Chapter 172 "Going to the mourning hall"

Although Zhou Qixiao has many ways to force people to confess, Tia has undergone special training.

Moreover, her feelings for Palai were so strong that they transcended any emotion. It was not torture that could make her betray Palai.

Now that Palai is dead, Tia has no restraints.

There was no way to use torture to get out what he wanted.

Therefore, Zhou Qixiao went straight to the point and discussed the terms.

"Ah Xiao, the royal family is crazy. They want to turn Palai's body into a holy medicine to confuse the poor people who were tortured by them."

The Nanzhou royal family uses religion to control the lowest common people, and it has great power.

With the death of the last queen of Palai, they were afraid that they would lose the means to control the people, so they resorted to all possible means.

"This method must have come from Zhou Que, an old thief! He has been colluding with the royal family for many years. Without his consent, the royal family will not risk offending him by touching Palai's body..."

Tia looked at Zhou Qixiao deeply, I wanted to see the slightest pity for Palai from his face, but there was no trace...

Zhou Qixiao was not surprised by anything Zhou Que did. He was too lazy to listen to these chatter anymore, so he patiently repeated it again: "Conditions. "

When Palai chose to save Zhou Que and protect the Zhou family, Zhou Qixiao warned her.

Don't turn into a ghost and cry when you die without a complete body.

Sure enough, he was sucked by the Zhou family when he was alive, and his flesh was eaten by them when he was dead.

So he has neither sympathy nor pity for her.

The path to heaven or the road of thorns is her own choice.

Tia didn't know what Zhou Qixiao was thinking.

She felt that since he could still listen to her patiently, it was because he was thinking about his past relationship with Palai.

She really wanted to tell Zhou Qixiao where the secret of Palai was hidden.

But over the years, she heard that Zhou Qixiao's temper had become more and more surly, and she didn't dare to gamble.

After thinking for a long time, he only said one insincere sentence: "She really never wanted to harm you, nor did she want to give up on you..."

"Forget it if you don't say it. When she makes the holy medicine, I will give you a copy. Maybe it can make you live a long life..." Zhou Qixiao ran out of his last bit of patience and stood up to leave.

Tia no longer dared to play the emotional card and called him eagerly: "Wait! As long as I see her complete body, I will tell you everything about what happened back then."

Zhou Qixiao sneered disdainfully.

Both of them thought he really cared about the truth back then,

regardless of whether there was a reason or not.

He was betrayed, his life hung on a thread, and his left arm was seriously injured. It was all real.

So from beginning to end, all he wants is repayment from the person who harmed him.

He wanted the thirty-nine knives to be returned with his own hands.

Zhou Qixiao leaned back to the bedside table and looked sideways at Tia.

"I only want Zhou Yuzhi. If he wants to see people alive or dead, he can also see his ashes." Zhou Qixiao smiled casually, "Using his ashes to make holy medicine in exchange for Palai's is fair and just, don't you think so?"

This means He didn't care whether Pallet did it intentionally or unintentionally.

It was really like what he said when he left Nanzhou to go to Grizzlies: From now on, whether Palai is dead or alive, even if he is bruised and ashes, it has nothing to do with Zhou Qixiao!

Tia's tears could not be controlled . come out.

Palai saved Zhou Qixiao back then and treated him with all his heart.

Tia had warned Palai that this wolf cub was not well-raised.

She gritted her teeth fiercely and cried blood every word: "Palai's whole body, I'll tell you where Zhou Yuzhi is!"

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Zhou Qixiao returned to the small building in the wind and rain.

Look at the small building lights on.

The warm orange light gave him an indescribable emotion.

Wen Ran was waiting for him to come back and

he opened the door. Just as he was about to go in, his peripheral vision caught the water dripping from his body on the floor and he stopped.

He grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands and took off his clothes. He wiped the remaining rainwater on his body twice and felt that it was not so wet before striding inside.

After taking only two steps, he saw Wen Ran leaning on the sofa holding a cat doll in the living room with the night light on.

Half of her face was buried in the doll, her eyes were half-closed, and her curled eyelashes were flickering.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyes, but I was still holding on.

Hearing the movement, he slowly raised his head, like a frightened little hamster, his eyes widened.

Wait until you see it's him.

Those obsidian-like eyes suddenly glowed.

"You're back!"

Under the orange light, the little beauty Pingting is as graceful as a meticulously crafted painting, and her beauty is delicious.

Listening to the crisp and sweet voice, Zhou Qixiao felt as if he had merged into this warm painting.

Wen Ran was actually very nervous, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed here waiting for Zhou Qixiao to come back.

Just when she arrived at the temporary mourning hall, Zhou Qixiao had already left.

The ground was in a mess, even the coffin was overturned. Palai's body was leaning on the ground, with traces of burns next to it...

It frightened her.

Grandpa said that Zhou Qixiao hated Palai out of love, so he also hated the Zhou family and her. This time, he thought he was going to threaten him with Palai's body, so he got angry and destroyed Palai's body.

Wen Ran knew that Zhou Que couldn't believe what he said.

Because Zhou Que didn't know about her ambiguous relationship with Zhou Qixiao, he should have been sure that she didn't dare to ask Zhou Qixiao, so he was not afraid of cheating on her.

But what if what he said was mixed truth and falsehood, or even the truth?

After all, why did Zhou Zhen have nothing to do with burning Palai's body?

If it was Zhou Qixiao who did it... He could be so cruel to the corpse of the person he once loved.

What about her, a person who has no taste but to abandon her?

Wen Ran doesn't have the confidence to think that Zhou Qixiao has deep feelings for her.

After all, he usually has little respect for her.

Besides! Besides, Zhou Qixiao never said he loved her! He also said that he was

just playing with her...

If Zhou Qixiao really came with anger towards the Zhou family, would he turn his anger on her?

Wen Ranke still remembers that Zhou Qixiao knew that he When she was Zhou Que's granddaughter, he grabbed her neck and pressed her next to the coffin fiercely.

Could it be that this time because of Palai's body, she would be reminded of some past hatred... and then

all kinds of thoughts would come to her mind.

The more Wen Ran thought about it, the more panicked he became.

I don’t know if it was because Zhou Qixiao was carrying a floor lamp or because she was scaring herself.

She always felt that he had a bad look on his face, as if he was going to vent his anger on her.

She wanted to smile, but she felt that the muscles on her face were a little stiff, so she stopped smiling.

Zhou Qixiao originally thought Wen Ran was worried about him and stayed here.

But looking at the little girl's bloodless face, and the trace of fear that couldn't be hidden in her big clear eyes.

He knew he was overthinking.

It seems that this little thing is waiting here eagerly, because there is something that needs him.

His eyebrows, which were originally relaxed, darkened again.

As he walked over, the shadow cast by his tall body gradually covered Wen Ran's petite body.

The already solemn atmosphere became even more depressing and dull.

Zhou Qixiao didn't care about his pants that were soaked by the rain and sat directly on the sofa.

He turned his head to look at Wen Ran, teasing him as always, but unfortunately his tone was not as lazy as before. To Wen Ran's ears, it sounded like he was questioning: "You're up so late, waiting for me to finish what I just didn't finish." Done."

Wen Ran was about to go over, forgetting that he was still holding a big cat doll in his arms.

She hurriedly turned around and put it on the sofa, smiling obediently at Zhou Qixiao.

Zhou Qixiao's eyes fell on Wen Ran's left arm.

There was a red mark on it, like a bump.

"Where did you get it?" After saying this, Zhou Qixiao suddenly thought of something, and his tone became darker again, "I'm going to the mourning hall."