The third daughter married the ghost prince

Chapter 220 The Death (1)
"No way!" Luo Zifei, who was sitting on a chair in the room, frowned and shook her head, and said, "If all the people who know how to cast Gu will take out Gu insects, even though they can find suspicious people, it will be difficult to get rid of them." I'm afraid that when the time comes, that person will become angry from embarrassment and kill the female Gu worm, and the Gu worm on Feng'er's body will never be taken out!" Luo Zifei shook her head and denied Duan Tianyu's proposal, just as she finished speaking, she saw Zhan Te bored Hastily ran in.

"Save Twelve... Princess, save Twelve!" Zhan Temen stumbled in and shouted in a panic, then stretched out his hand to grab Luo Zifei and ran out.

Luo Zifei and Duan Tianyu glanced at each other, with an ominous premonition, the two followed quickly!

When the man saw Zhan Temen ran away, he became even more anxious. He pulled out the knife vigorously, and then "poof..." stabbed into December's abdomen again!

After stabbing twice, the man then went to snatch the porcelain cup in December's hand, but he didn't want December to still hold on tightly, and kicked December violently. The severe pain made December Yue fell to the ground, with no strength left in her body, she only relied on all her willpower to keep her grip on the porcelain cup unrelenting.

After a while of scrambling, the round female Gu worm fell out of the porcelain cup, landed on the ground and rolled twice, Twelve Yue quickly rushed over and held the Gu worm in her palm.

The man turned his eyes, picked up the lid of the porcelain cup that fell on the ground, turned around and ran out quickly with the porcelain cup he snatched.

"Twelve..." Luo Zifei ran in quickly, looked at Twelve who was lying in a pool of blood, ran forward in disbelief, straightened December's body, lowered her head and quickly checked the hole inserted into December's abdomen. Steel knife, this position... liver, don't! "Twelve...you wake up twelve!"

"Princess..." Twelve tried hard to open his eyes, and said with a weak smile, "I... I... snatched it... here it is..." After finishing speaking, he raised his right hand and held the round female in his palm. Gu worm raised his hand, and a difficult smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"En! En! I saw it!" Luo Zifei shed tears, nodded vigorously, and held Twelve in her arms: "I will save you, I will definitely save you!"

"It's not me... Princess... not... not me..." Panting heavily, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his voice also had a 'hissing' sound because of the blood in his mouth, Twelve Yue struggled to say: "I didn't make the... Gu..."

"I know, I know my Twelve would never do such a thing! I always knew! Twelve... cheer up!" Luo Zifei raised her trembling hand and stroked December's pale face, although Duan Tianyu had already stepped forward to apply pressure on December's acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, but the ruptured liver made December's face paler and paler!

"Twelve..." Feng'er rushed over, grabbed December's hand, knelt beside December and cried, "Don't scare me, Twelve..."

December looked at Feng'er, then at Erjun who was behind Feng'er, and a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It wasn't me... who did it!"

She tilted her head and fell into Luo Zifei's arms!
"Twelve..." Luo Zifei hugged the lifeless December in her arms, raised her head and cried loudly: "Twelve..."

"twelve……"

Luo Zifei always felt that Twelve was not dead, at least she couldn't accept it in her heart, so she only went to the funeral in December, and spent the rest of the time kneeling in the temple not far from the post station, praying to God I can give December a chance to be reborn, so that this cute little girl who longs to be loved can have a new start.

The weather is getting colder and colder, but both Feng'er and Zhan Temen can't get sick, so they come back to take care of Luo Zifei in September, but Luo Zifei hopes that it's her who can't get sick, that kind of depression that can't be vented , making Luo Zifei feel that she has a splitting headache all day long, but because of her strong internal force adjustment, even thinking about getting sick is an extravagant hope.

"The princess is here!" Zhan Te heard Luo Zifei's footsteps from a distance, hurriedly got up, and sat on the bed with head bowed and knees hugged by Luo Zifei's signal.

"Is it better?" Luo Zifei sat on the side of the bed, stretched out her hand to help Zhan Temen to lift the broken hair hanging by her ears, and asked softly.

"Princess..." Zhante gritted his teeth, and blinked back the tears in his eyes desperately. Seeing Luo Zifei staring at him, his eyes were like those of his dead mother. There was no blame, only tolerance and comfort.

Under such eyes, Zhan Temen couldn't help crying anymore: "Princess...it's all my fault, if I didn't doze off, I would have heard that bad guy coming earlier and dragged Twelve away earlier, Twelve will not die..."

"Silly girl!" Luo Zifei's eyes turned red, she hugged Zhan Temen, and gently ran along Zhan Temen's back: "Twelve didn't die, he just went to another world, and he will definitely live better !"

Luo Zifei turned her head and looked at Jiuyue who was standing behind her with a calm face. The swaying mist in Jiuyue's eyes let Luo Zifei know that... she was sad, but she couldn't bear the feeling that they grew up together. Friendship, Jiuyue should be the one that hurts the most.

Coming out of the stuffy room, Luo Zifei said to Jiuyue: "I don't know how to comfort you, you go back, those hidden weapons I want are used when Japanese pirates invade, you and Qiyue hurry up! "

Jiuyue looked at Luo Zifei, a trace of pain flashed across her little face, then she nodded and left.

"Zifei... I asked all the Qilin guards who know how to cast Gu to take out the Gu insects. The only ones who died of the Gu insects... were... Mo Wu and Shen Simiao!" Duan Tianyu pulled Luo Zifei into his arms, and looked down at Luo Zifei's haggard face smoothed her slightly frowning brows, and then said: "Zifei...now is not the time to be sad, the most urgent thing is to find the murderer and avenge December!"

Luo Zifei nodded, took a deep breath, put the knot in her heart into the bottom of her heart, raised her eyebrows, and the heartache in her eyes was replaced by coldness: "I think this person may not be from the Qilin Guard!" See Duan Tianyu frowned, and then asked: "Who is the weakest martial artist in your Qilin Guard?"

"It's Mo Ran, she is the master's daughter, the unconventional Qilin Guard!" Duan Tianyu replied.

(End of this chapter)