Chapter 807: Chapter 807: The Ancestor Does Not Like to Kill
Qing Yue inadvertently looked at Jiangli.
But he only saw a spiritual feature on Jiangli’s body.
Vague and indistinct, it was unclear.
But he always felt that sothing was missing from Jiangli’s spiritual feature.
At the sa ti.
In the Fu Family’s study room far in the city center, Fu Shiyan suddenly looked up.
Duan Jianchuan and Wen Zishu, who were waiting for news from Qing Yue, saw Fu Shiyan suddenly coldly rise, striding to the window, staring into the distance.
Wen Zishu asked in bewildernt, “Third brother, what’s wrong?”
Fu Shiyan’s face was like frost, “There’s a fire.”
Wen Zishu leaned over, following Fu Shiyan’s gaze, and looked out as far as he could, seeing nothing, “Where’s the fire? Isn’t everything fine?”
It seed Duan Jianchuan realized sothing, he walked over and pulled Wen Zishu aside.
Wen Zishu looked at him in confusion, protesting, “Old Duan, why are you pulling ?”
Duan Jianchuan glanced at Fu Shiyan’s expression, making a shushing gesture and whispered very softly, “If you don’t want to die, shut up.”
Wen Zishu: “…”
What did he do to deserve death?
…
At the entrance of the office building.
Watching the man with a human shape exposed, Jiangli stepped forward.
She walked up to the man.
The man suddenly moved, as if to do sothing.
Jiangli gave him a look.
The flas around, like countless tentacles, instantly locked the man’s limbs, making him unable to move.
Jiangli reached out her hand, ignoring the man’s sinister gaze, landing on his arm, “It seems I have truly forgotten many things, even this item here, I forgot and let you pick it up.”
The man struggled, to no avail.
Jiangli’s eyes seed to completely disregard his struggle, shifting her gaze towards Qing Yue.
“He has half of my cultivation base, it’s normal you couldn’t defeat him.”
Qing Yue: “…”
He staggered to stand up, “What’s going on?”
Jiangli said indifferently, “You don’t need to know.”
Qing Yue: “…”
If she didn’t want him to know, why tell him at all???
What was she thinking?
Qing Yue glared at Jiangli.
Jiangli’s gaze had long since moved away.
She looked at the man, seeing the hatred and resentnt in his eyes.
Jiangli clicked her tongue, with a move of her finger, the spiritual bone in his arm turned into a wisp of white smoke, disappearing along Jiangli’s finger.
The man’s evil qi instantly receded by half, his body slumped, collapsing to his knees with a thud.
Jiangli gazed at her fingertip, her brows furrowing suddenly.
At the sa ti, so images appeared in Jiangli’s mind.
Xia Xin, who thought everything was fine, walked in but saw Jiangli’s face turn deathly pale, her fingers trembling slightly.
Xia Xin’s heart pounded a few tis, quickly stepped forward to support Jiangli, “Ancestor, are you alright?”
Jiangli’s face was devoid of any color, even paler than the white walls of the pharmacy factory.
Upon hearing that, she pushed Xia Xin’s hand away, almost imperceptibly heaved a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, “I’m fine.”
Xia Xin looked at her worriedly, “Really alright?”
Why did he feel Jiangli seed really weak?
Jiangli waved her hand, signaling that she was fine.
Jiangli looked at the man and said, “Nowadays, I do not favor killing, seeing your deep resentnt, I will give you a chance. Tell who you are and why you caused so many killings?”
The man raised his head, staring at Jiangli, his eyes full of hatred, as if seeing Jiangli as an enemy.
Jiangli clicked her tongue impatiently, raised her hand, lifted the man’s head, turning it towards Qing Yue and the others, “Look at his face, do you recognize him?”
Those behind Qing Yue, seeing that face, their pupils shook.
But…
No one spoke.
Jiangli’s gaze swept over the people present, she could clearly see that these people definitely recognized this person.
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