Chapter 1247 Can Help You

, fell silent for a moment, and saw that Jia Fangzhi's arm wound had stopped bleeding. He thought for a while, took advantage of his inattention, and continued to sprinkle hemostatic powder on his wou...Han Yun listened to her words and looked at these several people who wanted to resist but were already powerless to resist. A layer of coldness crept onto his face as he said in a deep voice, "At this point, do you still think your junior sister will let you go"

This woman's coldness and ruthlessness from the bone marrow, how could she be changed by others.

Such a person, even if these few men gave up their lives for her, she would only think it was natural.

Thinking of this, Han Yun let out a cold snort and immediately attacked the woman.

This time, he showed no mercy. It has to be said that the unique skills of Huoyue Valley are indeed powerful. After he made his move, his internal energy did flow towards this woman.

However, this woman's skills were lacking, and her internal strength was weak. So, she was soon beaten by Han Yun like a drowned dog, repeatedly vomiting blood.

Seeing this, those men instinctively wanted Han Yun to show mercy. However, Han Yun seemed to know their thoughts and spoke before they could utter a word:

"I'm not some living bodhisattva. If you want to die with her, then beg for mercy. I don't mind giving you all a ride myself."

Han Yun wasn't joking at all.

Then they looked at each other in silence, and finally chose to remain silent.

Just now, the younger sister truly wanted to kill them. They could sense it too.

They are human beings with blood and flesh. To say they aren't disappointed, to say they aren't heartbroken, would be a lie.

And the fact that this man chose to intervene, also carried a meaning of saving them, so they wouldn't act like ingrates and say anything at this time.

Seeing that no one came to help her, the woman held her breath until her face turned red. She clenched her fists and roared in anger:

“You… you’re still doing this Have you forgotten what you promised my father Are you just going to stand there and watch me get bullied Do you have any shame, do you even think of my father” You…”

The woman's anger hadn't been fully released yet, Han Yun frowned, and with a sword thrust, pierced her heart.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that she had been pierced through the heart by a single sword.

The gradual passage of life forced her to believe it.

Han Yun barely looked at her contorted face. His expression was indifferent, and he drew his sword without hesitation. As if afraid of her blood splattering on himself, he also politely stepped back two steps.

The woman opened her mouth, her unwilling eyes glared at Han Yun, but in the end she couldn't say a word. She was completely gone.

A person died.

Those men came to their senses, their faces pale, and they struggled to the woman's side.

After confirming that their little junior sister was truly gone, the several men couldn't help but shed tears.

Logically, they should attack the man in front of them and avenge their junior sister, but deep down, they knew that their junior sister's death was entirely her own doing.

So, after looking at each other in silence, they ultimately couldn't do anything and all bowed their heads.

Han Yun stared intently at the woman's features, his grip on his sword loosened slightly, and a sense of release washed over him, an inexplicable feeling of elation.

When he made his move just now, he actually took this woman for the obnoxious Princess Zhao Si of Xuan Kingdom.

This woman's way of doing things is very similar to Zhao Si's, equally selfish and self-serving. No matter what anyone does for them, they take it for granted in their eyes.

When he saw her willing to kill even the brothers who had always loved and protected her, he thought of his own father.

His father lived his entire life, repaying the so-called life-saving grace for which he was eternally indebted.

It's a pity that his efforts, as well as those of the Qingyun Pavilion, are taken for granted by people like Zhao Si.

Even though his father died because of these people in the end, they didn't even say thank you.

Although he claimed to uphold his father's last wishes and would do anything to protect Zhao Si and the others' lives.

But in his heart, he desired the lives of these people more than anyone else.

Otherwise, as the head of Qingyun Pavilion, he would be able to protect Zhao Si and Zhao Li's lives. Even if Mo Yunjing and An Xue Tang were powerful, it would be impossible for them to kill Zhao Li and Zhao Si so easily.

To put it simply, Zhao Li and Zhao Si died so easily because of his inaction.

Though he defied his father's last words, he would rather die than apologize to his father, and wouldn't let himself or the other brothers of Qingyun Pavilion continue to protect those ungrateful wolves.

In that instant when he made his move, his mind flashed to Zhao Si and he poured all the resentment he'd harbored for years onto this woman.

Had she not been so aggressive, insatiable, and ungrateful, perhaps she would still be alive today.

She deserved to die such a painful death.

Han Yun gradually came back to his senses, then slowly pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood off his sword.

After a while, he sheathed his sword and turned to find someone. After all, Mo Yunjing had been gone for a while now, and he couldn't fall behind.

Before he could even take two steps, a man suddenly spoke up, “Sir, perhaps we can help you find some clues.”d, and he said coldly, “You’re saying the foreign object is… a hematoma on the back of her head”"An Xuetang shook her head slightly, "This concubine can't be sure. Anyway, bring me these herbs first."...