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Chapter 271 The Murderer

You can even hear the sound of a pin falling clearly. Even Qi'er, who was rolling around happily on the ground just now, stopped there. He didn't even have time to get rid of the messed up clothes. He blinked. Eyes. There are layers of ripples brewing.

What Brother Xiaojiu just said...

Is it true? Grandpa...how could he die?

The more Qi'er thought about it, the more unclear he became. With a cry, he stood up straight and threw himself into Hua Xuanji's arms. Some dirty little hands pulled hard on Hua Xuanji's body. A choking voice broke everyone's thoughts. Ye Hua hugged Qi'er heavily. With his other hand, he blocked Hua Xuanji's waist. He gave the others deep and serious instructions:

"You guys retreat first...you can go back wherever you want. Xiaojiu...you come with me." He said, holding Hua Xuanji and Qier in his arms, and quickly performed Qinggong, and ran to the horse he came from. . Use all your strength to wave the riding whip. A roar seems to be filled with all the sorrow...[

The horse's speed was even much faster than when he came. However, Hua Xuanji had no time to care about this anymore. She just sat tightly behind and hugged Yehua's waist, trying to do her best to help. Yehua calmed down his emotions.

Even Qi'er, who was always happy every time he sat on the horse, was obediently holding on to the clothes on Yehua's chest. His pink lips curled up and down. His pupils, as dark as pearls, were filled with sadness... …

His grandfather...why...

Obviously grandpa played hide and seek with him a few days ago...

Obviously grandpa promised to ride a horse with Qi'er a few days ago...

Qi'er still remembers, the first update, that when he first learned the word "death", he burst into tears. The prophet came to comfort him. Yehua had not come back at that time.

At that time, he tightly grasped his bright yellow robe with his little hands full of snot and tears. He asked aggrievedly: "Master said that people will die in the end. They will go to a place that others can't see or find. Place. Grandpa Huang, will you also leave Kai'er and go to that place where we can't find it..."

At that time, the prophet just smiled. More and faster chapters please come. He slowly leaned down and rubbed Qier's hair lovingly. Bi Yu's eyes deeply wrapped the little figure in front of him:

"How could Grandpa Huang leave our lovely Qi'er... Grandpa Huang will live for a long, long time. Grandpa Huang will also see our Qi'er grow up healthily. Then he will sit in Grandpa Huang's seat... Let everyone I will listen to you..."

"Really?" Qi'er sniffed and burst out laughing... "Okay, Grandpa Huang, let's do it..."

"Okay. Grandpa Huang and Qi'er are hooking up..."

The conversation between an old man and a young child in the past echoed over and over again in Kai'er's mind. His nose felt sore with force. Big drops of tears spewed out of his eyes, like a broken pearl. One after another.

Seeing Qi'er like this, Yehua couldn't help but tighten the reins to stabilize his body. He freed up a hand and gently wiped Qi'er's tears... His thin, pale lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes were cold. Bottomless...can't see clearly what's inside.

Feeling Yehua's body temperature, Qi'er suddenly stopped crying. His two fleshy little hands tightly grasped Yehua's big hands that were wiping his tears. His little face was still stained with tears. Lifting up, his voice still contained a hint of crying:

"Father, father... will you... also leave Kai'er and go to a place far, far away? Will you let mother and Kai'er find you again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hua Xuanji felt Yehua's back stiffen.

She stretched out her hand and patted his head as if to comfort herself or Qi'er. Hua Xuanji gave a somewhat stiff smile: "Your father has already promised his mother and concubine. He will never leave her mother and concubine again. ...Qi'er is not sad. He is not sad. Qi'er's grandpa has not left Qi'er. Qi'er's grandpa is just too tired and needs a good sleep..."

Yehua remained silent. Her cool eyes were lowered. Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks as white as jade under the sunlight. Please come to more chapters faster. Same thing. . Can't see clearly the color in his eyes.

Yehua's horse must be very good. He quickly ran to the sky prison where Ming Ruyu was imprisoned. Because there are always some bad things and crazy people in the sky prison. In order to avoid scaring Qi'er, Yehua went to the prison. He carried Qi'er off the horse. Then he lowered his body and explained carefully: [

"It's very dark inside. There are also bad women who can eat children. Qi'er, please wait here obediently for Father. Father will definitely help you bring Grandpa Huang out, okay..."

"Are you sure?" Qi'er took Ye Hua's hand and looked at the cell angrily, but didn't dare to move...

"Definitely." Yehua patted Qi'er's head and stood up slowly. He told the jailer on the side: "Keep an eye on the prince. If something happens, he will be killed without mercy."

Even if Ye Hua didn't say anything, they wouldn't dare do anything to the little ancestor in front of them. Several jailers leaned over one after another and agreed one by one.

"Then let's go." Ye Hualiang and the others did not dare to do anything. He reached out and took Hua Xuanji's hand, which was also cold due to sadness. The two of them walked towards the cell side by side.

The smell of the cell was still so unpleasant. It was full of corrosive and fishy-sweet smells, and there was also some sour smell mixed together.

If it were to be the past, Yehua would definitely not have taken a step further...

But...this time is different from the past.

Some of the mud mixed with blood stuck to the robes of Ye Hua and Hua Xuanji. The two of them had a tacit understanding and ignored it. They just kept walking forward.

The further they walked, the stronger the pungent smell of blood became. Xiao Jiu, who was standing behind Ye Hua and Hua Xuanji, suddenly walked to the front and pointed. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this is it..."

The two jailers with very ugly faces who were waiting on the side quickly opened the chains with a click and made a gesture of please. Then they exhaled loudly and retreated.

If Hua Xuanji hadn't held Yehua's hand, she probably wouldn't have had the courage to walk in.

I saw that the nagging prophet was staring blankly in Ming Ruyu's direction with his eyes wide open, and his hand was holding a dagger tightly.

However, none of this is enough to shock Yehua. He has always been the kind of person who doesn't express his emotions and anger in words. Except for showing tenderness to Hua Xuanji, in the eyes of others, he is just a piece of ice...

However, the scene in front of him made Yehua suddenly open his eyes wide. He couldn't help but hold Hua Xuanji's hand a little harder.

I saw that the left side of the prophet's chest, where the heart was, was completely hollowed out and penetrated his entire body. You could even see a few bloody blood vessels...

Who is this? His attacks are so vicious. Please come to more chapters soon. He is so merciless...

Yehua's eyebrows raised slightly. His whole body exuded a cold aura that could not help anyone approaching. The joints of the other hand hidden under his sleeve that was not holding Hua Xuanji turned blue-white. If you look carefully at the whole body When I looked at them, they were all trembling slightly.

The deep voice was filled with unexplainable majesty. Yehua's cool eyes glanced at the two jailers standing aside without mercy.

The two jailers were startled. They couldn't help but tremble. They were trembling and did not dare to look directly at Yehua. One of them even dropped the key in his hand directly on the ground. He wanted to pick it up and looked up to see Yehua's eyes. Stopped there...

The deep voice was as silent as the ice in the twelfth lunar month. There was no warmth in Yehua's cool eyes:

"You recruited me truthfully. After the prophet came in, who else came in..." [

"Let's go back to the Emperor." The young man who wanted to pick up the key couldn't bear the mental torture. He knelt down with a thud. "Your Majesty, Guard Xiaojiu came at that time. The servants all withdrew according to his order. When I went out and came back, I saw this scene. I, my servant, I was wronged, my slave..."

Seeing him like that, she knew that nothing could be accomplished. Hua Xuanji understood that Yehua was very angry at this moment... she reached out and patted Yehua's shoulder. Hua Xuanji pinched her chin and analyzed rationally:

"Ye Hua. I don't think these two people are responsible. You can see them becoming like this just by looking at them. My father is also a man with martial arts behind him. If he hadn't slacked off and gave others opportunities. I think most people can't hurt him. So I think... this person is most likely..."

Raising her eyes slightly, Hua Xuanji pursed her lips heavily. She glanced at Ming Ruyu, who was lying next to the prophet. Her white prison clothes were stained red with blood. She nodded towards Yehua.

Yehua didn't answer. He just followed Hua Xuanji's gaze and looked at Ming Ruyu.

There is no flaw in Hua Xuanji's reasonable analysis. It should be that Ming Ruyu dug out the prophet's heart without his attention, and then drank poisonous wine and escaped.

This explanation is indeed reasonable...

But why does he always feel that things are not that simple?

Just as he was about to think about it more carefully, he suddenly felt dizzy. A sweet and fishy smell spread over him. Yehua quickly shook Hua Xuanji's hand hard, and tightly grasped the surrounding cell bars with his other hand. He swallowed the ball of blood forcefully.

"Yehua, are you okay?" Hua Xuanji raised her head and looked at Yehua's face. She saw that his face had turned as pale as paper. He seemed as if she would leave as soon as she let go...

"I'm fine." He rubbed the broken hair on Hua Xuanji's forehead in a comforting manner: "I may be a little anxious. It's just that the anxiety is attacking my heart..."

Slowly regaining his balance, Yehua turned around and said in a cold voice to Xiao Jiu who was walking towards him: "Okay. First, take someone to take the body of the Supreme Emperor down and place it in front of the West Buddha Hall. Let's start with me tomorrow. Will go to vigil day and night..."

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