They are infected with Gu worms, and their actions may have offended Your Highness. Their fate, whether they live or die, is entirely up to Your Highness.
Yu Ying's voice was like the last withered leaf in late autumn, carrying endless desolation and powerlessness, slowly falling and leaving a faint echo in the air.
Just like her life that was about to fade away, it was gradually merging into this silent atmosphere.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo's once calm heart was instantly stirred up like a boulder thrown into a still lake, creating waves of turbulent waves.
Although she maintained that calm and composed demeanor, like a deep, tranquil, and undisturbed ancient pool.
No matter how the outside world changes, it is difficult to stir up even a ripple on its surface.
However, the incredible fact that Master Yuying had been resurrected caused a tremendous uproar in his heart.
In the world she had long understood, life and death were like the alternation of day and night, an unshakable principle of the universe and a natural law followed by all things.
However, hearing that someone could break this age-old norm with some strange, mysterious, and unimaginable technique filled her heart with shock and doubt.
Countless thoughts, like fluttering willow catkins, swirled haphazardly through her mind.
An indescribable, complex emotion, like a quietly sprouting vine, quickly spread through her heart, tangling and entangled, making it difficult to let go.
As for Qianxi and Qian'an's affair, Qin Qianluo was like a chess player in control of the game from beginning to end, knowing everything perfectly.
She is incredibly meticulous and acts with the precision of a finely woven, watertight spider web, where no subtle movement can escape her keen perception.
With Feng Qingyun by her side, who seemed to be divinely aided, she was like a loyal guardian always on guard.
It is like having all-seeing eyes and ears, constantly and closely watching every slight movement around it.
As early as when Qianxi and Qian'an first showed some subtle signs of unusual behavior, Feng Qingyun had already acted swiftly.
She was informed of all their unusual movements in great detail and without omission.
The reason why Qin Qianluo has not taken action against the two for so long is not due to negligence, but rather to her ingenious and meticulously planned scheme.
She cleverly used the two men as bait, like an angler patiently waiting for a fish to bite, intending to cast a long line to catch a big fish.
They hoped to follow the clues and uncover the hidden truth behind it all, eventually succeeding in capturing Yu Ying.
However, Yu Ying acts like a cunning, suspicious, and extremely cautious fox.
They possess an extraordinary intuition for danger, as if they can smell every potential threat in the air.
Upon noticing even the slightest, almost imperceptible movement, like a gentle breeze, he immediately, like a frightened bird, severed all contact with the two without hesitation.
His decisiveness and caution were as unpredictable as a ghost, causing Qin Qianluo's meticulously planned scheme, which was like the operation of precise gears, to fall into a stalemate for a time.
It's like a precise machine that suddenly gets stuck on a key component, making it difficult to continue moving forward smoothly.
Yu Ying gazed at Qin Qianluo silently, her eyes like a deep, dark pool, containing a thousand complex emotions.
It conveys a sense of relief after experiencing many hardships, as if the heavy shackles that have been borne for a long time have been lifted.
There is also a sense of resentment towards the capriciousness of fate, like the silent roar of a caged beast.
Seeing that Qin Qianluo's expression remained calm and did not show much surprise, she immediately understood.
Given her understanding of Qin Qianluo as intimate as her own palm lines, Qin Qianluo must have long known the true identities of Qianxi and Qian'an, but had simply kept quiet about it.
Like a hunter lurking in the darkness, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow.
At this moment, the poison she had ingested was like a wild horse, running rampant in her body and taking effect mercilessly.
A strong, pungent smell of blood spread through my throat like a surging tide, growing ever stronger.
It felt as if a raging fire was burning her throat, bringing wave after wave of excruciating pain.
Each breath felt like walking on a knife's edge, accompanied by excruciating pain, as if countless needles were piercing my throat.
Yet she still struggled to support her increasingly weak and swaying body, like a withered tree about to break in a storm.
Using the last ounce of strength in his body, his chapped lips trembled slightly.
With a hoarse and weak voice, he slowly said, "Now that I have told you all these secrets, I will not keep Your Highness any longer."
The road ahead is long; I hope Your Highness will take care and that your journey will be smooth and safe.
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