I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Song Qingqing's current identity is Li Qianyi, a new member of Jianfeng's outer sect this year. She is an 11-year-old girl at the third level of Qi Refining and is specifically responsible for cleaning.

When Song Qingqing heard that Zhao Sinian had brought Qian Ziche back to his previous residence, she immediately went there with a special broom to sweep the floor.

Song Qingqing swept with a big broom, not leaving even a speck of dust behind. She was definitely a model worker.

Zhao Sinian used a sixth-grade high-level elixir to try to cure Qian Ziche's external injuries, but apart from waking up and the minor injuries on his body healed, there was no change in the injuries on other key parts of Qian Ziche's body.

"How could this happen? A fifth-grade elixir can slowly heal a wound caused by a spirit whip. But this is a sixth-grade elixir, which is worth a fortune, and yet it has no effect. This is a sword wound, and that sword must be a top-grade spirit weapon."

Zhao Sinian is a sword fanatic and his heart is moved at the thought of a good sword.

Qian Ziche woke up and saw Zhao Sinian, his eyes eager, "Woo woo woo woo." Master, save me,

Qian Ziche saw that he was still unable to speak, and subconsciously tried to touch his neck with his hand, but his hand was too weak and he couldn't lift it no matter how hard he tried.

Qian Ziche looked at Zhao Sinian in disbelief: Master, you are not willing to give me the medicine for external injuries? Then will he still save me? I don't want to be a waste.

"Master gave you a sixth-grade elixir, but your injury didn't get better at all." What's that look? Am I so stingy in his heart?

Zhao Sinian saw that Qian Ziche was completely useless and didn't even realize that he no longer had any patience for him.

"Zi Che, tell me, who hurt you? Song Qingqing?" Zhao Sinian asked uncertainly.

Qian Ziche nodded vigorously.

"How did she hurt you?"

"Woooooooo..."

"Okay, I ask, and you nod?"

"Is she the real Song Qingqing?"

Qian Ziche nodded, then shook his head when he thought of how powerful that man was. Finally, he thought of the unremovable hatred in Song Qingqing's eyes, which was so real, and nodded again.

"Yes? Or no?"

nod.

"Is it really her? Just her? No accomplices?

Nod, shake your head.

"What kind of spiritual weapon is her sword?"

Qian Ziche didn't know either, but nodded anyway. After all, top-grade spiritual weapons were rare in the world.

"Does she have some other spiritual weapon that makes it impossible for you to resist? Even makes it impossible for you to ask for help, even if you are hundreds of meters away from your family members."

……

Qian Ziche either nodded or shook his head, and he was exhausted.

Zhao Sinian realized that he couldn't get any more useful information from him, so he stopped asking.

"Zi Che, don't worry, your master will definitely help you get revenge, so you can go with peace of mind."

Qian Ziche was so heartbroken that tears came out, "Wuwu..." Why did you give up on me so quickly? Fourth apprentice sister, you have persisted for 16 years.

"Zi Che, your injury cannot be cured. Don't blame me, I am doing this for your own good. Are you willing to lie in bed for the rest of your life? Are you willing to be laughed at and looked at differently by others for the rest of your life? It would be better to die than to live a life worse than death."

Qian Ziche pretended to nod, then kept his eyes on the door, hoping that his fellow disciples could dissuade Zhao Sinian from his thoughts.

Zhao Sinian understood immediately, "I'll ask your fellow apprentices to come and see you for the last time."

Zhou Shiran walked in with several fellow brothers and sisters.

"Zi Che is completely useless. The sixth-grade elixir has no effect on him. He doesn't want to live anymore. You stay with him for a while."

Zhou Shiran and the others recalled the good old days with Qian Ziche, cried sadly, and raised their hands to express their willingness to avenge him. But no one said that they would spare his life and try their best to save him.

Qian Ziche looked at Zhou Shiran with pleading eyes, but Zhou Shiran pretended not to understand.

On the other side, Song Qingqing saw her senior sister who entered the sect two years earlier than Li Qianyi, and immediately greeted her, "Senior sister..."

When others looked over, he immediately put away the sympathetic expression on his face, then lowered his head and continued sweeping the floor, not daring to look up.

The senior sister holding the low-level robes panicked when she saw Song Qingqing like this, and began to wonder: Is there something bad going on inside? Once I go in, I might lose my life at best? Or I might lose half my life at best? That's right, why is Qian Ziche suddenly wearing such low-level robes? There must be something fishy.

This little girl has been sweeping the floor here, she must have known something. No, I can't just sit there and wait for death, I can't give this dress away. I have finally cultivated to the 11th level of Qi Refining, I can't let it be ruined.

"Junior sister, senior sister, my stomach hurts so badly. Please help me get some clothes in. These are for senior brother Zi Che. I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow. Thank you." After saying that, she stuffed the clothes to Song Qingqing, covered her stomach and ran away, with an expression that she almost couldn't hold it back.

Song Qingqing stood there for a few seconds with an embarrassed look on her face. Finally, she gritted her teeth, performed a cleaning spell on herself, walked in with her clothes in both hands, and acted quietly like a spectator.

Watching a few people who want a good reputation but do nothing perform with true feelings.

Qian Ziche looked at them, feeling inexplicably sad, and his tears flowed even harder: Haha... I was never willing to believe what Song Qingqing said, it turned out that I had no self-awareness.

Qian Ziche angered himself to death, with a sarcastic smile on his face before he died.

Zhou Shiran cried even louder: "Brother is gone, but fortunately he left with a smile. Brother, don't worry, we will definitely avenge you."

Others echoed.

Song Qingqing: "..." The style of the painting changed so quickly, are you sure you didn't laugh out of anger? And then he died, what a heart-breaking murder!

Zhao Sinian whispered, "You guys help Zi Che change his clothes and let him leave in a decent manner."

Song Qingqing walked forward and handed the clothes to Sun Wenqin.

"Second Brother, clothes."

Sun Wenqin took the clothes and said, "You can go out."

Song Qingqing went out obediently and continued to sweep the floor: If I find the chance, I will kill one or two more.

Soon, Zhao Sinian took Qian Ziche's body away.

Sun Wenqin also brought out the remaining junior sisters and brothers, and everyone had a sad look on their faces.

Zhou Shiran burst into tears: I'm sorry to my senior brother and sixth junior brother, actually I'm the one who deserves to die the most, why them?

Master said that the eldest senior brother was killed by Song Qingqing. The eldest senior brother was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and had no ability to fight back. I am worried about you.

You guys promised me that you would never go down the mountain. I have already discussed this with Master. I will be the bait. You guys must not go down the mountain before Song Qingqing is caught. I already lost my Senior Brother and Sixth Junior Brother, so I cannot live without you."

Sun Wenqin and the others had indeed blamed Zhou Shiran in their hearts for Qian Ziche's death. But now that they heard that Zhou Shiran was willing to take the risk of being a bait for them, they couldn't be angry?

So several people came forward to comfort Zhou Shiran, saying that it was not her fault, but Song Qingqing's fault.

Zhou Shiran stopped crying after being comforted by several people: It's finally over.

Song Qingqing, who was sweeping the floor nearby, listened openly to a few people slandering her. The curses they said were really nasty.