Chapter 841: Good people don’t live long, evil will last for thousands of years



Qin Ye looked directly at Master Gu with a cold gaze, "Is there anything you can't do?"

"you!"

Mr. Gu suddenly choked.

The woman raised her bare hands, grabbed Master Gu by the collar, and dragged him to her front. "I'm telling you, this matter won't be easily resolved. Since you started this, and dared to take action, prepare to receive 'greetings' from Prince Chen's Mansion and Marquis Dingguo's Mansion!"

He pushed the person away coldly.

Mr. Gu, whose legs and feet were injured, lost his balance and staggered to the ground. Looking at the woman with a very cold face, he actually felt that her gloomy look was very sharp.

Master Gu frowned.

He actually felt that Qin Ye's aura was very oppressive?

He has lived half his life, traveled all over the world, and has seen all kinds of people. How could he be afraid of a teenage girl?

The entire Gu family was in chaos.

The aftermath of the explosion took a long time to subside. When the scattered dust became a little smaller, several figures slowly walked out of the messy ruins.

"Yun Ying!"

Zong Zhengchen held Yunying with his left hand and the young marquis with his right hand, and ran out quickly.

Both were injured.

When the explosion occurred, Ling Qianyi reacted quickly and pinned Yun Ying under him. His back was covered in blood and his face was covered in dust. He stumbled and was unconscious. Yun Ying only suffered some minor skin injuries.

Qin Ye strode forward, helped the two of them to sit down on the steps next to them, and hurriedly treated Ling Qianyi's injuries.

Yun Ying held Ling Qianyi's hand tightly, her eyes turned red with worry, and tears fell drop by drop.

The moment Ling Qianyi sacrificed himself to save her, she was certain.

In this life, unless Ling Qianyi doesn't want her, she will never let him down!

"Young Marquis, please don't get into any trouble..."

Yue'er looked at Yunying, whose hands and feet were fine, in astonishment. She felt a surge of anger in her heart, and she became more and more angry.

Why didn't Yunying die? !

How come Yunying is so lucky!

Zhang Fei shouldn't have died, but he died; Yun Ying deserved to die, but she is still alive. Everything she had done before was in vain.

She was so unwilling!

It is true that good people do not live long, but evil deeds last for thousands of years!

"Princess, are you all okay?" Jing Yi asked when he arrived.

Qin Ye just shook his head and focused his attention on Ling Qianyi's injuries. He had no time to talk about anything else and just focused on treating his injuries first.

Master Gu was holding his injured legs and handling the situation on the scene. He was yelling and cursing, and was very irritable.

At this time, a servant reported timidly in a low voice:

"Master, a strange body was found here. It doesn't seem to be from our Gu Mansion."

In a corner of the ruins, a corpse was blown into a bloody mess, and even the face could not be seen. Only the tattered clothes were left.

Yue'er saw the corpse out of the corner of her eye and her heart trembled.

Zhang Fei, I'm sorry...

If you want to blame someone, blame Yunying...

He glanced away quickly, pretending he saw nothing.

Master Gu frowned, "Who has time to care about a corpse now? Find out why the gunpowder exploded suddenly! As for this corpse, since it's not from the Gu family, throw it into the mass grave!"

Two servants picked up the body and were about to throw it away.

Jing Yi suddenly discovered that the clothes worn by the corpse looked familiar.

That dress is...

Zhang Fei's!

In an instant, his whole body shook, his pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated two or three steps limply as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting.

That is...

No, it's not...

That's definitely not Zhang Fei!

How could the person who was gossiping and laughing in his ear just now, and who said she would take care of his son, turn into a blur of flesh and blood!

Absolutely not!

It's fake, he must have seen it wrong!


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