I really don't want to be a stepping stone for the hero Shuangwen

Zhang Simiao's face became paler and paler, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. He could clearly feel that the temperature in his body was gradually disappearing.

If an ordinary person had suffered this blow to the heart, he would have died long ago.

It is true that Zhang Simiao is a strong man if he can survive until now, but it is a pity that he provoked the wrong partner.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhang Simiao smiled miserably, the majestic doctor of a generation died at the hands of such a little baby.

He studied medicine at the age of five and joined the martial arts at the age of seven.

Then he was able to go out and walk the rivers and lakes alone, and broke into a world in Binhai at the age of 20.

At the age of 30, he picked up Ye Fan in the barren hills, and poured all his efforts into cultivating Ye Fan.

Now, he was about to die at the hands of his apprentice.

Jiang Chenxing looked at Zhang Simiao who was about to die, and released the control of Qiao Ling'er by the Sangouyu Sharingan.

Qiao Ling'er trembled all over, her dull expression gradually turned into panic.

"master."

Qiao Ling'er ran over, she knelt on the ground, tears were on her face, Zhang Simiao was her only relative now.

Now Zhang Simiao's face was extremely pale, as if he was about to die, even when Qiao Ling'er touched Zhang Simiao's wrist, she felt the body temperature was cold, how could she not feel pain in her heart.

"Ling'er, I will rely on you to live alone in the future, I don't blame you as a teacher."

Zhang Simiao's voice was very weak, but instead of blaming Qiao Ling'er for stabbing him in the back, he was explaining the funeral.

"Master, how could it be, you won't die." Qiao Ling'er bit her lip, tears kept falling down.

Zhang Simiao let out a "hehe", looked at Jiang Chenxing with all his strength, and said slowly: "What did you do to Ling'er that day, I hope you will be responsible to the end."

Jiang Chenxing was surprised, Zhang Simiao didn't blame him for killing Ye Fan before he died.

Needless to say Zhang Simiao, Jiang Chenxing will be responsible to the end, and there are fewer beautiful girls in retro dress like Qiao Linger.

(Other quirks added)
"Good good."

Zhang Simiao never dreamed that he would beg the enemy, "Ling'er, this person will be your husband from now on, you must always be by his side."

He didn't want to see Qiao Ling'er being ruthlessly killed by Jiang Chenxing, and he didn't want her to be turned into a sexual tool without emotion by Jiang Chenxing.

He wanted Qiao Ling'er to have a bit of status, so that Jiang Chenxing would not use the so-called illusion to control her life.

It's ironic to think about it!
"Master, what did you say?"

"Isn't he the murderer who killed Senior Brother Ye Fan?"

Qiao Linger was stunned, why would the master do this?

"It's the wrong person, it's not him." Zhang Simiao tried his best to cover up the truth.

Zhang Simiao is dead.

The miracle doctor of a generation, the overlord of Binhai 20 years ago, died in Jiang Chenxing's home.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing Zhang Simiao. Reward: Get all Zhang Simiao's skills."

"Ding! Congratulations to the average host: 1000."

The system beeps twice in succession.

Wrong person, isn't he?

How could Qiao Ling'er believe it, her hoarse crying echoed in Jiang Chenxing's house.

"You killed my master, I will kill you!"

Qiao Ling'er cried for an unknown amount of time, her eyes were red, she gritted her teeth and glared at Jiang Chenxing.

Qiao Ling'er seemed to have forgotten the blood on her hands.

"I killed your master? You did all of this, you have to recognize the truth!"

Jiang Chenxing smiled disdainfully, if it wasn't for Qiao Linger's beauty, he would have used Sharingan to control Qiao Linger to commit suicide.

Qiao Ling'er was taken aback again, she looked around, and then at her blood-stained hands.

Confused and at a loss, her body began to tremble, and a heart-piercing pain came up as she clutched her head.

In the end, Qiao Linger's hands drooped weakly, her eyes lost their luster, and her spirit collapsed.