Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

If this evil thing is released and not caught, I'm afraid the world will be in chaos.

Jun Zeyuan dragged the dying Xiao Di to his feet, squatted down, looked at the unconscious Xiao Di, sighed, and put a pill into his mouth.

"My second brother was very ruthless. His meridians were severed. If he doesn't take some medicine, he might not be able to hold on for long."

Soon, more than a dozen women in fluttering white clothes landed beside Jun Zeyuan.

The women all tied up their long hair and fixed it with a silver hairpin. They held long swords in their hands and surrounded Jun Zeyuan.

After a dozen women in white holding swords surrounded Jun Zeyuan, a sedan chair fell from the sky.

A snow-white, slender hand slowly stretched out from the sedan chair, then lifted the gauze curtain, and a middle-aged woman with a pretty face slowly walked out from inside.

The woman was wearing a purple gilded robe. Although she was middle-aged and a little fat, her skin was very delicate. She had red lips, thick eyebrows, and a pair of charming eyes with deep coldness. She looked at Jun Zeyuan who was trapped in the circle with disdain.

Then, an extremely ugly old man flew down from the top of the sedan chair. He was dressed in red, had white hair, and his face was covered with scars. He was short and ugly.

Jun Zeyuan looked at the ugly Smiling Ghost standing next to Madam Lihua and couldn't help but frowning: "Hey, Smiling Ghost, if you look like this, don't hang out here. What if you're so ugly that you blind my eyes? Seeing you makes the wine in my gourd taste dull."

The smiling ghost's sinister eyes saw Xiao Di lying on the ground at Jun Zeyuan's feet, seriously injured and unconscious. He couldn't help but get angry: "You hurt Di'er like this?"

Jun Yichen shook the black hair that was left behind him, raised his foot and kicked Xiao Di at his feet, and said proudly: "Xiao Di, you have always been defeated by me, and you have never won against me. I heard that you are his master, don't you feel ashamed? If you don't feel ashamed, I am ashamed for you."

Before Jun Zeyuan finished speaking, the Smiling Ghost suddenly flashed into the circle, and a pair of sharp hands went towards Jun Zeyuan's neck: "You shameless boy, today I will let you taste what it means to speak out of your mouth and feel a life worse than death."

Jun Zeyuan turned around and dodged the attack of the Smiling Ghost with ease. Looking at the Smiling Ghost's sharp fingernails, each one long and pointed, he couldn't help but say, "Ugly old man, it's not good to keep your nails so long. It may be inconvenient to go to the toilet on weekdays. Otherwise, I will help you cut them."

As soon as Jun Zeyuan finished speaking, a few white threads flew out from his sleeves, carrying a strong inner force towards the smiling ghost's nails.

The smiling ghost shouted: "You ignorant boy, you are too arrogant!"

He concentrated his inner strength on his long and sharp white nails and grabbed the attacking white silk thread.

His nails are as sharp as swords. I don't know how many people have died under his nails. This kid actually wants to cut them. It's really wishful thinking.

The Smiling Ghost wanted to use his sharp nails to cut Jun Zeyuan's silk thread. After touching the strong white silk thread, he slightly turned his wrist.

With a "swoosh" sound.

He cut off one of Jun Zeyuan's threads and laughed loudly: "After I have cut all your threads, I will slowly poison you to death and seek justice for Di'er."