Chapter 967 It’s time to settle the accounts.
"No! Daddy!" Ximen Yinshuang screamed miserably when she saw her father turned into an ice sculpture.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her delicate makeup was instantly washed away, making her look disheveled.
Suddenly, Ximen Yinshuang seemed to remember something, and a fierce look flashed across her eyes.
She suddenly pulled out a poisoned dagger from her sleeve and rushed towards Ji Lier frantically: "Ximen Li, I will kill you, bitch!"
Su Chenyin was shocked and was about to stop Ximen Yinshuang, but was stopped by Jun Yijue.
Jun Yijue didn't want to dirty her hands, so he took the initiative to attack.
A golden light flashed, and Ximen Yinshuang flew out like a kite with a broken string, and crashed heavily into the screen wall.
Ximen Yinshuang was spitting blood, but she still stared at Jun Yijue without giving up: "Why?"
She raised her finger and pointed at Su Chenyin resentfully: "Why did you choose this bitch? I am obviously more beautiful than her, more..."
"Why choose me?" She was interrupted by Su Chenyin before she could finish her words.
Su Chenyin slowly walked up to her and squatted, lifting her chin with his fingertips with a smile.
Under the moonlight, Ximen Yinshuang's face was as pale as a ghost, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was like a winding little snake.
"Not to mention that my cultivation talent is higher than yours, just in terms of appearance, are you sure you are prettier than me?" Su Chenyin looked at Ximen Yinshuang sarcastically.
Ximen Yinshuang widened her eyes and wanted to refute, but her throat was blocked and she couldn't utter a word.
"Besides, Jue has never seen you, let alone knows you. Why do you think he would like a vicious and sick person like you?"
"You know what?" Su Chenyin sneered, "The most tragic thing about you is not your viciousness, but that you will never understand until you die why no one loves you."
After saying that, Su Chenyin pointed a finger at Ximen Yinshuang's brow, destroying all her cultivation.
Ximen Yinshuang collapsed to the ground instantly.
Her eyes were empty as she stared straight into the sky, and her lips moved but no sound came out.
Sima Lan witnessed her husband turning into an ice sculpture and her daughter lying there lifeless like a useless person. Her spirit finally collapsed completely.
She knelt on the ground and kowtowed, her forehead bleeding: "Please spare my life, please spare my life, this was all Ximen Lie's idea, it has nothing to do with me."
"It's really a disaster, the husband and wife are going their separate ways." Mu Xin couldn't help but complain in his heart when he saw this.
Yu Zhiyan frowned in disgust: "If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?"
Finally, she turned to look at Su Chenyin and asked, "Chenyin, how should we deal with these people?"
Su Chenyin's eyes fell on Ji Li'er and she said softly, "Sister Li'er, this is your family affair. It's up to you to decide."
Ji Lier raised her head and her eyes fell on the mansion that had once carried her nightmares for fifteen years.
The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the pavilions and towers, making them look so gorgeous, but it could not cover up the decay and darkness inside the mansion.
Ji Lier walked to the edge of the blood pool and bent down to pick up a jade hairpin at the bottom of the pool.
The head of the jade hairpin was still stained with dark red blood, which looked particularly dazzling under the moonlight.
Ji Lier held the jade hairpin tightly, her fingers trembling slightly.
This jade hairpin was the same one that Ximen Yinshuang had used to pierce Yunniang's throat.
Before she died, Yunniang hid it in her sleeve and did not let go until she was thrown into the pool of blood.
"Now, it's time to settle the accounts." Ji Lier turned around and looked at Ximen Yinshuang, who looked as pale as death.
Icy spiritual energy circulated around her body, and with every step she took, a layer of frost formed on the ground beneath her feet.
Ximen Yinshuang looked at Ji Lier who was walking towards her in horror.
When her eyes fell on the jade hairpin in Ji Lier's hand, her pupils suddenly contracted and her face became paler than paper.
"No...don't..." Her voice trembled, full of fear and despair.
She struggled to crawl backwards, leaving a trail of blood on the ground, and the blood stained her clothes red.
"Sister, I was wrong. I don't want your heart anymore. Please forgive me..."
Ximen Yinshuang begged for mercy desperately, her voice filled with tears and snot covering her entire face.
"It's not my fault, it's all Daddy's fault. He said your heart could cure my illness, so I believed him."
Ximen Yinshuang cried and tried to absolve herself of the blame.
Ji Lier sneered, and the cold light in her eyes became even colder: "Ximen Yinshuang, you are still lying when you are about to die."
"They do deserve to die, but the one who deserves to die the most is you! Ximen Yinshuang, you are the mastermind behind all this."
She squatted down and gently stroked Ximen Yinshuang's cheek with a jade hairpin, leaving a tiny blood mark.
"No! No!" Ximen Yinshuang shook her head in horror. The coldness from the tip of the hairpin made her tremble all over.
"Daddy said that if I could just transfer your heart to my body, my illness would be completely cured and my cultivation talent would also be improved. I just...just..."
"Just what?" Ji Li'er grabbed her neck fiercely, "My mother begged you to let me go, but you instigated the Ximen clan leader and your mother to poison and secretly harm my mother?"
"Just when Yunniang begged you for mercy, asking you to let me go, you stabbed this hairpin into her throat with your own hands?"
Ji Lier's voice seemed to come from hell, cold and full of hatred.
"When I was locked up in a dark cell without sunlight, you cut my wrists every day, drank my blood, and ate pills made from my heart's blood to enjoy my pain?"
As she said this, she gripped Ximen Yinshuang's neck with increasing force.
Ximen Yinshuang's breathing became more and more rapid.
Her face turned pale due to lack of oxygen, her eyes bulged out, and she was filled with fear.
"Please, sister. For the sake of our sisterly love over the years, please let me go..."
"Shut up!" Ji Lier interrupted Ximen Yinshuang's plea for mercy, "Are you qualified to talk to me about sisterly love?"
The jade hairpin in her hand pierced Ximen Yinshuang's heart without hesitation, "You are not worthy of calling me sister, you are not worthy of my forgiveness, and you are even less worthy of begging for mercy!"
Ximen Yinshuang widened her eyes and looked at the jade hairpin on her chest in disbelief.
Blood gushed out from Ximen Yinshuang's chest, staining her clothes red.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ximen Yinshuang's head tilted, her eyes closed, and she died.
Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted her head, and died.
"Shuang'er! My Shuang'er!" Sima Lan let out a heart-wrenching wail.
She watched her daughter die tragically before her eyes, her originally graceful face distorted beyond all recognition.
Ji Lier walked slowly towards Sima Lan, and with every step she took, Sima Lan retreated an inch.
Sima Lan watched Ji Lier approaching step by step, and the fear in his heart grew stronger.
"Ximen Li, you bastard!" Sima Lan suddenly jumped up, pulled out a golden hairpin from his hair and stabbed Ji Li'er, "You actually killed my Shuang'er, I will beat you to death!"
Ji Li'er was prepared. She dodged sideways and slapped Sima Lan on the chest.
The ice spiritual power instantly invaded Sima Lan's heart, and Sima Lan's movements came to an abrupt stop.
Sima Lan looked down at the frost spreading across his chest, his eyes full of disbelief.
"you you……"
Sima Lan's lips trembled, but he could not utter a complete word.
Her face quickly turned gray and her lips instantly lost their color, turning into a heart-wrenching purple.
She fell down stiffly, but her last eyes were still fixed in the direction of her daughter.