After the cramps and bones were pulled out, the vicious female supporting role was reborn

"Master, something bad has happened! Something terrible has happened!!!"

Yu Xiao is meticulously preparing for a banquet to entertain all the major sects. He is filled with joy and plans to announce the good news of Jingyue Zhenren's awakening at this event. This will not only consolidate the status of the Qingzhao Ancient Sect, but also serve as a warning, sending a clear signal to those with ill intentions - never dream of seizing power and glory that does not belong to you.

Everyone thought that it was a foregone conclusion that Zi Xi Sect would replace Qing Zhao Ancient Sect as the number one sect, but the result was suddenly shattered. How could Zi Xi Sect have the face to show up in public?

How wonderful would Tan Tai Cai Cai's expression be?

Yu Xiao felt relieved just thinking about it, but just as he was immersed in his beautiful idea, a disciple suddenly rushed in panting, looking panicked as if he had seen a ghost, his voice was sharp and rapid, and he opened his mouth to say that something was not good, something very bad had happened.

Yu Xiao's eyelids jumped when he heard this, and the joy in his heart was instantly interrupted, replaced by an extremely unlucky feeling. However, because he was in a good mood, he did not directly scold him: "If you have something to say, just talk nicely. Why are you so flustered?"

The disciple said anxiously: "Ruthless..."

Jun Qingyi is no longer a Spirit Master, so he is not qualified to be called a Sword Master. However, I cannot remember how to address him. As the matter is urgent, I do not care about the name. “The life lamp of the Merciless Sword Master is about to go out!”

"what?!"

Yu Xiao stood up suddenly. If there was no great danger, there would be nothing unusual with the life lamp. Jun Qingyi was arrogant in doing things and had offended many people outside. Now that his cultivation had plummeted, it was not surprising that he encountered danger.

But what danger could there be for him to follow Master Jingyue?

An ominous premonition quietly arose in Yu Xiao's palms, and he felt slightly confused. He hurriedly took out the communication stone and prepared to contact Ren Qiong to find out what had happened. However, there was no response, and Yu Xiao became more and more anxious.

A terrible guess popped up in my mind: Could it be that Master Jingyue was also being held back?

What Yu Xiao didn't know was that Ren Qiong saw the communication stone when it first lit up, but he was in a hurry to throw it aside. Later, when he saw it shining endlessly and getting annoying, Ren Qiong simply crushed the spiritual light with a finger.

Yu Xiao's heart almost jumped out of his throat, his eyes were fixed on the faint life lamp. As time passed, the light became dimmer.

In the end what happened?

The endless screams finally stopped, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood. The blood-stained dagger was casually thrown aside, emitting a cold metallic luster. Looking at the human-shaped object on the ground that could no longer be recognized, Ren Qiong took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood off her hands. The close-range cutting just now left her hands stained with blood.

What was shocking was that even though he was injured like this, Jun Qingyi's chest was still rising and falling slightly, like a candle flame swaying in the wind. His heart, which could be faintly seen through the wound, was still beating slightly, and he had not died yet.

"Master...Father..."

Jun Qingyi's weak voice sounded, blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he asked persistently.

"Do you... still hate it?"

At this moment, Ren Qiong seemed to have thought of something. She paused in wiping her hands, suddenly walked towards him and stretched out her hand to him. Looking at Ren Qiong's approaching hand, Jun Qingyi's dim eyes instantly lit up with a ray of hope, but soon the light froze in his eyes.

Because Ren Qiong's hand did not touch him, but reached to his side, and her fingertips lightly touched the storage ring on the broken finger, and two scrolls suddenly appeared in her hand. Ren Qiong recognized that they were drawn by her at a glance: "I seem to have said that things from the ninth floor are not allowed to be brought down."

But Jun Qingyi was still immersed in the feeling of falling into despair again and didn't hear what Ren Qiong said at all.

The first painting that Ren Qiong opened was a portrait of her and Shen Liuyi. Ren Qiong frowned and suddenly looked at her hands, afraid that the blood on them had not been wiped clean and would stain the painting.

She immediately put the painting away. The second painting was of Jun Qingyi, which immediately attracted Ren Qiong's attention. A rare look of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

Seeing Ren Qiong staring at his portrait absentmindedly with a slight smile on his lips, Jun Qingyi rarely smiled bitterly. He seemed to be lost in some memories. He still remembered how happy he was when Ren Qiong helped him paint his portrait for the first time.

At that time he thought he was unique, but later he found out that Ren Qiong was not the only one painting him. Although he felt a little disappointed, that was really the happiest day of his life.

If he had not been deceived by Liu Qing, if he had not been so cruel to Shen Liuyi, perhaps things would not be like this now.

Jun Qingyi opened his mouth, his throat was burning with pain, and there seemed to be some air leaking out: "Master, do you still remember, before, ?"

Of course Ren Qiong remembered it. She stared at the two little turtles in the portrait. The painting was so... uh, so unique that Ren Qiong could not forget it even if she wanted to.

My master is good in everything except his talent in art - which is really hard to praise.

But Ren Qiong was reminiscing about the past. Jun Qingyi kept chattering on and on about the past, and Ren Qiong got annoyed. What answered him was the portrait of Jun Qingyi that fell from Ren Qiong's hand. As soon as the portrait touched Jun Qingyi, it spontaneously ignited without fire, burning all the bloody and mangled things to ashes.

Ren Qiong shook his head regretfully: "The little turtle is well drawn, but it's a pity that the person behind it is a bit of an eyesore, so let's burn it."

Jun Qingyi thought that he had been slapped in the face badly enough, but he didn't expect to be slapped hard again before he died.

What Ren Qiong missed was not the young him, but those two ugly turtles.

Looking at Ren Qiong's always cold eyes across the raging fire, Jun Qingyi died in reluctance and pain.

However, before the residual heat of the flames burning in the night sky dissipated, wisps of black smoke and ghostly aura began to emerge from the ground, like a ghost crawling out from the depths of hell. Jun Qingyi's obsession was too deep, and he was a spiritual king. Naturally, he could not easily enter reincarnation with a heart full of regrets.

He is ghosting.

Seeing this scene, Ren Qiong raised his hand with ease and shattered the black mist that was about to take shape. The black mist was instantly torn into pieces, turning into countless tiny shreds of tobacco and dissipating in the air.

After completely solving the problem, Ren Qiong straightened his sleeves, turned around and left.

Looking at the life lamp that was completely extinguished, Yu Xiao was stunned for a rare moment. He was a little sad, but more of it was in disbelief.

Jun Qingyi is dead. Was he killed by someone right under the nose of Master Jingyue?

...Or, did Ren Qiong discover what he had done and concede that someone else had killed him?

No matter which one it was, Yu Xiao's body couldn't stop shaking.