All the Gu sect disciples looked at Jun Youqi. He stood there against the wind, as noble as a god. The smile on his face was very bright and energetic, and he seemed to have no scheming.
Yuanzi was at his master's side, respectful and courteous.
Although he was standing behind the disciples, the people on the side kept a few meters away from Jun Youqi, inexplicably afraid of his dragon power and did not dare to approach.
Yuanzi said, "My master has always been the favorite prince of the late Emperor of Qi Tian Kingdom. The former deposed prince Jun Chenghao is a bastard. The throne will belong to my master sooner or later. There is no need for my master to kill his father. Please listen carefully. Besides, this matter
, has nothing to do with everyone in the Wan Gu Sect. You should resolve the matter of how Elder Pumi died as soon as possible."
He actually felt that the master didn't need to care about how a small sect elder died. No matter how he died, it was none of the master's business.
Looking at the master's eyes that were always on Feng Jingyun, he was so nostalgic.
Not far apart, about twenty meters away, the road was filled with disciples of Wan Gu Sect. From where the master stood, he could still clearly see what was ahead.
The master is not here to meddle in other people's business, he is here to see Feng Jingyun.
It's a pity that Feng Jingyun never paid much attention to his master except for the unguessable and neither salty nor indifferent glance just now.
The disciples felt that what Yuanzi said was reasonable, and no matter how curious the royal grudges were, there was no need to show it openly. They still preferred to believe that Jun Mo Shang killed the late emperor of Qi Tian Kingdom. After all, Jun Youqi did not seem to be vicious enough to kill his father.
Instead, he felt that he would be tortured by Jun Mo Shang.
The evil one in Jun Mo Shang is as terrifying as if he wants to destroy the world!
Feng Jingyun had no intention of mentioning irrelevant grievances with the court, and withdrew her gaze before turning to the topic. Ye Yuetian sarcastically said, "After all, Miss Feng just doesn't want Jun Mo Shang to take off his mask, and doesn't want people to see it.
His evil face is really not shameful, so why bother covering it up? Once the mask is taken off, right and wrong will be judged by oneself!"
"Master Ye just wants to force your disciples to believe that Pumi was scared to death. Well, even if Jun Mo Shang doesn't take off his mask, I will tell you how Pumi died." Feng Jingyun walked under the tree.
In front of Pumi's corpse, Su put his hands on his body, pinched the bones, and looked at the color of the body. "Originally, early body spots will appear one to two hours after death. Due to the severe cold temperature, Elder Pumi died and his body was outside.
It was almost turned into frozen meat, and no body spots were visible. Elder Pu’s eyes were wide open and his mouth opened into a large circle. He looked like he was scared to death."
Referring to his eyes, "His eyes were so bulging that they were about to pop out of his eyeballs. That was because he was in great pain during his lifetime. The pain made him scream, and his mouth formed an "O" shape when he screamed in pain."
Ye Yuetian snorted, "Is Miss Feng Si lying to a fool? This place is so close to the platform where Long Huixuan rests, and there are guards patrolling not far away. Elder Ruopu really screamed in pain, the one on duty
How could the guards not hear a sound?"
The disciples realized that it was reasonable, and Feng Jingyun added, "As far as I know, there is a secret Gu in Wan Gu Sect, which has not been passed down by the previous sect masters. It is called Cloud Chuan Gu. Cloud Chuan Gu sounds like an elegant name, but in fact it is
It is very cruel. There is only one poison in this poison. The body of the poison is as hard as iron. After entering the human body, it will drill into the human body like a knife and drill, drilling into the human body, internal organs and brain to pieces.
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