"Yaoyao, I'm sorry."
The peach trees swayed, as if in response.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled.
"You don't want revenge? Have you been waiting all these years just for him to say that to you?"
Whispers were whispered in her ear.
“He never loved me. There are many people in this world who are obsessed, but she will never be loved by Brother Yun Han, never. I understand her better than anyone else, and that is more painful than killing her.”
"Master, please help the other innocent people in the courtyard escape. They are at your disposal."
A spirit formed from accumulated resentment has a wide range of uses for cultivators.
It can be used for alchemy, spiritual tempering, and can be attached to magical artifacts to become an absolutely loyal servant, killing people invisibly.
Jiang Qingwan waved her hand somewhat irritably.
"I am not an evil cultivator."
She turned around and looked around the peach tree, then took out a red rope with a copper coin tied to it from her purse and wrapped it around the tree.
He then said, "Mo Yunhan, use your inner strength to cut this tree in half."
The man then came to his senses and stared blankly at Jiang Qingwan.
He just seemed to have really seen Yun Yaoyao, and even seemed to have heard her voice.
The stone that had been weighing on my heart for years no longer felt so heavy.
Without hesitation, he gathered his inner strength in his palms and slammed them twice against the tree trunk.
"Snap!"
The tree trunk was cracked in several places, and bright red sap, similar to blood, flowed out, along with a strange, foul stench.
Jiang Qingwan stood upwind, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and looked at Mo Yunhan, who was choking and almost vomiting, with a smile at the corners of her eyes.
"It's not over yet, keep going."
Mo Yunhan saw the cunning and playful look in her eyes, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a little.
Although he was used to seeing corpses on the battlefield, this smell was just too overpowering.
Holding his breath and concentrating, he unleashed two more palm strikes.
The tree trunk, as thick as a person's waist, broke completely.
The bright red sap stained the entire tree trunk red. As the trunk fell to the ground, a fierce wind swept through the courtyard, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.
Jiang Qingwan raised her hand to cover her eyes, when a tall, straight figure appeared in her line of sight.
The man shielded her tightly behind him.
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