The streets in Beijing were originally paved with bluestone, flat and clean.
But at this moment, on the avenue in front of Qingyunfang.
A palm print like the hand of a giant was printed on the ground out of thin air, like a pit.
The solid bluestone was dented by a full three inches, the gravel was charred black, and wisps of green smoke floated out from the pit, spiraling up to the sky.
How spectacular!
The common people, whose jaws almost dropped, screamed one after another for a while.
"What a big slap mark!"
"This... was this typed by someone?!"
"There are people in there!"
"Where is it?"
Many people stood on tiptoes excitedly, stretched their necks and looked forward, squeezing each other unconsciously.
The soldiers surrounding the long street were jostled here and there, almost unable to hold the weapons in their hands, and they were moaning in their hearts.
There is indeed someone in the palm print pit.
I saw Ji Jingyuan lying motionless in the pit, his body so black that he was almost smoking. His clothes and hair were burnt, leaving a bare back of his head exposed.
"Click..." There was a light sound.
The long sword still in his hand shattered into small and large pieces.
But Ji Jingyuan himself was motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
Dead silence.
There was deathly silence in front of the Qingyunfang gate, and only the rapid breathing and heartbeat could be heard.
Admiral Jiumen, Nangong Jin, Butler Wen and others were almost dumbfounded on the spot, staring at the "humanoid charcoal" covered in black smoke and smoking in the pit. They could hardly believe that this was Ji Jingyuan...
A move, no! Just a slap...
The Second Young Master Zuo Xiang, who was famous throughout the capital and was known as the most powerful person under King Jing, was beaten to death by Yun Luo?!
"Second brother——!!"
Ji Yaoer's shrill cry suddenly sounded, like a sharp arrow, breaking through the sky.
Everyone suddenly became excited and came back to their senses from the shock.
I saw Ji Yaoer who was too ashamed to show her face, but now she couldn't care about anything. She tore off her clothes and rolled around. She threw herself into the pit as if she was crazy. She hugged Ji Jingyuan who didn't know whether to live or die and cried loudly.<
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"Second brother! Second brother, wake up... Second brother, don't scare me! I didn't mean it... I know I was wrong, Second brother! Second brother!!"
She cried bitterly and sharply, her face was covered with snot and tears, and it was too miserable to look at.
Butler Wen was so frightened that his face turned pale, his thin body was crumbling, and he was thinking in a cold sweat:
It's over, it's all over...
If Ji Jingyuan dies, his whole family will be buried with him!
"Someone is coming! Save people quickly...save people quickly!!"
Butler Wen had never roared so loudly in his life, as if there was a mouthful of blood in his throat, and his face was extremely ferocious.
He shouldn't instigate Ji Jingyuan.
He shouldn't be allowed to target Yun Luo and take the opportunity to vent his cowardice and frustration...
Wrong!
If he had known this would happen, he should not have indulged Ji Yaoer in the first place!
How could things have turned out like this without the bonus of streaking?! He should have stopped Ji Yaoer right then!!
Butler Wen was angry, regretful, hateful and afraid.
After roaring, he even vomited himself until he spat out a mouthful of blood and almost fell to the ground.
There was chaos at the entrance of Qingyunfang.
I don’t know how many people panicked.
Admiral Jiumen felt his heart scream and fall to the ground, shattered to pieces.
He almost burst into tears, and looked at Yun Luo in a state of collapse, "Miss Third...you were too cruel! You can hit him and scold him, but you, you, you...why did you kill him?!
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Once Ji Jingyuan dies, the Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion will explode.
The whole capital is in chaos.
It's over, it's all over...
Why is his life so miserable?
Admiral Jiumen sat down on the ground, wishing he could kick his legs off and burst into tears.