Qian Renxue sentenced me to death, and my memory was exposed before dying

Chapter 67 Grandson doesn't cry, Wushuang doesn't cry...

"Old Jack?"

On the throne, Bibi Dong's eyes were fixed,
seems to think of something,
asked sideways,

"When the memory was recalled, what was the name of the old man in Holy Soul Village?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan thought,

"Looks like it's also called Old Jack."

Bibi Dong nodded,
Said to the black armored knight,

"Notify the saint, she will be fully responsible for this matter."

"Go and call Su Yuntao over."

……

I don't know how long it has passed,
As the door was pushed open, the golden sunset glow covered the entire room,

Cover everything in it with gold.

Qin Wushuang was awakened by the sound,

As soon as he looked in the direction of the door, he froze for a moment.

next moment,
The tears finally couldn't be held back any longer, filling the entire eye socket in an instant,

Big drops fell down,
"grandfather…"

Old Jack heard a familiar voice outside the door, his old body trembled,

Just groping for the raised left leg, almost staggered and did not cross the threshold, also full of old tears,

"Unparalleled."

"My grandson..."

He trembled,
Holding the door and crying, muddy tears flowed from the blind eye sockets,

Flowing over old faces wrinkled like bark,

Drop by drop fell on Qin Wushuang's heart.

"grandfather…"

"your eyes…"

He struggled to get out of bed,
But there was a "bang",
He fell heavily to the ground.

His body is still too weak,
The long-term physical and mental torture made it impossible for him to recover in a short period of time.

"Grandson..."

Old Jack heard the voice,
Anxious in his heart, he hurriedly stepped over the threshold, holding his hands flat and trying to feel his way through.

A stool under my feet,
But he also tripped and fell to the ground.

"boom."

The old body fell heavily in front of Qin Wushuang,
Old Jack didn't even make a "hum", but kept saying vaguely,
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

"Grandson doesn't cry, Wushuang doesn't cry..."

He tried to stretch his arms forward,

He wanted to touch his most beloved grandson in his life, but he only touched the cold wall.

"Wu Shuang..."

"Wu Shuang..."

"Grandpa came to see you..."

An old and choked voice sounded in the room,

Let Qin Wushuang, who also fell to the ground, shed tears again.

He pushed forward with all his might,
Finally, he firmly held Old Jack's withered palm like a vine,

"grandfather…"

"Wu Shuang is here..."

"Wu Shuang is here..."

He spoke with a crying tone, his face was already flooded with tears, but he didn't dare to cry out.

Because he knows,
If even he collapsed, what should grandpa do?
"Wu Shuang..."

Feel the cold touch from the palm of your hand,

Old Jack, an old man who had been strong all his life, felt even more bitter in his heart.

grandson's hand,

It was always warm before, just like his spirit, it was always scorching hot.

But now,
How much torture did the grandson suffer to make his palms so cold.

His heart is sore,
The other hand touched Qin Wushuang's face tremblingly, and said bitterly,
"But grandpa, I will never see my grandson again..."

outside the door,
Hu Liena, who had just returned from dealing with the matter, saw this scene,
Can't help but look away.

this moment,
The hatred for Qin Wushuang in her heart seemed to have diminished a little.

Worship Hall.

Qian Renxue, who was wearing a gold silk stand-up collar dress, sat quietly on the futon,

His expression is neither sad nor happy,

From time to time, a golden light flickered in the eyes that opened.

At this time,

A burly figure walked in slowly, and finally stopped five meters in front of her.

Qian Renxue opened and closed her eyes, and said coldly,
"Qianjun, what do you want from me?"

The burly figure was none other than Fifteen Ton Douluo.

After he came out of the Pope's palace,

After a little bit of thinking about the thoughts in the mind of the first generation empress, I couldn't help but feel very heavy.

"The hatred of killing a younger brother is unshakable, Qin Wushuang must die!"

then,

He thought of Qian Renxue, who showed a strong killing intent towards Qin Wushuang, and wanted to form an offensive and defensive alliance with her.

Facing Qian Renxue's questioning,

Fifteen Jun Douluo stared into her eyes and said,

"I want to talk to you about Qin Wushuang."

Qin Wushuang?
Qian Renxue's expression was still icy cold, but the palms gathered under her sleeves were clenched tightly,
"What can I talk to you about?"

Fifteen Jun Douluo smiled, his eyes gradually turned cold,

"Because we all have the same goal."

"You want him to die, and I want him to die, that's enough."

But the next moment,
Qian Renxue's breathing suddenly stopped,

An icy killing intent erupted from the inside out of his whole body, directly targeting Fifteen Ton Douluo.

In an instant,
The temperature in the enshrinement hall dropped sharply, and the super powerful soul power approaching the limit Douluo surged like a raging sea,
Like a mountain, he directly pressed towards Fifteen Jun Douluo Gai.

in a blink,
Burning joss sticks in the hall of worship are broken one after another,
Even a few potted plants that were growing vigorously seemed to have experienced the change of seasons at this time, and soon withered completely.

"Qianjun, let me tell you."

"You'd better not, play his idea."

"He is mine, even if he dies, he can only die in my hands."

She paused one sentence at a time,
The voice was as cold as ice, piercing through the bones.

The oppression of the powerful soul power approaching the limit Douluo struck,
Where is it that only a level 96 Fifteen Ton Douluo can bear it,
After retreating repeatedly,

His face also turned pale.

He was a little angry,
"Qian Renxue, you..."

"Call the princess."

Qian Renxue interrupted his words directly, and said coldly.

Fifteen Jun Douluo's complexion became even uglier,

Anger boiled in his chest.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Qian Renxue continued,
Under the coercive blessing of the soul power approaching the limit Douluo, she is like a real angel,
The majestic majesty, inviolable!
Fifteen Jun Douluo felt grief and indignation,

But now the situation is stronger than people,

He could only say "No" dully, then turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, Qian Renxue continued to speak,
"Qianjun, don't let me know that you have made any small moves behind your back."

"Otherwise, I will let you die before Qin Wushuang!"

Fifteen Ton Douluo stopped in his footsteps,

The fists under the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the heart was already filled with endless murderous intent.

out of the hall of worship,
Fifteen Ton Douluo's complexion completely darkened,
"Qian Renxue."

"Bibi Dong."

"Very well, you guys are really nice..."

He turned slowly,
Looking directly at the tall and majestic worship hall behind him, his eyes are full of hatred.

"My two brothers have devoted themselves to the Spirit Hall."

"My brother even gave his life for the Spirit Hall. Since you are unwilling to uphold justice, then the old man can only use his own method."

After the words fell, he walked straight towards the Pope's Palace again.

at the same time,

A military newspaper from the "nameless town" slipped from his sleeve,

Instantly turned into powder.

……

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