However, as soon as he heard Meng Jiuan's question, his eyes filled with pain immediately widened a little.
Meng Jiuan was not afraid of his identity being exposed.
Looking down at the broken joints, he stretched out his five fingers, then stretched out his arm and put his five fingers into the man's clothes.
"I really don't have much brains, and I always act impulsively. Over the years, I've followed Qin Yuanqing. Although I occasionally eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures to cultivate my character, sometimes I still can't control myself."
"Don't blame me, blame your disgusting master. If you can't enter the reincarnation in the future, go find your master and seek justice."
"Don't worry, I haven't seen much blood or suffered much pain in these years."
She smiled faintly at the man in front of her.
Under the man's frightened gaze, Meng Jiuan skillfully found his seventh vertebra.
With a cry of "Amitabha", followed by a "crack" sound, the man let out a painful groan from his throat, and then his body lying in the snow struggled a few times.
Meng Jiuan slowly stood up, raised his hand to pat the snowflakes falling on his shoulders, then turned around and looked at Qingfeng not far away.
The latter came to his side silently, and silently picked up the man's collar, as if he was carrying a pile of garbage, and pulled him out of the prime minister's residence and headed towards the mass grave on the outskirts of Beijing.
Meng Jiuan looked at the broken wound on the back of his hand, pursed his lips, and walked towards the main hall with a look of grievance.
"Shengyi, I'm injured, it hurts so much..."
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