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Chapter 235 The Death of the Warlock

Chapter 235 The Rebirth of a Warlock

Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

"I don't know where the warlock is now."

Jiang Qi's face was condensed and ugly, "What does this mean?"

Emperor Ming let out a long sigh and looked as if he was recalling something, "I met that sorcerer when I was out on a tour. I don't know his origin. I only know that his name is - Rebirth."

"He looks like he's only in his early twenties, but he has white hair and a long silver beard."

At that time, Yue Huan was already twelve years old and had endured the disease for twelve years.

His temper became more and more surly and arrogant. Emperor Ming saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. The deceased who happened to meet him on the way just stared at his face a few more times and blocked his way.

"At first, I thought he was just a charlatan and ignored him. Until he told Yue Huan about his illness and gave him a solution, I had no choice but to believe him."

"I made inquiries in many places and finally found your Yin body, which is rare to see in a hundred years, so I sent troops to the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"You know what happens next."

The desperate look of death on Emperor Ming's face slowly dissipated. Looking at Yue Huan, hope rose in his eyes. He recalled that enigmatic warlock. As long as he found him, Yue Huan might really be saved!

Jiang Qi looked at Emperor Ming seriously, and then asked after a long while: "Where did you meet him back then?"

"Yong'an."

"However, I have turned Yong'an upside down in the past few years, and I have not found any trace of him. I only know that he is not from the Yuezhi."

What Jiang Qi could think of, and what Emperor Ming could not have imagined, was that after he brought Jiang Qi to Yuezhi and discovered that his blood was really useful to Yue Huan, he had sent people to look for traces of his past lives.

But all these years have been in vain, and that person has never appeared again.

"What else did he say?"

Jiang Qi always felt that Emperor Ming was hiding something. According to Emperor Ming's suspicious temperament, how could he bring him to Yue Huan for blood donation just because of that man's few words. Emperor Ming had always been cautious when it concerned Yue Huan.

Also, the theory of the alien world is also confusing, and Emperor Ming did not reveal anything about it.

Emperor Ming stared deeply at Jiang Qi, his eyes changing several times, but he finally said nothing.

He had finally learned how profound that man was today.

From the moment he met the afterlife and decided to believe in the yin body, everything that happened next was actually already expected in the afterlife.

How to choose is up to him.

The past life has long said that the blood of Zhiyin can only help Yue Huan live to the age of twenty with less pain.

He also said that the gears of fate have already started turning, and whether it is fate or fate, it has its own conclusion.

What we are experiencing now just confirms this point.

"What about Yue Huan's theory of another world?"

Seeing that Emperor Ming didn't answer, Jiang Qi asked again. Now that a mysterious sorcerer had passed away, Yue Huan's theory of another world became weird.

What did the deceased say to Emperor Ming that made him believe that Yan Qi was the real Yue Huan when Yan Qi was sure that he was not Yue Huan?

Wen Mo, who was standing aside, had been shocked speechless by the news one after another. The "evil ways" in his mouth were dissected one by one by Emperor Ming. The unpredictability and incomprehension in them already made him feel shaken! Now even more weird things were revealed.

The theory of another world?

Who? Yan Qi?

Emperor Ming did not answer Jiang Qi's words, but slowly approached Yue Huan. Jiang Qi noticed his movement and backed away with full alertness.

"There's no way Yue Huan can return it to you." His tone was gloomy and paranoid.

Yue Huan's origin touched upon the gods and Buddhas he didn't believe in, but this still couldn't extinguish the growing hope in his heart.

Maybe his Qiqi is really a god in the sky?

"Jiang Qi, can I trust you?"

Emperor Ming suddenly stopped and his expression was unusually confused. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Yue Huan was clearly... dead at this moment.

He looked at the stubborn paranoia in Jiang Qi's eyes, did he really want to sacrifice Yue Huan's burial to help Jiang Qi go crazy?

But what if?

His Yue Huan was only nineteen years old. She was blooming just like the scorching sun. How could she sleep in the underground palace forever?

Jiang Qi's condensed eyebrows relaxed for a moment, and he glanced at the confusion in Emperor Ming's eyes, "Do you agree?"

"Do I still have a choice? I can't bear to let Huan'er sleep like this. You can take her away today."

"Five years, at most five years, if... it still doesn't work, you must return her to me."

He has nothing now, and it seems there is nothing he can't go crazy about.

He will look for Yue Jue on his own. He always believes that there will be a connection between bloods, and Yue Jue will be fine.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Mo was neither frightened nor shocked.

He closed his eyes tightly, suppressed the pain in his heart, and faced the cruel fact, "Qiqi is dead!"

"Don't do this, don't abuse her body."

"Let her rest in peace!"

Even though these words seemed to have exhausted all Wen Mo's strength, he still said them.

He didn't believe what the sorcerer said, "Not to mention whether the sorcerer really has the power to reach heaven, but now his whereabouts are unknown, where should we find him?"

"Although it is winter now, but Qi Qi's body... five years is simply impossible, even just one month is barely enough..."

Human life and death are natural laws. The moment a person dies, his body will decay.

How to find the lost Yan Qi when his soul is gone?

Jiang Qi's white hair was flying in the wind and snow. He looked at Wen Mo with undying stubbornness in his eyes, "Even if the world is turned upside down, I will find that warlock!"

"As for Qiqi, I have long said that even if it takes all my blood, I will keep her!"

Since he and she are fatefully entangled, his role for Yan Qi will definitely not end here!

He has long heard that there are shark beads in the South China Sea, which can keep your appearance forever and keep your body from rotting for thousands of years!

He will definitely come for Yan Qi!

Wen Mo sneered coldly, "Your blood? Your blood will only dirty her reincarnation path!"

"Why do you want to keep Qiqi even after spending all your blood? You were the one who killed her, weren't you?! She was going to have a healthy life, but it was you! It was you who ruined everything with your own hands!"

The hatred in Wen Mo's eyes stretched endlessly, and his words were like thousands of knives piercing Jiang Qi's heart. Jiang Qi's hand holding Yue Huan shook slightly, and his bones made a clear cracking sound!

Jiang Qi! He crushed his own finger bones!

The man's sickly scarlet eyes were full of miserable pain. He lowered his eyes and looked at the peaceful and beautiful Yue Huan in his arms, and his heart had already suffered from thousands of pains!

"Would my blood...contaminate her reincarnation path? It won't be your turn to comment!"

"If I really can't save Qiqi, I will never survive in this world!"

"When I get down there, I will make atonement to her!"

Jiang Qi's phoenix eyes, wrapped in pain, fell on Wen Mo's disgusting face, "Now, get out of the way!"

He never came to Yuezhi to fight, he just wanted to take away his habitat.

Now that Emperor Ming had agreed, what qualifications did Wen Mo, an outsider, have to stop him?

Jiang Qi clenched the sword in his hand and was about to leave when Emperor Ming behind him suddenly said:
Chapter completed!
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