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When he saw the corpse, the little prince Tuyuan paused.
He recognized the dress.
That was Ah Zhong’s clothes.
“Dead.”
The little prince Tuyuan looked ugly.
Ah Zhong’s death was like those corpses before, with only a layer of skin left, and his body was covered with blood.
The little prince Tuyuan roared angrily and pounced on A Zhong’s body.
Xin Lin, Lu Yuan and others also stepped forward quickly.
Everyone looked complicated.
The little prince’s shoulders were slightly shaking.
Lu Yuan sighed and stepped forward and patted the little prince on the shoulder.
“Captain, I feel sorry for you.”
Xin Lin and Xiao Xin Zhuo looked around. Except for some corpses and animals that could be seen everywhere, there were no traces of the corpse souls.
It seems that Ah Zhong has been killed for a while.
The little prince did not move and stared at Ah Zhong.
“Azhong is my loyal servant, but he has followed me for nearly twenty years. When I was a child, the prince’s mansion was wiped out by his enemies overnight. It was him who carried me out of life. He was seriously injured at that time. After my master discovered it, she refined him into a corpse servant.”
The little prince whispered.
He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be remembering.
Xin Lin and others all looked surprised.
They all thought that as the disciple of the Poison Saint, the corpse servant of the little prince Tuyuan should have been captured and refined.
But unexpectedly, the little prince who seemed to have a glamorous identity also had a miserable childhood.
A Zhong is his servant, and he is also his only friend and family since he was a child.
But now, he was silent, lying on the ground and could no longer walk.
“I want to find him!”
The little prince roared, his eyes were covered in blood, and he punched the ground.
The ground was filled with stone chips, and he was breathing heavily, his eyes were full of hatred.