Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Chapter 274 She will always be his heart

‘Sister Jinghua and Brother Fusang grew up together. They have a deep relationship, so naturally they are happy! ! ’

‘Hee hee, Brother Fusang and his men have been hunting a lot of wild food day and night these past few days! Today’s wedding banquet will make our bellies full! ’

Su Qiao had a headache from all these children talking about her. She probably guessed something. She walked to the lake and used the water surface as a mirror to take a look at her current appearance.

Ha... As expected, he turned into the resentful one with vertical pupils in the coffin!

Just when her eyes met the reflection in the water, elite memories rushed into Su Qiao's mind!

The story of thousands of years ago is so clear that it seems to be happening before your eyes...

A warm and welcoming paradise.

Jinghua, who was born with vertical pupils and has a strong self-healing ability, is regarded as a goddess by the tribe, and Fusang is her childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, and her loyal lover.

In this paradise, they grew up together carefree, fell in love, and got married with the blessing of everyone in the tribe.

The entire Wind Tribe was singing, dancing, laughing, and so happy that it was indescribable.

After marriage, Jinghua relied on her extraordinary abilities to experiment with herbs, study herbal medicine, compile medical books, treat people in the tribe, and teach them how to save themselves and others.

Fuso was the best hunter. He took the men to hunt and then went to the market to exchange for daily supplies.

Every morning, Fusang would pick a flower and put it next to Jinghua's pillow, and then kiss her forehead... They lived an ordinary but happy life.

But in troubled times, paradise will not be tolerated.

War was declared between two large tribes, and Gutuo Mountain was caught in the middle and became a battleground between the two parties.

Fusang immediately decided to take the tribe people to migrate to avoid the disaster.

But Jinghua knew they couldn't escape.

In these troubled times, the only thing a small tribe like them can do is to find a strong support...

Jinghua chose the more benevolent Yun'an tribe between the two large tribes.

That night, after using medicinal herbs to stun Fusang, she set off alone to see King Yun'an.

‘As long as the Yunan tribe is willing to protect us. I can hand over all the medical books I have written, and the entire Feng tribe will surrender to King Yun'an, and submit tributes every quarter...'

But Jinghua's surrender failed to bring peace to the Wind Tribe.

‘Haha... I heard that the Goddess Essence can heal itself and will not die. I don’t know if this is true or not. If it were true, you should become the most powerful knife in my hand! ’

‘The only things I’m interested in are the Ancient Camel Mountain and the Goddess Essence! As for the others, they can’t fight and won’t be loyal to me, so what’s the use of keeping them? ’

It turns out that there is no kind king in this world...

Jinghua felt cold all over and was so scared that she wanted to run away, but there was no way out.

Jinghua was tortured alive for three days. During this process, she learned that she was pregnant, but the unformed child was beaten to blood, and Jinghua was in pain.

And her self-healing ability became a curse at this time, causing her pain but not death.

In the end, Jinghua's blood was drained by the great wizard, and a carefully refined potion was poured into her body. Under the influence of the witchcraft, Jinghua was turned into a killing machine that felt no pain and would not die.

When she appeared in the tribe again, she was followed by armed and iron horses...

‘Jinghua, kill them all! Show me your faithfulness and ability! ’ King Yun’an gave the order.

Fuso could hardly believe her eyes.

‘Jinghua, I am Fusang... look at me! ’

What responded to him was Jinghua's ruthless sword...

"Hiss!" Su Qiao covered her aching heart and knelt on the ground on one knee.

The picture in my mind is too real.

It was as if she had really become Jinghua, killing her loved ones, her friends, and all the rest of the tribe with one knife. She would not feel pain. She used the knife skills that Fusang taught her to kill people.

Blood dyed every inch of the land red, the fragrance of flowers was no longer in the air, and the sound of crying and screaming went from boiling to silence.

Finally, Jinghua became the only one standing.

Fuso, covered in blood, stood up with difficulty and wanted to walk towards his unrecognizable lover, but his pierced knees could not support his body, so he crawled to her feet...

'Jinghua... look at me...' His eyes were full of pain and heartache, but there was no hatred. The Jinghua he loved had been turned into a ghost. His eyes were stained with blood, and he stared back as if watching a play. He was enjoying himself The laughing King Yun'an.

'I am going to kill you! ! ’

Filled with hatred and bursting with astonishing strength, Fuso dragged his broken leg, stood up, and stumbled towards the culprit!

But as soon as he took two steps, a sharp knife penetrated his chest!

Fusang turned around slowly and stiffly, and finally looked at his lover. His bloody hand wanted to touch her face again, but Jinghua coldly pulled out the knife, and warm blood splashed onto her face.

Fuso fell to the ground, his whole body twitching mechanically, blood spurting out from the wound. In front of his eyes, there was a small daisy stained red by the blood.

Fusang used her last bit of strength to pick off the flower and handed it to Jinghua.

Like countless times before...

Jinghua's cold, unfocused vertical pupils stared at the flower, and suddenly a gray light slowly began to appear, and tears slowly seeped out...

She stretched out her hand stiffly, wanting to take it.

However, before touching the bloody flower, Fusang's hand fell first...

'Fu...sang...' Jinghua moved her lips and read out the name.

Forgotten memories, together with an instant surge of love, burst out!

The knife in Jinghua's hand fell to the ground. She knelt beside her lover, surrounded by corpses and rivers of blood.

And she is the executioner...

'what! ! ! '

Jinghua's scream of grief and collapse in his mind almost made Su Qiao's heart ache.

Jinghua wanted to kill King Yun'an for revenge, but she was unable to do so due to her ability at the time.

King Yun'an nailed her to death in a stone coffin and sealed her in a cave.

After his death, Fusang turned into a resentful ghost, guarding the cave and his lover who killed him with his own hands... The resentment of the entire Wind Tribe gathered together, and Fusang finally became a powerful thousand-year resentful ghost.

Whether in life or in death, the essence will always be in his heart.