Chapter 1195 Naturally, I miss my man more

Ji Wuxue's voice seemed to be of the same temperature as the snow outside the house.

"The blood of the people in Xuecheng is cold. This is what Master said to me."

Ji Qingcheng was silent and sighed after a long time.

"I did lose some balance with you and Shuang'er at the beginning, but in the end I made up for you. Why is the resentment in your heart still not gone, but it has accumulated more and more over the years?"

"The scars will heal. But how can you forget the pain you have experienced? Venerable, I am so old now that you have come to educate me about being a human being. Isn't it too late?"

Ji Qingcheng had no choice but to have such a cold tone and unshakable mind as Ji Wuxue, and could only persuade him to have another thing.

"No matter how Wu'er is, she will be the Saint of Snow City. Come back with her body. I think she should also want to go back to Snow City for burial."

Ji Wuxue's eyebrows finally moved.

If you look closely, you can see that her exquisite jawline is slightly tightened.

"It's not only a married daughter, but also a burial in the Nanling imperial tomb. Moreover, since she wants to help me, the best choice is to return to Nanling."

Whether it is the Nanling royal family or Ling Xiaofeng, after seeing Ji Wu's corpse, more hatred for Nan Ming will definitely erupt.

This hatred was enough to destroy the guilty and panic-hearted royal family of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

How could Ji Wuxue destroy such a good move?

"You" is too ruthless. Ji Qingcheng finally didn't say this sentence, but only said one last time: "Forget it, now, I can't stop you at all."

Ji Qingcheng's breath dissipated from the room, and Ji Wuxue lowered her eyes to the letter on the table again.

The envelope is flawless, with only a beautiful snowflake printed on it, fragile and exquisite.

Ji Wuxue raised his hand, picked up the envelope cleanly, opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper inside.

It's not a letter, but a yellow piece of paper that seems to be torn off from some book.

It says: "One of the three major forbidden techniques of Xuecheng, the spirit-eating technique of Xuecheng has forbidden techniques, which can allow practitioners to break the level by ten days and a hundred days. This technique has disadvantages, so it is forbidden. Practices will reduce half of their lifespan and extend to descendants. The descendants will have a lifespan shorter than the last generation. The characteristics are that the skin color and pupils are lighter, and the lighter the color, the shorter the lifespan."

Ji Wuxue's hand shook slightly.

The paper floated to the table.

Ji Wuxue's eyes, which were still calm when he heard the news of Ji Wu's death, finally flashed with deep doubts.

"You know. You actually know why you know and do this?" Ji Wuxue felt for the first time that she couldn't see through this "daughter" who had been in her palm for more than 20 years.

Ji Wuxue's expression gradually collapsed.

"Haha, what do you want to say to me with this page? It means your so-called desire for your mother that humans should not have, or does it mean you will retaliate against me after knowing all the truth?"

Ji Wuxue stretched out her hand and maintained her extremely delicate hand. She kneaded the worn pages hard to the palm of her palm, and then completely turned into nothingness with the ice-type spiritual power.

It seems as if as long as this thing disappears, it never disappears.

"No. I won't thank you. Wu'er, I gave you life, all of this is what you should do."

Then Ji Wuxue's man completely disappeared from the room.

The seat she had just sat on gradually shattered after she disappeared, and finally hit the ground hard.

Ji Wu's death was like snow in the snow city, sweeping across four cities and seven countries. How many people were full of resentment because of her death and were bound to seek justice for her. How many people were shocked because of her death, and for the first time they knew that a person's death could affect the pattern of four cities and seven countries.

Feng Qing and Qin Mufeng had no idea that the situation outside had been disrupted.

Because they are not only in the Forest City, but also in the Wood Dragon Spirit Wood body.

After Feng Qing chewed out all the food in the silver phoenix bracelet, he was so depressed that he started to chew peaches. While he was calculating that if he stayed like this, he would pull out the spiritual medicinal materials in the Nuwa Stone Space to chew and change his taste.

Even so, Feng Qing still felt boring in her mouth and missed the various meats that Cangzuo made in different ways.

"Seventh Master, if it doesn't work, you should wake up and throw me the food in your Silver Dragon Ring."

Since Cang Zuo followed, Feng Qing has less and less food in the silver phoenix bracelet, and in the end he has forgotten to add it. Now I really regret it.

The only one who answered her was Qin Mufeng's straight back.

"I'd have known this, I'd put more jerky inside. Although it's harder and tastes worse, it can satisfy my cravings. I miss my beef, mutton, rabbit, and pork."

Feng Qing supported her chin with one hand, and leaned against the table without sitting. Outside the window, there were mud that could be seen at first glance and golden formation patterns that would make her dizzy after taking a look at her.

Feng Qing could only pick his fingernails boredly.

"Why are you recruiting cattle, sheep, pigs and rabbits? They are living well in the forest, and are you thinking about eating other people's meat so much?"

The voice of Master Wutong sounded in the room with a little impatient feeling.

Feng Qing quickly stopped the movement of opening her mouth to chew on peaches and sat up straight quickly.

Sure enough, Venerable Wutong had sat in front of Feng Qing at some point.

"Honor. Hehe, why don't you say hello when you come?" She almost scared her to death.

"This is my residence, can't I come yet?" Venerable Wutong glared at Feng Qing.

"No, I didn't mean that. Of course you will come if you want to." Good guy, the angry Venerable can't be provoked.

Feng Qing knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly acted like a good person: "Your Majesty, can you tell me? How many days have passed?"

This place is all day and night and can’t see the time.

"Hmph. Do you know how many treasure lands are in my wooden dragon spirit wood body that spiritual practitioners want to come but cannot come? One day of practice here can be outside for three days, and you have wasted six days like this, which is equivalent to more than half a month outside. It's really stupid and stupid!"

Feng Qing, who was sprayed with a full face, could only obediently refuse and dared not defend a word.

She was afraid that her seventh master would not dare to enter into meditation because of the problem of replicating the divine formation, so she kept guarding her. But when she said this, she seemed to be a little too unbelievable to Venerable Wutong.

"Yes, yes, you are right. Feng Qing is stupid." But Feng Qing still got the answer he wanted: "Honor, you said that it has been six days. Should Master Qi be over?"

"Don't you think about cattle, sheep, pigs and rabbits?"

I can't admit it in front of you.

"Of course I miss my man more." Feng Qing said without any shame.
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