A hint of depression flashed across Gong Jiu's face.

He ignored Su Caicai and squinted his eyes and said coldly to the abuser beast: "Together, for the sake of your helping me get so many beautiful bags, I will help you stop him. You should run away quickly and not be caught by this bitch again. The abuser beast should look like a abuser. Even if he dies, he should die freely and proudly like a beast, instead of becoming a pet kept by a mortal in a cage."

The torture beast was stunned, and the greedy crimson in the pupils gradually retreated and turned into a light water red.

She let go of Han Yumo's hand holding Han Yumo's fingers. The blood on his fingertips remained on the corners of her lips, and it was red and dripping. Her eyes were filled with alertness and fear, with gratitude: "Gong Jiu, thank you."

Gong Jiu nodded slightly and made a sudden move. He was flirting with He Yuchen, his movements were as fast as lightning, making people unable to see the moves.

The body of the torture beast flashed, and several phantoms flashed in a mess, taking the opportunity to escape and disappear in front of everyone.

When Su Caicai discovered that Gong Jiu and He Yujin were fighting, her figure seemed to be able to penetrate the real thing. Except for her, the servants in the room seemed to be unable to see them fighting, and they still knelt on the ground and shivered.

I think it was Gong Jiu who had already put a ban when he came just now.

The two of them waved their last palm at the same time, were shaken away by each other's magic power, and they took two or three steps back.

Gong Jiu licked the blood on the corner of his lips and smiled charmingly: "The aura of the abused beast has disappeared, you can go and find it slowly."

He Yujin still had a compassionate smile on his face, but his warmth was gone: "I said that I have no malice towards her."

"Oh? No malice? Then why do you think that the abuser should be grateful for your tame?" Gong Jiu sneered, "Put your false benevolence, righteousness and compassion. I am the most disgusting Buddhist practitioners who are hypocritical. They show their compassion for the people all day long, as if everyone is a pitiful person in your eyes that needs to be redeemed by you. Save it, I will not eat your own tricks. You tame your destiny to show your compassion, and it is your merits and achievements on the road to becoming a Buddha, and I am praised by future generations. But sorry, the abuser is not the cat and dog you saved in the past. You are born with abuse. If you cut your fingers and feed blood like this, it will hinder the ethics of heaven and ethics, and you will not be able to achieve success."

He Yujin smiled: "It seems that you have a lot of resentment towards Buddhist practice."

Gong Jiuleng said: "I just can't stand your arrogant attitude of despising all living beings."

He Yujin chuckled and shook his head compassionately: "Crazy...Crazy..."

His figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The scene was a bit awkward for a moment.

Su Caicai smiled dryly and said, "Master, what is your true body?"

Gong Jiu glanced at her, curled her lips and said unhesitantly: "The last mortal who saw my true body has been worn on me."

Su Cai's noodles were as colored as pork liver, and she said in a trembling voice: "It's not the one you are on now, right?"

Gong Jiu nodded, smiling in a fascinating and charming way: "That's right, does Su'er still want to know what his master's true body is?"

Su Caicai's face turned pale and she waved her hand quickly: "The disciple dares not. No matter what kind of beast his master is, he is always handsome, beautiful master who is in the eyes of the disciple."

Gong Jiu snorted, bounced Su Caicai's bright forehead, and said coquettishly: "Sweet words, smooth and smooth."

Don’t you just like this set? Su Caicai has analgesic pain and is sore and has a tight stomachache.

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The first day Yi Zhijun died.

Fu Ningyuan guarded her body without eating, drinking or talking. Only when Hao'er recited the poem would he have a faint reaction.

That reaction seemed to be called shock and pain.

For some reason, since Yi Zhijun's death, Hao'er has carried "The Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" all day and night.

The phoenix returns to my hometown and travels around the world to seek its phoenix.

The childish voice floats in the mourning hall.

It seems to be the most harsh ridicule from the old days, quite strange.

The third day after Yi Zhijun died.

According to the custom of Pingcheng, the deceased should be buried in the coffin for three days and buried in five days.

Fu Ningyuan cleared all the servants and personally wiped Yi Zhijun's face and changed his clothes. His movements were gentle, as if he was treating a unique treasure in time. He carefully carried her into the peony floating golden jade coffin and kissed her cold forehead.

Zhijun, wait for me.

On the third night when Yi Zhijun died.

Gong Jiu put a ban on Fu Ningyuan and made him sleep. Gong Jiu pushed open the lid of the coffin and looked at Yi Zhijun's frozen face. Unfortunately, he said, "Tsk tsk, this skin is very resentful, it affects his beauty too much." He approached her, "Do you have something to do to make things difficult? Is this palace relieved you of this resentment?"

The fourth day of Yi Zhijun's death.

Yan Nu once again miscarried and died. Although the adult was saved, he was deprived of his ability to be a mother.

Fu Ningyuan stayed in the ordination hall and did not visit him.

After receiving the news, he just nodded slightly and asked the butler to give some supplements.

Yi Zhijun was buried on the fifth day of his death.

The people gave their way to see him off. Over the years, Zhijun Temple has helped many beggars and orphans. Everyone is speculating that if the eldest lady of the Yi family died, the Zhijun Temple would never have the rule of three cents a stick of incense again, and would there be no Zhijun Temple in the world again?

A team of more than a hundred people, with heavy spiritual banners, paper money floating, and a sarcastic sound.

The sixteen strong man carried the jade coffin, Fu Ningyuan personally supported the coffin, and the wet nurse walked on the side of the jade coffin with Hao'er in her arms.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew over the jade coffin, and the sixteen heroes fell from place to place.

Fu Ningyuan went to place Yi Zhijun in the jade coffin with a panic expression, but saw a bloody and skinned corpse lying inside. The body was exposed with bloody flesh and white bones. The clothes were worn intact on his body, but the skin disappeared.

"No, this is not true... Zhijun..." Fu Ningyuan stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to touch it, but suddenly took it back. The heavy sadness hit his heart like a huge rock. The fine stones pierced into his flesh and blood. The biting pain filled his limbs. His trembling lips were shaking, and bloody tears flowed out of his eyes. "This is not true, my Zhijun... Zhijun is not like this..."

He obviously didn't want to believe it, but he was so sure that this unrecognizable female corpse was his wife, Yi Zhijun.

"...No!" Fu Ningyuan roared to the sky.

Like a young beast roaring in despair.

The people recovered from the strong wind and saw the scene in the jade coffin. They looked pale and frightened. They pointed and peeked into Xinmi of Yifu.

"Now your resentment should be gone, Yi Zhijun?" Gong Jiu stood behind the crowd, touched the package in his hand, and a beautiful face appeared from the gap of the package. "Seeing that he regrets this now, don't complain anymore, so you can't get married at that time."

Su Caicai kept trembling beside her, her face turned pale.

Gong Jiu glanced at Su Caicai and said angrily: "What are you shaking? It's not the skin on you."

But she once saw Yi Zhijun standing in front of her with her own eyes. Su Caicai couldn't speak.

Although she always knew that Gong Jiu would strip Yi Zhijun of the skin, and that what he was wearing was now a dead skin.

But when she saw Gong Jiu holding her skin and stroking her, she still couldn't help but tremble and was scared.

Maybe the next skin he held in his hand and stroked was her Su Caicai.

A loud voice suddenly resounded on the noisy street.

"mother……"

Hao'er struggled in the wet nurse's arms. The wet nurse dared not hurt him too hard. She was ignored for a moment and was broken free by Hao'er and rolled to the ground. Hao'er raised a silly smile on her face and shouted loudly at an unknown place in front of her: "Mom...Mom..."

He crawled forward with his hands and feet on the ground. Before he could climb a few steps, he was held in his arms by the wet nurse again.

The wet nurse said with great thought: "My good young master, don't make trouble..."

But Hao'er suddenly started crying and pointed his finger at a place in front of him: "Mom...I want Mom..."

"Hao'er never cried." Fu Ningyuan was stunned and woke up from his huge sadness. His expression was a little weird, as if the patient who had been sick for a long time happened to be a famous doctor who saw hope for life. His eyes burst out with radiance, and he was even a little nervous. He said tremblingly, "Hao'er has never only laughed, but can't cry. Why did he cry today?"

Fu Ningyuan stepped forward and hugged Hao'er, and said frantically: "Hao'er, tell Dad, what did you see?"

Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would not let it go.

Even if it was just a joke of a three-year-old fool, he would take it seriously.

There is no worse and desperate situation than now. He has no choice but to choose to believe it crazily.

Hao'er pointed his finger in one direction and cried and shouted, "Mom...mom...want mother..."

Fu Ningyuan smiled, looked at the direction Hao'er pointed, and cried tremblingly: "Gui Hao'er, let's go find your mother together."

Gong Jiu carried Su Caicai who wanted to take the opportunity to escape and said in a sweet voice: "Let's go together."

Everyone thought Fu Ningyuan was crazy now, otherwise how could he believe a three-year-old fool?

The group came to Zhijun Temple.

Fu Ningyuan stood still and asked Hao'er in his arms in disbelief: "Your mother... is here?"

Hao'er finally stopped crying and looked at the statue of Yi Zhijun in the hall and smiled foolishly: "Mom..."

The breeze was lightly delivered, the yellow cloth in the temple hall was flying, the white candles shining brightly, and it seemed to be extinguished in an instant, but in the next moment, it all ignited.

Fu Ningyuan looked at the statue of Yi Zhijun in the hall and shed tears: "Zhijun, I'm here."
Chapter completed!