The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1051

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1051
“We just happen to be kind, and some monsters have been taught that they don’t hurt people, don’t hurt people, and don’t have any blood debts in their hands.
Shouldn’t it be killed?”
When the sound fell, he shook his head, and a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a poisonous poppy slowly blooming.
Yang Tian shouted: “I can’t understand! It’s really incomprehensible!”
A stream of blood splattered from the sky, splashing Jun Chouqing’s crow blue robe, he looked up and saw Qu Feng who was killing himself in midair, his eyes shattered for a while.
Qu Feng actually committed suicide here! Lin Yihan was too shocked to speak.
He fell straight like a bird with broken wings.
Chapter 1217
“Qu Feng!”
Junchouqing wailed and hurriedly flew to catch his body.
The terrifying scar on Qu Feng’s fair neck had severed the artery, and the dark red blood continued to flow out.
He was still wearing the Taoist robe of the Tianming School that day when he went down the mountain. When Jun Chouqing watched him leave, he secretly sighed that it was time to make a new dress for Qu Feng, and the cuffs were a little short.
“Master…”
There was blood in Qu Feng’s throat, and his speech was a little slurred.
Jun Chouqing, who has always been sober and rational, couldn’t help shedding tears in front of everyone’s eyes. He leaned over to Qu Feng’s lips and listened to him.
“Teacher’s own fault, bear it for himself.”
Jun Chouqing felt a bloody hand on his neckline, and Qu Feng tightly grasped his clothes with his soft fingers, as if trying to suppress the pain.
“Disciple is not filial……failed to…”
Qu Feng’s throat choked up, but he couldn’t finish the next words, Jun Chouqing felt that the hand holding his clothes gradually lost its strength and fell down.
He was like a sculpture, sitting there holding his disciple’s body for a long time, but he couldn’t come back to his senses.
“Humph!”
Lin Yihan flicked her sleeves, although she did not expect Qu Feng to be so sympathetic and decisive, but her will has been achieved, so there is no need to waste it here.
“Count you acquaintances.
Otherwise, the deity today will not let you Tian Mo sect be spared!”
Lin Yihan turned around and Yu Jian left.
Those disciples also caught up with smiles on their faces.
Because most of the disciples of the Tianyi sect are scumbags, it is difficult for such a master with a very good foundation and high spiritual power to kill himself in front of the battle, which is no different from the Tianyi sect’s vitality.
“Feng’er…”
Jun Chouqing murmured his name in a low voice, picked up the person and brought him back to the Tian Mo sect.
Instead of calling someone to deal with the funeral in time, he chose the cemetery, but took him back to his room.
“Master!”
There was a very rational disciple who couldn’t stand it anymore. He didn’t dare to imagine what Master would do, so he braved his head, rushed in, bowed his head and said, “I know that the elder brother killed himself for the sake of the sect this time. It’s good, but everyone’s heart…”
Before the disciple could finish speaking, he couldn’t help raising his head when he heard the movement, and when he saw a blood-stained one, he couldn’t help but throw it into the copper basin, and a blood flower appeared in the water in an instant.
“Um,”
Jun Chouqing put down the curtain at the corner of the bed, turned to look at him, and explained in a calm tone: “Feng’er has blood on his body, I just help him to wash up, change his clothes, and go to the ground.”
Although the disciple listened, he looked up and saw the dense needles and corners on Qu Feng’s neck in the gap between the curtains: he felt a chill behind his back, and he stood up trembling and retreated.
“The disciple has to retire first.
Senior Brother’s funeral has been dealt with, Master should let him go to the ground early for safety.”
As soon as he exited the door, Jun Chouqing flicked his sleeves, and the two door panels slammed shut.
The disciple who just went in to advise him raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, recalling the scene he had just seen in disbelief.
The wound on the neck of the master was sutured with needles and thread! It was late at night, Jun Chouqing was sitting on the slump, and Ruifeng’s eyes were not full of brilliance.
He had loose hair and was too lazy to change his clothes.
“Feng’er…why did you just leave like this?”
Chapter 1218 Leaving Qingqiu
Early the next morning, a disciple came over to deliver meals.
However, the door of Junchouqing’s house was tightly closed, and it was not until three poles in the sun that many disciples came to the door and asked the master to bury the elder brother in the ground for peace.
He just opened the door.
His lips were chapped, and he nodded with a pale face, “Okay.”
For half a month after Qu Feng was buried, Junchou didn’t think about the green tea and rice, not even a grain of rice.
As for Qingqiu at this time, Zhuo Qiuqiu spent the eldest effort to learn the secret technique from his grandmother, but it only sounded terrible, but in practice, it needed huge spiritual power and experimental support.