Vol 3 Chapter 753: Palace owner

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"He, is he okay?" Zhou Linger stunned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at him. It was still like this. No, she clearly remembered that she was plunging into his chest and he was splashing. High, his face is white, and he can't afford it. How can this be all right?
Xia Yuanqiu said: "While you have the poison of the soul, you can't help yourself, and you have a knife to the city, but you were weak and unable to do so. Although the knife was stabbed, it was not deep, but it was leather. I have already given him medicine for trauma, no problem, you can rest assured."
"Really, really? Is it really just a skin injury?" Zhou Linger was overjoyed, excited to stand up, and the pain in his legs was not noticed.
Xia Yuanqiu seriously nodded: "Of course it is true, people are not sitting there, you have not seen it, can this still be fake?"
Seeing Zhou Linger’s letter, Xia Yuanqiu sighed and took up the pot of barbecue. He smiled and said:
This is your dear brother who bakes for you personally, how about, enjoy your face?

Zhou Linger nodded with tears, and saw Xing Fang's thoughtful end came to the clear water, but even grateful to say nothing, only blindly tears.
Since Master’s death, she and her brothers have been living together. In order to find out the cause of Master’s death, the brothers often have to leave early in the palace to have a foothold in the palace. They often get away with her. In the palace, she has no friends, no Relatives, there is no one who cares about her, and today, she once again feels the love of being cared for, really beautiful.
Counting the time, the old demon is estimated to be almost exhausted, and Xia Yuanqiu took the people out of the space and returned to Junbao Palace.
Sure enough, in the hall of Mingtang, above the magnificent throne, if the flower is half lying in it, it is constantly breathing, this is the last lingering death of her life.
A long hair that was originally black and beautiful, now becomes white and unkempt, and the pink and moist face is also the old woman's skin with wrinkles.
The eyes were full of resentment, and they stared at the beautiful and unreasonable Xia Yuanqiu. They gnashed their teeth and said: "You, you, you guys, you are not allowed to die in this way." dead!"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Jun Ruohua, when you come to this field today, you still don't know how to regret it. Imagine if you don't provoke us, don't break our bottom line again and again, will you have a disaster today? You don't It’s still the high-ranking Jun Ruohuagong master, and we, after finishing the matter, leaving it, and the two are irrelevant, each of them is not very good, but you are ignorant, greedy, what is not yours, The life of the disciple is not worthy of being a palace owner, nor is it worth living in this world.
Jun Ruohua laughed wildly, and her smile was extremely terrible. She struggled to get up, and she wanted to rush to the words of Xia Yuanqiu. She wanted to tear the mouthful of the mouthful, and wanted to catch the flower with the beautiful face. Pretty face, but always unable to get up, can no longer climb up from the throne.
She kneels on the arm of the throne and raises her finger at Xia Yuanqiu. She said, "You, you are a yellow-haired girl. You can also claim to be the heir to the treasure house of the gods. You are not worthy. You are not worthy! I, if I spend, I will go. Hell, I will never let you go!"
She seems to be unbearably tortured by the pain of being out of the body. She raised her head and tried to hit the handrail of the throne. (Chongqing Book Factory)