Quick Wear: Fake White Rabbit! The yandere boss needs to be disciplined

Facing Ning Junshu's puzzled gaze, Su Jun walked into the hall. He complained in his heart countless times, wondering why the road was so long.

He suppressed his pain and came to Ning Junshu, controlling his scattered breathing: "No time to explain, I will detoxify my mother first"

He stuffed a pill into Ning Junshu's mouth. The pill turned into a cool breeze and went straight into her lungs. Soon, control of her body returned to her.

Ning Junshu moved his body. Although he did not return to his peak state, it was much better than being controlled.

Su Jun could hold on until now, and it was already his limit. Seeing Ning Junshu break free from his control, his tense nerves relaxed and he fell to the ground exhausted.

Ning Junshu caught his falling body and looked at Su Jun's face which was as pale as paper. Her tone was unusually panicked. She thought that Su Jun had been poisoned by the evil spirit like them.

"You only have one antidote? Why didn't you take it yourself?"

Su Jun shook his head weakly, cold sweat running down his forehead into his hair, his eyes broken under his long eyelashes, and he could faint at any time.

"The antidote doesn't work for me..."

What really controls him is the heart in his chest. The only way he can stay awake from time to time is by taking the medicine prescribed by Ling Zhou for three years.

A moment of clarity is enough.

He never expected to kill Chu Muyang on his own.

The three years of seclusion was a cover for him to prepare the antidote every day. Thanks to Ning Junshu's help, he actually managed to stop Chu Muyang for three years.

Su Jun took out a porcelain bottle from his lapel and put it into Ning Junshu's hand.

"This is an unnecessary antidote..." He held his eyelids open and looked at the sect leader on the high platform.

Ning Junshu understood and clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand. When she looked up, Su Jun's lips trembled, like a dying man, giving his final instructions.

"Mother... he was a spy sent by the demon clan... I was the one who misjudged him and put the sect in danger. My father could not rest in peace after his death. I am sorry... I have disappointed you..."

As he finished saying the last word, Su Jun slowly closed his eyes in her arms, tears flowed down his eyes and fell on her hands, and soon disappeared.

Ning Junshu's heart was gripped by an invisible hand. She opened her lips for a long time before she found her voice. She patted Su Jun's cold face and called his name.

"Su Jun? Su Jun, don't sleep..."

I called for a long time but there was no response.

After a series of blows, Ning Junshu finally couldn't bear the pain and hugged Su Jun and cried, "Su Jun, wake up, I don't blame you, it's my fault"

"I'm sorry for you"

If she hadn't asked Su Jun to go down the mountain, he wouldn't have met Hua Zhi.

If she had not used Su Jun to get Huazhi to get the elixir for her when she discovered that Huazhi was overly dependent on Su Jun, Huazhi would not have grown to this point.

She had so many past events that she wanted to trace back, and in the end she found that all the sources pointed to herself.

Only after I was alone did I realize how wrong I was.

Everyone's tragedy was caused by her.

Ning Junshu sobbed. She just fell in love with someone, how could she make such a huge mistake?

More than ten years ago, Su Lang fell in her arms, and more than ten years later, Su Jun also fell in her arms. They looked so alike, which once again revealed her bloody scars.

"Ahhh!"

Ning Junshu hugged Su Jun in agony, knelt heavily in front of the dry bones, and cried out in suppressed tears.

The ambitious third elder of Tianlan Sect died today.

The person kneeling here is just a poor person who has lost her husband and is about to lose her son.

Ning Junshu's desperate cries echoed in the hall, her eyes were bloodshot under her long hair, and her hatred was unsatisfactory.

She suddenly calmed down, like the calm before the storm, and walked towards the sect leader, shaking the porcelain bottle in her hand.

The master's realm was higher than hers, and he woke up quickly. Seeing Ning Junshu's embarrassed look, he was stunned for a moment, "Junior Sister Ning, what are you doing..."

He hadn't figured out the situation yet, and when he saw the room full of red silk behind Ning Junshu, his heart was shocked.

Then he sensed a strong demonic aura rampant in the Tianlan Sect.

The first thing he thought of was squid.

"Is that flower demon out of control?"

Ning Junshu nodded numbly, her eyes, which had once been full of life, became dull. The sect leader was slightly startled. Was this still the junior sister who always competed with him?

He didn't have time to think about what Ning Junshu had been through. He flashed out of the auditorium and saw rows of dull-looking disciples standing in front of the hall.

But they soon woke up in twos and threes.

“Is this… someone getting married?”

The disciples of Tianlan Sect looked blankly at the red silk and big red wedding characters all over the yard.

“Why are we here?”

The disciples gathered in the courtyard came from various peaks, and they rarely appeared in the same place at the same time unless there was something important.

The noisy discussions at the foot of the stairs gradually died down with the arrival of the sect master and the third elder.

All eyes fell on the two of them. If it weren't for the strange atmosphere, they would have thought that the Sect Master and the Third Elder were getting married.

How could these two sworn enemies, who could even quarrel over a plate of peanuts, get together?

The sect leader stood in front of the hall, his eyes swept over all the disciples, his face was serious, and his voice was like a loud bell, resounding through the front hall, "Yunfeng disciple Huazhi's demonic nature has not changed and caused a great disaster. All disciples obey my order to kill the monster."

When they heard Huazhi's name, everyone was startled for a moment and subconsciously looked at the third elder.

Then he answered loudly.

"Disciple obeys the order!"

In an instant, rays of light swept across the sky, followed closely by Ning Junshu and the sect master, and Su Jun was the only one left in the entire hall.

"Host, they are all gone," 7410, who was peeping from behind, quickly floated back to inform Su Jun.

The man lying on the ground pretending to be dead quietly opened one eye and looked around, then slowly got up from the ground, rubbed his chest, and said coldly, "Humph, who is going to run is still uncertain?"

The pain in his chest wasn't as severe anymore, and he probably had recovered from his grief.

"Come and give me a hand," Su Jun took a deep breath and raised his hand to greet 7410.

7410's mind was in a mess. When he heard Su Jun telling him to swim over slowly, he used his head to support Su Jun's palm as a fulcrum, allowing Su Jun to stand up with difficulty.

I was so tired that my head felt dizzy and I felt like a dead snake.

"What's going on with those Tianlan Sect disciples?"

Were they not under control, how come they woke up one by one? 7410 didn’t understand.

“It’s the antidote.”

Antidote? 7410 rolled his eyes, "Those hi-teas yesterday?"

Su Jun hummed.

The vine poison on Chu Muyang comes from himself. Even if he squeezes himself dry, how much vine poison can there be?

He bet that Chu Muyang didn't use much poison and the effect was not strong. In the past three years, he spent all his spirit stones on herbs just to be prepared for this one day.

Su Jun dragged his feet and came to the withered bones and bowed, "I am an unfilial son. I have no choice but to ask you to come out."

Although he is not someone else's son, he occupies someone else's son's body after all.

There is something somewhat immoral about disturbing the dead.