The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

After feeling Pang Wenkui's breath and pulse, Chen Xiangyin walked out of the ward in a daze.

In her sight, a double image appeared in the long corridor, and Qing Juan's tall figure ran towards her gracefully.

He Chongtian didn't stop beside her, like a gust of wind passing by, he rushed straight into the ward.

After seeing Pang Wenkui lying on the ground, he rushed forward to confirm.

Then his eyes darkened, he lost consciousness for a moment, leaned against the wall with his shoulders slumped, took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it.

The smoke moved up slightly from his fingertips, but he didn't smoke and looked steadily out the window.

He Chongtian's throat was a little dry. He pulled hard on his collar and spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "Agarwood Yin."

Chen Xiangyin's face was a little pale, and he walked up to him with uncertain steps, keeping a certain distance.

"sorry."

He Chongtian's body trembled slightly, and what he was most worried about happened.

Not giving up, he asked in a low voice: "Didn't you ask anything?"

Chen Xiangyin felt that his throat was pinched tightly and he was suffocating. After a while, he replied without confidence: "No."

"Yeah." He Chongtian tilted his lowered head and looked straight at her, with complicated emotions in his eyes, "I don't blame you, he died too quickly."

Agarwood's chest felt even more stuffy. At this moment, the towering crane looked like a building that was about to collapse, or like a flood that was about to be stopped by a 100-meter dam.

After he said this, he suddenly laughed, turned his face away from her, took a deep breath from the cigarette, and the long ash fell off and scattered on the toes of his shoes.

Chen Xiangyin knew what he was laughing at. He didn't blame her, but of course he blamed himself. He blamed himself for giving up his only opportunity to others, and turned around to comfort her.

She couldn't do it if she were him.

He Chongtian probably couldn't figure out why he was like this.

More and more people poured into the ward, and Pang Xianshun cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf: Grandpa, grandpa.

Pang Wenkui died on the ground in a kneeling position.

A crowd of people gathered around Agarwood to ask for an explanation.

"What did you do to Lao Longtou?"

"Lao Pang left in such a disgraceful manner! We can't let her go!"

There were also medical staff who kept urging the crane to reach the sky.

"Sir! Smoking is not allowed here!"

Xuan Guo confronts the person who pulled Chen Xiang Yin.

"Let go! Believe it or not, I will predict your fate!"

"Let go! If you touch it again, black smoke will emit from your ancestral grave!"

"Try moving again? I'll make you choke on water for the rest of your life!"

Chen Xiangqin's ears were ringing and she had a splitting headache. She saw He Tongtian's brows frowning deeper and deeper, and he flicked the cigarette butt on the ground with all his strength, causing sparks to fly.

He clenched his back molars, his jawline stretched sharply, pushed everyone away with great violence, hugged her and left.

The body temperature behind her was still as hot, but the feeling was different. At this time, the crane was so hot that it made her feel tormented.

It's her who feels guilty, not him.

No one dared to stop him with his sky-high pressure and eyes as cold as daggers.

In the relatively quiet corridor, Chen Xiangyin did not dare to look at the crane as he glanced up and down, as if scrutinizing.

It took him a long time before he spoke again, "What important thing did Pang Wenkui say to you?"

Chen Xiangyin thought for a moment, "He just kept apologizing to me."

"Apologise for what?" He Chongtian stared into her eyes, his gloomy voice hoarse.

Agarwood could not be induced to talk. She was treated like a pig or a dog and was abused by countless men and women for twelve years.

What Pang Wenkui did to her was not just gouging out her heart.

They tried their best to explore the secret of immortality from her and squeezed everything out of her.

After a long silence, He Chongtian's voice was unusually low, with a hint of joking, "Can't you say it?"

"Yeah." Chen Xiang lowered his eyes and nodded.

She couldn't look directly into his eyes, and after hearing his heavy breath, she said, "What is the secret you don't want me to know?"

He Chongtian was anxious and lost his mind at the moment, thinking that even if he gained some trust, he might feel better. Chen Xiangyin kept his head lowered, not saying a word. His delicately curved lips, like ripe berries, had always fascinated him, but now he looked a little disgusted.

Annoying silence.

"You can't say that, right?"

"Yeah." Chen Xiang's nasal voice was a little thick, and then she shed a series of tears, which fell on the floor.

He Chongtian panicked, but he didn't question her or blame her, and tried his best to be gentle in his tone.

She was the one who didn't want to say anything, and he was the one who suffered the consequences. Why was she crying?
He Chongtian stretched out his hand to wipe her tears. Before he could get close, Chen Xiangyin turned his head to avoid her and took two steps back.

All kinds of emotions were flooding his heart at this moment. He took a sudden step towards her, pinched her cheeks with his big hands, raised her head to face him, and said in a low and irritable voice, "Why?"

Chen Xiang tried hard to turn his head to escape, but glanced to the side, and his tears became more intense.

He Chongtian suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and she was struggling to resist.

Why? What did he do? ? He is the one who should collapse.

Letting go of the agarwood lead, the crane rose to the sky and said hoarsely: "I'll take you back."

"No need." Chen Xiang wiped away the tears on her cheeks with her palms, snoring, "He Chongtian, I will help you find out what happened to you."

After saying that, he turned around and left as if running away.

Chen Xiangyin's figure disappeared from sight, and He Chongtian's body slipped down, unable to squat on the ground and scratching his hair.

"Hurry up and catch up!" He yelled in an extremely cruel and brutal manner.

Xuan Guo was so frightened that he froze for several seconds, as if He Chongtian had shouted that he had lost his soul. It took him a long time to react and chase Chen Xiangyin.

Now only Crane Towers himself is left, and people always have to pay for their own stupidity.

At this moment, I finally realized that the essence of love is the perdition of free will.

Pang Wenkui is dead, what other clues can we pursue in this shocking case?

After eight years in the army and five years in Qinglong, the only clue he had was in vain. How many thirteen years does he have left?

Outside the window, spring has returned, and the ground is covered with flowers.

The crane soared into the sky and was overwhelmed by the huge confusion.

……

Shen Ji was tailoring, and Chen Xiangyin woke up from a dream in the early morning. She subconsciously went to hug the person next to her, but only touched the cold edge of the bed.

Pang Wenkui's sinister and malicious voice interrupted behind him, "You really want to see my face?"

Something was wrong, Pang Wenkui was bad to the core, and no matter how sincerely he apologized, it was incompatible with the person he was back then.

Recalling that Master Zhuang asked her to take care of Xuan Guo, he told her one more thing in exchange.

Pang Wenkui's deadline is 100 years old. If he reaches the age of 100, there will be evil.

He died too hastily, and his thoughts were disturbed by huge changes at the time. It's a bit strange to think about it now.

Chen Xiangyin sat up, took out his cell phone and called Qi Yan, asking where Pang Wenkui's body was.

……

Agarwood came to Pang Wenkui's villa uninvited to express condolences.

Pang Wenkui had a wide network of contacts during her lifetime, and many people came to offer incense and greet her, and no one stopped her.

Chen Xiangyin felt guilty every step he took, fearing that he would encounter a crane soaring into the sky and unable to face it.

Xuan Guo followed her, "Do you suspect that he is not dead?"

"Yes, there will be nothing after death. I don't believe he will die, let alone that he will apologize to me before he dies."

Following the guidance, Chen Xiang led the queue to the coffin and saw Pang Wenkui's gray dead face again.

"Is there any way to confirm whether he is dead?" Chen Xiang asked Xuan Guo.

Xuan Guo hesitated: "It's just... dead... there is only a pile of rotten flesh, and the three souls and seven souls are gone."

Chenxiang's head banged, unwilling to accept it, but the fact was before her eyes.

With the last bit of luck praying for a miracle, the agarwood guided the silver needle silently into the coffin, and stabbed half an inch into Pang Wenkui's heart.

Suddenly, someone behind him shouted, "Master He, you are here."