Chapter 229: Metamorphosis (1)

The palace was filled with a pungent smell of blood. In the main hall, Qin Yuyan was sitting on the throne symbolizing the throne of the emperor. On her soft and elegant face, there was the same gentle smile as before, but that smile Did not reach the fundus.

Below the main hall, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect headed by Jiang Chenqing sat around, smiling at the corners of their mouths, and looked at the person prostrate in the center of the main hall with unified eyes.

The man was dressed in tattered fine clothes, his hair was disheveled, and there were countless large and small wounds on his body. Gorgeous blood was spilled on the cold marble along the hideous wounds. His originally tall and straight body was curled up and trembling.

The palace people standing in the corner looked at the scene in front of them in fear. They never dreamed that they would encounter such a disaster.

"Your Majesty still doesn't want to explain where the Soul Jade is? Why bother? Qingyunzong and Qi Guoben have friendly exchanges, so why do you do such annoying things?" Qin Yuyan, who was sitting on the throne, sighed. As if a little helpless, he looked at the figure lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Mo Qianyuan, Qi Guo's new emperor who has just ascended the throne, should be admired by all people, but now he has become the one who is tortured in this hall.

At this time, he didn't have any strength to struggle, but lay dying in the cold hall. On that handsome face, there were two hideous scars, which slid from the corners of the left and right eyebrows to the lower jaw. The wound was still bleeding, but the pain had been ignored by Mo Qianyuan, because his body seemed to be stirred by someone with a sword, the pain was so painful that people were about to faint.

But Mo Qianyuan knew that he would not pass out.

He can't remember how long he has endured this pain. The only thing he remembers is that yesterday morning, people from the Qingyun Sect broke into the palace, forced back the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, closed the entrance to the main hall, and put him, the king of a country, from the palace. The throne was dragged down, and an unknown poison was forcibly poured.

That's when the pain started...

His tendons and hamstrings were severed, his spine was cut off abruptly, and he had been chopped off countless times all over his body. He was in so much pain that he couldn't hold on for even a moment, but the people from Qingyun Sect poured him with persistence. The sober medicine, even if the pain makes him go crazy, he will never be able to pass out, he can only suffer in the heart-piercing pain.

Mo Qianyuan wanted to laugh, laugh at his innocence, laugh at his stupidity, everything he suffered today was caused by his womanly kindness?

If he had listened to Jun Wuxie's words and acted first, how could he have fallen into Qing Yunzong's hands?

However, he really didn't expect that the number one sect in the world would be so ruthless, that they couldn't even die happily.

He thought that Jun Wuxie's attack was vicious, but compared with the people of Qingyun Sect, it was nothing.

At least, Jun Wuxie would never kill innocent people.

Is this what Jun Wuxie wants to bet with herself?

Can the betting Qingyun sect bear the reputation of the first sect, and is betting that Qin Yuyan is as talkative as he imagined?

Mo Qianyuan swallowed the blood overflowing from his throat, and pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, the last trace of generosity in his eyes had disappeared under the torture of pain.

"Are you still refusing to say it?" Qin Yuyan rested her chin on one hand and looked at the silent Mo Qianyuan impatiently. She really didn't expect that the emperor of a small country would have the guts to deceive her.

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