Chapter 118 (2/2)
”Where are the people?”
”In...” His majesty read out a place name, Feng Qing picked up Gu Zhao, took a step and accurately appeared in front of Fang jiuning and others.
At this moment, Fang jiuning and others were surrounded by a group of black bloodthirsty people.
Those in black not only sent Fang jiuning to them, but also received orders to deal with Fang jiuning without being aware of the ghost. Feng Qing can't have a word to talk with Fang jiuning.
His majesty wanted to show Feng Qing that he had completed the task, and did not want Fang jiuning to disclose Gu Guan's tragic death and more information, so he had to take risks.
The plan was good, but his majesty ignored one thing. He underestimated the power of Feng Qing.
One step thousands of miles, Feng Qing can, has long been beyond the understanding of the emperor's majesty.
The time difference between the plan and the reality was a few minutes, or even a few seconds. His Majesty was careless and lost everything.
Feng Qing had no time to deal with the blood in black and left the capital with Fang jiuning, who was black and blue on the ground.
Outside the capital, by a stream.
”Where's Gu Guan?” Feng Qing is in a hurry.
Fang jiuning gasped, ”who are you?”
Feng Qing raised Gu Zhao. ”This is Gu Guan's own son.”
Fang jiuning has tears in his eyes. Gu Zhao is similar to Gu Guan, and Gu Guan is somewhat similar to the miracle doctor. The blood of the miracle doctor still exists in the world.
Fang jiuning shed half a drop of tears, and the remaining half of the drop was frightened back into Feng Qing's body under the chilly cold.
”We buried Miss Gu Guan next to the lake, where the scenery is beautiful and the mountains and rivers...”
”Shut up.” Feng Qing roared.
Fang jiuning stared at Feng Qing.
”Don't you understand people? I asked where Gu Guan is, where is the living Gu Guan? ”
Feng Qing's eyes were red. It was hate, urgency and prayer.
Gu Zhao looked at Fang jiuning pitifully. He wanted his mother, and he wanted his mother alive.
Fang jiuning turned his head, ”Gu Guan, she is dead. Go down this message and you can see her grave in about an hour.”
”Impossible.” Feng Qing said.
Gu Zhao's mouth shriveled and his tears flowed out.
He didn't cry, but it was the silent tears that made Feng Qing feel distressed.
”Don't cry, baby. Your mother is not dead. Your mother is not dead. They are lying to you.” Feng Qing coaxed Gu Zhao.
”Well, my mother is not dead.” Gu Zhao broke his tears into laughter.
Linglong opened her mouth. ”Young master, your mother is indeed dead. When we arrived, the dog emperor trampled on Miss Gu Guan's heart.”
Linglong and Taishan did not have any monks. They restored the tragedy at that time with plain words.
Gu Zhao hid in Feng Qing's arms, twisted his little ass and ignored Fang jiuning.
Feng Qing's forehead burst out green veins, and the terrible momentum swept the whole forest.
”Brother, you don't need to be sad. Later, my brother will send you down to talk to me. What's that?”
”Lord huifengyi, it's Gu Guan.”
”Oh, send you down to reunite with that bitch.”
Here comes Feng Yi.