Murong Li deliberately showed a hint of pity and sighed, "Uncle Wang is about to die, and his brain is not good. You use Qing Yao as the cornerstone of the formation, you want to share your life with him, presumably you have already done something to him, you should be half of each other, right? ”

His eyes widened and he was dumbfounded.

Murong Li was not the slightest bit merciful to him, and continued, "Since this is the case, then Uncle Wang, do you think that if you are dead now, will Qingyao still be alive?" ”

His face was completely discolored.

The corners of his mouth were already bleeding, but he couldn't hold back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently.

He choked on his own blood and coughed desperately, in pain.

Murong Li shook his head and sighed deliberately, "I heard that Uncle Wang, you have been very romantic in your life, and you have had many children, but those children were either sacrificed by you, or killed by you and refined into a Twelve Yuanchen Array...... Of the only two remaining children, one was used by you to form a contract of life and death with Su Yuniang for you, and Su Yuniang died, and the child also died for you; And the other one, you personally used a secret method to refine half of your body, and now that you die, he will have to die with you—"

He smiled lightly, "Uncle Wang, look, this is your life, you should have a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren, and your descendants will be all over the world, but you yourself killed your children one by one, and there is no one left." So, you tossed yourself into a person who had no children and grandchildren, and no one gave you incense and burned paper when you died...... It's pitiful, pitiful. ”

Murong Zhen stared at Murong Li hatefully, didn't hold back, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

He couldn't describe the sorrow and remorse that came out of his soul at the moment.

If his child is killed by someone else, although his heart hurts, he can hate others, and this hatred can dilute the pain in his heart a little.

But so many of his children were all killed by himself, and he himself had made himself a desperate family with no children and grandchildren, and he had no one to hate, so this heartache and sorrow could only be borne by himself.

His heart ached, and his eyes were in a trance.

He seemed to have seen the picture of himself dying in the Qing Mansion without anyone collecting his body, the vultures in the sky would fall on him and gnaw his flesh, the stray wild dogs would run in and bite his bones, and his corpse would be broken and scattered in a filthy and smelly desolate corner, with no one to collect it......

Even if the people of the royal family would erect a well-dressed mound for him in order to maintain his reputation as a dignified prince, it would not make him feel comforted.

After a few decades, other people's graves are clean, and from time to time there are sacrifices placed and future generations to cry, and the weeds in front of his grave grow wildly and cover his grave and no one cares about it, and when the grave collapses, no one repairs it, snakes and rats will burrow into it to make nests, and he has no soul to return to......

A large mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and with intense sorrow and remorse, he took his last breath.

His eyes didn't close.

He didn't blink an eye.

Murong Li quietly looked at Murong Zhen's wide open eyes, his fingers moved, and finally he didn't stretch out and close his eyes for him.

Let him die without turning a blind eye.

He has done many evils, and if he closes his eyes, how can those whom he has killed be able to close their eyes?

He turned around and stopped looking at the dead man and walked towards She Changsheng.

Meow Seventeen had been obediently squatting on She Changsheng's palm, and when she saw Murong leaving, she jumped over and threw herself into his arms, sighing, "How can I die so easily, I still want to make up for it myself and avenge my eldest uncle." ”