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Chapter 71 Code Name Late Autumn
Puppet Gu.

These three words made Grandmaster Changli, who closed his eyes and rested his mind but spoke impatiently, open his eyes.

He was still knocking on the wooden fish and turning the prayer beads, but his eyes were fixed on Qi Mingyue.

Qi Mingyue's eyes made her feel hairy, but she still straightened her back, she just looked away a little, and didn't dare to really look at him.

Master Changli's eyes are evil.

At first, she saw with her own eyes how those eyes bewitched that person.

She was a little nervous unconsciously.

She was so nervous that she pinched her palm fiercely with her nails, and then she calmed down a little.

"Okay," Master Changli closed his eyes again.

Qi Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief, as if her body had been lifted from the water, she almost collapsed on the ground.

"Can I take him away now? I have an urgent need, and I can't sit still. There has been no news of the person I sent to Chongzhou to kill Liu Yingzhong. I suspect that His Majesty and Qing Chuan may have already gone to Chongzhou." Qi Mingyue said anxiously road.

"Amitabha," Master Changli stopped knocking on the wooden fish and clasped his hands together, "Your ordinary affairs have nothing to do with the poor monk."

Qi Mingyue's expression changed.

She gritted her teeth and said, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be able to do anything. You promised me that you could help me with anything in the past few years! If not, we'll die. If I die, you won't be able to ask for it." good!"

Qi Mingyue's voice was a little weak.

Why didn't she know that she was also seeking skins from tigers, but once a certain road was stepped on, there was no turning back.

Can only walk one way to the dark.

She has given so much, she must get everything she wants.

"Threatening words are of no use to poor monks, and you are not qualified to do so." Chang Li didn't even lift his eyelids, and just responded to her in a neutral manner.

Qi Mingyue tightened her cuffs.

"Late autumn." Chang Li read two words.

A man dressed in black, slender and tall, wearing a black mask covering his entire face suddenly appeared in the room.

Qi Mingyue's eyes touched the figure of that person, and her heart stopped for a moment.

Eye sockets suddenly turned red.

She bit her lip and suppressed the choking that was about to break through her throat, so that she could not make a sound.

"Codename Late Autumn, controlled by Poor Monk's Life Gu, so far, the most perfect puppet Gu." Chang Li opened his eyes.

Qi Mingyue noticed that this puppet code-named "Late Autumn" also opened its eyes at the same time Changli opened them.

His eyes are almost the same as Chang Li's.

It's just that this person's eyes are deeper than Changli's.

Ink is thick ink, and green is also dark green.

It's not Changli's kind of enchanting monster.

"This pair is a substitute Gu, which can help you temporarily blind him. Remember, don't let people touch him. Once the substitute Gu dies, the poor monk will immediately take him back. At that time, you will suffer backlash. Please forgive me. There is nothing the monk can do." Changli threw a box to her.

Qi Mingyue caught the box, her hands were shaking.

"It's... impossible for him to recover, is it?" Qi Mingyue asked in a haunting voice.

"Amitabha," Chang Li raised the corners of his lips, with a half-smile, "Don't worry so much about the poisonous widow's heart."

Qi Mingyue's face turned red from being choked by him, she opened the box, and then ruthlessly scratched her palm.

As soon as the blood beads came out, the Gu worms in the box smelled and penetrated into her skin along the blood line.

After a while, the Gu worm that seemed to be drunk in her skin crawled out along the wound, becoming crystal clear like jade.

Qi Mingyue walked up to Wan Qiu, raised his finger, and ruthlessly drew a line on his palm after all.

Tears rolled down instantly.

The Gu worm that drank her blood crawled into the wound on his palm, and in the blink of an eye, the wound on his palm quickly healed and returned to its original state.

Qi Mingyue held that hand, not wanting to let it go.

That hand was obviously still warm, but the person in front of him could no longer be warm.

"You can go. For a short time, the poor monk doesn't want to see you again." Chang Li said, "I'm afraid the poor monk hates greedy people the most. Amitabha, please forgive the poor monk for saying that sooner or later you will die because of your greed. "

"Dead?" Qi Mingyue sneered, "I will not die, I will only watch others die."

After finishing speaking, she let go of Wan Qiu's hand, turned around and walked out of the wing.

When she arrived in the yard, she felt a little pull in her heart. She didn't look back, but she knew that Wan Qiu was beside her, in a certain corner behind her.

"Ma'am, you, are you okay?" Seeing Qi Mingyue coming out, the little maid was startled by her crying eyes.

"It's okay, let's go down the mountain." Qi Mingyue said.

"Yes, you go slowly." The little maid saw that Qi Mingyue was not in a high mood, so she didn't dare to say anything, and followed her cautiously.

After reaching the foot of the mountain, there is a section of path that is not too spacious, and there are often no people there.

"Stop," Qi Mingyue said.

The maid hurriedly called the coachman to stop.

The carriage stopped, and the little maid helped Qi Mingyue out of the carriage.

The coachman stood aside respectfully.

"Late autumn." Qi Mingyue called out.

Wan Qiu appeared beside Qi Mingyue.

"Ma'am, he..." The little servant girl was startled.

The next second, Qi Mingyue suddenly pulled out the hairpin from her hair, and stabbed it hard into the little maid's neck, blood spurted out and splashed onto her face.

"Lan Qiu, it's time to eat." Qi Mingyue pushed the bloody little maid to Wan Qiu.

Wan Qiu pressed her palm on the little girl's blood-spitting wound, and within a short while, the little girl was sucked dry of blood.

It fell to the ground like rags.

"Ah, ah——" the coachman was so frightened that he lost control and collapsed on the ground, unable to speak.

"He's old and ugly, his blood must be rotten, late autumn, kill him." Qi Mingyue ordered.

A dark light flashed across, and the coachman's neck was cut immediately, and he didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Qi Mingyue walked up to Wan Qiu's side, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, raised his hand, wiped it carefully for him, then raised that hand, wiped her face, and cried,
"I don't want this, I really don't want this, I just want a healthy body and a healthy heart."

"I don't care if I'm Chen Mingyue or Qi Mingyue, I don't care about anything, I just want to be like others, I can run and jump, I can laugh loudly and cry loudly, I can run after you, I can climb to that peach blossom tree Take off that kite..."

"I just want to live like that, like that."

"Do you understand? Do you understand, right? In this world, only you understand my mood, only you understand..."

Qi Mingyue's tears flowed more and more fiercely, the tears ran across her cheeks, diluting the bloodstains on her cheeks.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Qi Mingyue let go of Wan Qiu's hand.

He closed his eyes lightly, then his body softened, and he fell beside the carriage.

(End of this chapter)