Chapter 397 Its owner is indeed the master
A layer of haziness appeared in Shen Cong's eyes. Although the face in front of him had changed slightly from before, he still recognized it. This was his master.
Even though there was a teardrop mole that didn't exist before, and even though the face was obviously childish, he knew that this was his master.
Yun Guiyue grabbed his neck and said, "You have no right to call me that, Chen Cong. I've said before that those who betray their master will only end up dead."
When she was caught and locked up, she wished Shen Cong could take her away from the Yun family.
As her secret guard, he should have tried his best to protect her, but in that dark place, the person who was guarding her and not allowing her to escape was Shen Cong.
He said, "Master must live well. Although the skin on the whole body has been peeled off, the fairy bones must be kept for the young lady to use."
That one sentence extinguished her hope of survival, and she even gave up the idea of struggling.
But she couldn't even self-destruct because her body was restricted.
During those days that were too painful to recall, Shen Cong was definitely one of the creators of the nightmare.
Chen Cong raised his head and looked at Yun Guiyue's face greedily. Even though his neck was clamped at this moment, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.
Yun Guiyue frowned, "What do you mean?"
Shen Cong's voice was intermittent, "If the master really wants to kill me, then kill me. This life is owed to the master by me."
Yun Guiyue's pupils shrank, and the hand that was pinching his neck slowly loosened.
What does Shen Cong mean by this?
Did he mean that he had his reasons for doing that?
Did she really have to kill him?
Yun Guiyue thought about it, slowly turned around and wanted to leave.
Having gotten a chance to catch his breath, Chen Cong slowly stood up. He looked at Yun Guiyue's back, his eyes complex and filled with thousands of words.
He wanted to call her to stop, but he didn't know where to stand.
But the next moment...
A silver light suddenly flashed, and a long sword pierced his heart and came out from the back.
Shen Cong's face turned pale instantly, and a stream of blood rushed up from his throat, staining his black robe.
His fingertips trembled as he touched the sword on his chest, and then he looked along the sword at the person holding it.
That beautiful and delicate face was extremely indifferent, and there was no trace of reluctance in her eyes as she looked at him.
He could only hear her cold voice, "I originally wanted to burn your soul and let you dissipate into the six realms, but after all, we are master and servant. This is my last gift to you. After death, you can still be reborn."
Shen Cong's breath became weaker and weaker, and his slender fingers slowly grasped the silver sword. Even if the sharp sword pierced his palm, he seemed not to feel the pain.
His voice was weak, and the smile on his lips was a little bitter, "Master, I don't know why my heart leaned towards Yun Lian'er during that period of time. It's just that at a certain moment, I had the idea that I must protect her, and everything revolved around her.
Until one day, I found this thing from her body and managed to peel off a little bit. Perhaps the master can find some clues from it."
Shen Cong used up the last bit of his strength, and a small ball of golden light the size of a fingernail appeared in the palm of his hand.
The moment the golden light appeared, it rushed towards Yun Guiyue, expectantly and hurriedly.
Shen Cong smiled with effort, "My subordinate guessed right, its owner is indeed the master."
He used up his last bit of strength, grasped the long sword and suddenly stabbed himself!
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