too in my third lifetime. And you... will understand."

A tear slid out of Feng Xiaoya's eyes and dripped on Qiu Jiang's face.

At the same time, in the main hall a hundred feet away, ginger flowers bloomed one by one.

In the early morning of the first day of the first lunar month of the fourth year of Huazhen, the night in Yujing was covered with heavy snow, the cold winter was cold, the spring was coming, the mountains and rivers were inside and outside, and everything was silent.
Chapter completed!