1342. Chapter 1342: 1342 Looking for someone at the bottom of the cliff
He lowered his head and realized that she was actually asleep. He smiled bitterly and said, "For you, I am willing to be a loser." He put her arms around his shoulders and carried her to the owner's residence.
, I felt a little tired after walking a few steps, and even the door owner couldn't carry it. It seemed that he was really old.
On the way, he asked a disciple on duty to go to Dr. Minghuo to see the master.
In the side room of the door owner's residence, after the doctor Minghuo fed Ye Yuetian a medicine to treat injuries, Qi Qu asked, "Doctor Minghuo, is it true that the door owner's madness cannot be cured?"
Minghuo shook his head, "I've tried my best."
Qi Qu's face was filled with helplessness and half-relief, "It's okay." Maybe now is the best situation. If she were sober, she would never let Qi Nuo go. She is crazy now, and he will take care of her till the end.
On the day of his death, Qi Nuo can safely marry a saint. It can be regarded as the best of both worlds. It seems that there is nothing wrong with this.
A disciple entered the room, put his right fist on his left chest, and bowed to Qi Qu, "Elder Qi, my subordinates found out that a disciple saw Jun Mo Shang injuring the sect leader. Now the disciples in the sect are spreading the word like crazy.
, the reason why the sect master went crazy was because he was drugged by Jun Mo Shang."
Qiqu asked Minghuo, "What do you think?"
"It's hard to say..." Ming Huo did not express his opinion, "Things that have not been witnessed by one's own eyes may not be true. It may not be false. Even if it is true, Jun Mo Shang, as the grandson of Ye Tianzhao, has the right to marry his grandfather and
The reason for my grandmother's revenge is also reasonable."
"When will the injustice be repaid?" Qi Qu sighed, "For decades, the sect leader has been immersed in hatred, and I don't want things to continue to expand."
"Elder Qi doesn't mean to seek justice for the sect leader?"
"Dr. Ming is joking. Jun Mo Shang is an emperor. With his ability to conquer the world, no one in the world can touch him. Who can get justice from him? Besides, you are right, he has
The reason for revenge against the sect master."
Minghuo nodded, "Elder Qi is still wise, as long as he doesn't lead his disciples to die for revenge for personal grievances." He stood up and left. Minghuo felt ashamed of the sect leader, who was such a vile and despicable woman. Because Qi Qi
I only come to see the doctor out of respect for the elders. Otherwise, I really don’t want to show up. Otherwise, I’ll just complain about my illness and not go to the doctor next time.
Qi Qu sat by the bed and watched over the sleeping Ye Yuetian, with mixed feelings in his heart. Looking at Ye Yuetian's old face sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help but reflect on whether his love in this life was not worth it.
It's been like this all my life.
There was no turning back for him.
Now, he has no extravagant hopes except that his only grandson Qinuo can be happy and live a good life with the saint.
…
Three days later, there was an abyss under the cliff.
In the distance at the bottom of the abyss, there is a river that has been frozen into ice by the severe cold. The area nearby is empty, and the uneven rocks and soil are covered with white snow. As far as the eye can see, it is a vast expanse of white.
Snow covers the ravines, and in deep places it is higher than a person's height, while in shallow places the snow reaches a person's knees.
At least a thousand guards with swords were scattered under the cliff looking for Jun Mo Shang and Feng Jingyun. Not only did the guards search with all their eyes, but they were also ordered to use wooden sticks to peel off the white snow with their hands and pile it into a pile.
people, lest their bodies would be buried in the snow and not be found.
The leader, Jun Youqi, was dressed in purple. He stood in an open place under the cliff and looked around, with heavy snow falling. A guard with a knife held an umbrella for him.
