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"what?"

The man didn't quite understand what Mo Wuchen meant, but after a moment, he immediately reacted.

"Oh, it's your master Xu Qing. She said she sent people to the demon tribe to rescue Junior Sister, and then she got the news that Junior Sister was dead."

"He also said that the bet with his junior sister had to be put aside for the time being. In short, he acted like a master and a disciple with a deep affection for each other."

When Mo Wuchen heard this, his face became even gloomier. If he had not promised Feng Jingyou not to use his power in the academy at will, he would have wanted to get rid of Xu Qing right now.

Feng Jingyou's expression remained calm. Although this matter seemed outrageous, it was not impossible for Xu Qing to happen.

"Xie Senior Brother, if there is nothing else, we will go back first."

Feng Jingyou said goodbye to the man politely.

"Ah? You're welcome, you're welcome. Take care, Junior Sister."

The man was stunned for a while. Under the impact of Feng Jingyou and Mo Wuchen's appearance, he couldn't even speak clearly.

With such a peerless beauty, he didn't even dare to look them in the eye.

I always feel that looking at it any longer would be blasphemy.

He looked at the receding backs of Feng Jingyou and Mo Wuchen, and couldn't help but sigh at the unfairness of God.

inside the house.

Feng Jingyou drank his tea leisurely, not paying any attention to what the man had just said.

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Wuchen's gaze stayed on Feng Jingyou.

He believed Feng Jingyou had his own plans.

Feng Jingyou took a sip of tea calmly: "Of course I'm going to attend my own funeral."

"I've lived two lifetimes and I've never participated in one."

Mo Wuchen's movements paused for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"How about the bet you made with her before?"

He counted the days, and one month had passed. Feng Jingyou also entered the eighth level of the Earth Spirit Realm. Logically speaking, Xu Qing had lost.

Feng Jingyou smiled faintly: "Good memory."

"If she still hasn't handed over her position to me in three days, she will be punished by heaven."

"I don't know how good her memory is."

Feng Jingyou slowly put down the teacup and said thoughtfully.

Mo Wuchen didn't care about Xu Qing's fate at all. Even if heaven didn't punish her, he would kill her eventually.

It's just a matter of time.

"faint!"

A familiar voice came into the ears of the two, and Mo Wuchen's handsome brows frowned slightly.

next moment.

Nangong Yu and Chu Chimu came to Feng Jingyou's room.

"Miss Feng, are you okay?"

Chu Chimu was very worried about Feng Jingyou, but after seeing Mo Wuchen beside Feng Jingyou, he felt that he was worrying for nothing.

"It doesn't matter."

Feng Jingyou gave them a big smile.

Nangong Yu looked at Mo Wuchen beside Feng Jingyou and grinned foolishly, "Yechen, have you come out of seclusion?"

"Ah."

Mo Wuchen responded calmly.

He knew that Feng Jingyou treated them both as friends, so he had no choice but to show some love to them as well.

"I heard I'm going to hold a funeral?"

Feng Jingyou's voice was flat, without a trace of emotion in it.

Chu Chimu explained for Feng Jingyou: "It was Xu Qing who did it."

"Our master once objected, but it was useless in the end. I heard that even the dean got involved this time."

Feng Jingyou's eyes moved slightly.

The demon priest came to Huanhai College to find the dean. In other words, the demons have now set their sights on Huanhai College.

Or perhaps, the collusion between the two forces had already begun.

"When does it begin?"

"Half an hour later."

Feng Jingyou thought for a moment, then looked up and said with a smile: "My funeral, how can I not go?"

The corners of her mouth were half curled, but there was endless coldness in her eyes.

at the same time.

Xu Qing is still making preparations in a "busy" manner.

"Master, we are still missing the clothes in the coffin."

Xu Qing looked at him with disdain and said in a harsh voice, "She has no body, what is the use of clothes? Giving her a coffin is already too cheap for her."

"You are so young, but your head is separated from your body. No matter how beautiful you are, it is useless."

The man asked cautiously, "Master, what do you mean - an empty coffin?"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Xu Qing's face was full of impatience.

But suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something——

"and many more."

After saying that, she went back to her room and took out a little man.

There were only three big characters "Feng Jingyou" written on it, and the little man's body was covered with densely packed needles of different lengths.

Xu Qing suddenly thought of a rumor that said that if a cursed figure was placed in the coffin of a deceased person, that person would not be able to go to the eighteen levels of hell and would never be reborn.

"Put this in the coffin."

"Don't tell anyone."

The warning in Xu Qing's words was obvious.

If she didn't dislike the unlucky smell of coffins, she would have put it there secretly herself.

"Yes, Master."

He didn't dare to say anything more, as he knew Xu Qing's methods. He could only bend down, leave quickly, and do as she asked.

Xu Qing had a smug look on her face. Without Feng Jingyou, it was really no longer a major worry for her.

Half an hour later.

everything's ready.

Xu Qing changed into a set of white clothes, but secretly wore a bright red shirt underneath, for fear that the bad luck would be passed on to himself.

She held the funeral with great ceremony and specially invited all the disciples of the academy to attend, under the pretext that she wanted her disciples to pass away in a dignified manner.

The time has come. Xu Qing dripped tear gas into his eyes and rubbed his eyes frantically until they turned red.

After doing all this, Xu Qing slowly walked to the front of the stage, crying as he walked.

He looked so grief-stricken, as if he was really sad for Feng Jingyou.

"My good disciple!"

"It's my fault. I failed to protect you."

Xu Qing cried all the way to Feng Jingyou's coffin, with tears and snot.

"My good disciple, if there is an afterlife, I would still like to meet you. The friendship between master and disciple that we haven't completed in this life, we will continue in the next life."

Wei Zhang saw Xu Qing crying so hard that he quickly walked over to her and tried to persuade her:

"Oh, don't be too sad. Feng Jingyou's death was all her own fault. Who made her so arrogant?"

"It's not your fault. You've been great as a master."

An Ran also pretended to comfort Xu Qing, but in fact she hated her to death.

"Master, don't be sad. If my junior sister knows about this, she will protect our sect."

At this time, the effect of Xu Qing's tear gas had worn off, and Xu Qing could not squeeze out a single tear. He could only pretend to wipe it twice.

The other disciples in the academy were deeply moved by Xu Qing's "master-teacher friendship" and praised Xu Qing one after another.

"My good disciple, have a pleasant journey."

Xu Qing burned a stick of incense for Feng Jingyou.

"Oh? Where should I go?"

A clear voice reached everyone's ears, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice -