He Qingyu looked at the father she had always respected the most in disbelief. She was the apple of his eye, how could he not recognize her?
"Dad... I really... am... Yu'er..."
Impossible!
Daddy must be joking with her!
Daddy has always treasured her the most, how could he not recognize her?
But He Shangqin didn't change his expression, and still said in a cold voice: "Humph! Diao Min! Can your appearance compare to one of my concubine's fingers?"
He Qingyu's last glimmer of hope finally collapsed. Her blank gaze fell on He Shangqin's extremely disgusted expression. In her peripheral vision, a wisp of white clothes fluttered in the wind.
He Qingyu suddenly raised her head and laughed.
"Hahahaha... Hua Yuqiong... I, He Qingyu, have spent my whole life... running out of mechanisms, working step by step... for the camp... but the only thing I didn't expect... is the... changes that happened to you... Don't worry...
After I die... I will definitely come to you..."
Hua Yuqiong did not speak, but just listened and watched as He Qingyu finished speaking with difficulty, and watched as He Qingyu reluctantly took her last breath.
He Shangqin saw He Qingyu's bloodstained face full of reluctance, and finally hung down weakly. A trace of unbearableness flashed across his disgusting eyes, and his hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched.
Yu'er, daddy can't help you...
Don't worry, Daddy will definitely avenge you! Daddy will kill that little loser Hua Yuqiong and make him kneel in front of your grave to apologize!
Hua Yuqiong noticed the distressed look in He Shangqin's eyes and sneered clearly.
He Qingyu, He Qingyu, look, you have lived all your life, and how prosperous you have been in the He family! But now, your father has abandoned you because of his big plans for the future.
"Boldly paint Yu Qiong! Don't kneel down when you see the emperor!" He Shangqin shouted at Hua Yu Qiong.
Under the cold moonlight, the figure in white had a faint smile on his lips, and his dark eyes looked straight ahead of him. The cold wind mixed with the smell of blood blew his clothes and hair,
It makes people feel as if they are seeing a ghost threatening their lives.
The young man's thin lips were slightly parted, and his cold voice drifted along with the fishy cool breeze.
"He Shangqin, the emperor didn't say anything, but you kept yelling about something? Besides, when have you ever seen me kneel down to him? Huh?"
Zhai Yantian rode on a high horse and glanced condescendingly at Hua Yuqiong, then his eyes fell on Hua Yuqiong, who was glaring at him with a sullen face.
"Hua Jinyun, is this how you teach your grandson?"
"Qiang!"
The Qilin Po-yue Knife in Mr. Hua's hand hit the ground heavily, making a crisp sound.
"Huh!" Mr. Hua snorted coldly, his big shrewd eyes narrowed slightly, and his gray beard lifted up with his slightly raised chin, but was blown askew by the slight cold wind.
"Zhai Yantian, I didn't touch you before, not because I was afraid of you! It was because I didn't want to cause trouble! But now you want to kill all the people in my town, and I absolutely can't bear it!"
The old painting man said, stretching out a hand to straighten the crooked beard quietly.
"Also, what does it have to do with you how I teach my grandson? Even if I teach my grandson to fly into the sky, does it have anything to do with you? If I teach my grandson, does it occupy the land of your palace or burn down the building of your palace?
?My hair is not as white as mine, but you still have too much trouble!"
The entire Zhenguo Palace: "..."
Is this the old man in their family who can only say, "Do you want any shame?" This chapter has been completed!