Chapter 575
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"Congratulations Princess, congratulations Princess! That Immortal Fetus belongs to the Princess, it will eventually return to the Princess's hands! "
Gong Qianxue couldn't bear it any longer, facing upwards and laughing: "Jun Muyan, Jun Muyan, so it's you! You escaped back then, but now, you can no longer escape from the palm of my hand. I will definitely refine you mother and son into an Elixir, to help me on my path to Blue Sky. Hahahaha … "
"You … what are you talking about?!" Shen Jinglin seems to understand what she's saying, suddenly raising his voice, "What do you want to do to my sister and nephew?"
Gong Qianxue's gaze slowly falls on Shen Jinglin, the corners of her mouth hooking up into a cruel smile, "Heh, Jun Muyan is currently holed up in the Ghost Wind Valley, it would be troublesome to catch her. I don't think a soft lure will work, it would be better to directly send a gift to Jun Muyan. "
Saying that, a cold light flashes in her hand, and a sword appears in her palm. She slants at Shen Jinglin's hands and feet, "Tell me, should I cut off Jun Muyan's most beloved brother's hand and send it to her, or cut off his foot and send it?"
"Hehe, how about this, it would be better to cut it off and send it over. I believe that Jun Muyan will definitely like it very much, and then obediently rush over!"
Shen Jinglin's pupils suddenly contract.
Beside him, Chang Yu and the Ink Camp people have woken up from their trance. Their faces are aghast, and they crazily want to rush over.
"Stop, you're not allowed to hurt our gongzi!"
That's the person that the Miss and Little Master had instructed them to protect!
Gong Qianxue disdainfully laughs, and the sword in her hand falls.
But she sees a figure recklessly rush over, blocking Shen Jinglin's body.
A Ink Camp soldier has a long gash cut from his heart to his abdomen, and blood splatters everywhere.
He doesn't reveal a trace of fear or despair, instead, he turns his head to look at the unharmed Shen Jinglin, and closes his eyes with peace of mind.
"Ahhh –!!" Shen Jinglin lets out an almost insane howl, struggling with all his might to break free from the ropes binding him, "If you have the ability, then kill me! Just kill me! "
Gong Qianxue casually flings away the bloodstains on her sword. She kicks away the Ink Camp soldier that's crawling over to protect Shen Jinglin, and chuckles: "You're the gift that I want to give to Muyan, how could I casually kill you? Don't worry, I'm only going to chop off your limbs. There are many doctors around, and they won't let you die! "
"You're worse than pigs and dogs! You will suffer retribution! " When Dr. Song and Chen Qingfeng saw this, their eyes widened. They wanted to rush out, but they were powerless.
They could only watch helplessly as Gong Qianxue's sword fell into Shen Jinglin's hand.
At this moment, there was a loud bang and a plume of smoke rose into the sky from where they were standing.
Then, a white figure rushed in like a ghost, quickly picked up Shen Jinglin on the ground, and fled.
"Who is it?!" Gong Qianxue let out a shriek, the profound energy in her hand suddenly waved out, and a storm swept through.
In an instant, she blew away the white smoke.
But when she looked over, all she could see was a white figure.
Gong Qianxue gnashed her teeth and said: "Who is that person? How could he enter this underground palace? "
The black-clothed man standing next to Gong Qianxue said in a low voice: "Princess, if this subordinate didn't see wrong, that should be Bai Yichen."
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