Ziyi held back her tears, stood up, and said coldly: "After leaving this courtyard, I will hand over the things." When she came in just now, the note handed to the man in black read, "Replace people with glass formulas", presumably the owner behind her understood what she meant, and let them meet the eldest young master first.

The man in black snorted coldly: "Hmph! You don't have to make an inch! This is not a place for you to go wild." ”

"Since there are so many of you, are you still worried about the three of us?" Ziyi retorted with a stiff neck, not to be outdone, "Or are you just a rabble, bluffing here." ”

"What a sharp-toothed girl!" said a voice in the courtyard sarcastically, "Your girl is really well-trained, and everyone around her is sharp-toothed." Let them come into the courtyard. The latter sentence was naturally for the man in black.

"Yes, master!" the man in black bowed down and agreed, kicking Mu Hai in disgust, "Okay, don't cry, hurry up and help your young master to the yard! Phew!" he spat the ground.

"Young master, young master, we are out, and the slave is supporting you. Mu Hai sniffed, looked at the red eyes of crying, and helped Zhou Wentao to walk out.

After the three of them walked out of the house, they saw three people standing in the courtyard, and because they were hidden in the shadows, they couldn't see their faces clearly. It's just that the person at the head is slender and feels somewhat familiar. The three people in purple paused for a moment, and then continued to walk forward. The man in black at the door followed them closely, lest they come up with any tricks.

They stopped when they were five paces away from Rong Jing. The familiar feeling became clearer and clearer, and Ziyi asked suspiciously, "Have we met somewhere?"

Rong Jing raised his eyebrows, glanced at Ziyi coldly, and asked sarcastically: "Didn't your girl teach you to see through and not say anything, so as not to get into trouble?"

Ziyi raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Do you know my girl?" I don't know what kind of hatred you have with the eldest young master, and you want to torture him like this?" Zi Yi became more and more angry the more he spoke, staring at Rong Jing in the shadows coldly.

"Hehe, I don't like him, so I want to teach him a lesson, that's all. Rong Jing said lazily, his hatred for Zhou Wentao was already an obsession, in the past, when he and Lan Xin were married, Zhou Wentao often put on a big brother posture, which was annoying. Also, if he hadn't been nosy and took Lan Xin away, how could he and Lan Xin have been in trouble to this point?

"You······ You ·······" Ziyi was so angry that her face turned red, and she didn't know what to say for a while? Rong Jing interrupted her coldly, and scolded impatiently: "Okay, the hour is not early, hand over the things as soon as possible." Then, in a cold voice, he warned, "Tell you, don't think about playing any tricks, clean up the three of you, but it's more than enough." ”

"Then you must promise me that when you get the things, you will let us go. Ziyi stalked his neck and looked at Rong Jing coldly and said. "Okay, don't be verbose, it's not too early, let's finish it early. Rong Jing said impatiently waving his hand.

Ziyi couldn't, so he had to take out the pre-written recipe from the other cuff. Rong Jing looked at the things in Ziyi's hand, his eyes lit up, and his breathing became short. He took it with trembling hands, his eyes widening in disbelief. It was as if he saw silver tickets dangling in front of his eyes. The value of glass, he is not unclear. It is precisely because he knows it too well that it feels unreal.

With this recipe, my father and mother no longer have to worry about silver. The Rong family is no longer a golden jade, and the rise of the Rong family is just around the corner! If he hadn't endured it deliberately, he really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh and spit out the depression of this time. "Ah!" A white light flashed, and the prescription in Rong Jing's hand floated away, he just bent down to pick it up, looked at the two fingers lying quietly on the ground, and with an "ah" sound, he sat on the ground, staring at the ground with a pale face.

In a flash of firelight, the "glass formula" that carried his countless dreams turned into ashes. He stared at the pieces of paper that were constantly being consumed by tongues of fire, and felt as if his throat was choked with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Ah, young master, young master, your finger?!" The little guy standing next to Rong Jing finally came back to his senses, looked at the bloody fingers on the ground, and then looked at Rong Jing's bleeding hands, his face turned pale with fright, and he shouted incoherently.

"Ah, young master, your hands are bleeding!" exclaimed another servant.

"What kind of person? Hurry up, what kind of hero is a hero who hurts people with hidden arrows? The man in black who followed them in purple shouted loudly into the dark night.

"I'm just a little woman, and I don't want to be a hero. A dark figure floated down from the room, giggling.

What a powerful light skill! The man in black sighed in his heart, but his face became even more solemn.

After the accident, Ziyi subconsciously hid behind Zhou Wentao, heard a familiar voice, her heart was happy, poked her head out from Zhou Wentao's back, and shouted in surprise: "Hongxuan, is it really you?!"

Hongxuan didn't greet her with a smile as usual. Didn't even look back at her. just stared at Rong Jing who was squatting on the ground, and said sarcastically: "That note has been wiped out, how long will you have to deal with it?" Looking at his bloody hands, he kindly reminded: "It's better to deal with the wound quickly, so as not to lose too much blood when you get it, and you will be embarrassed and thrown home after passing out." ”

Rong Jing raised his head, stared coldly at the culprit who was gloating, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you? How did you get here? and why did you destroy my things?!"

Hongxuan straightened her hair and snorted coldly, "Your things?" Hehe, Young Master Rong really dares to say it! That paper is the paper in my girl's study, and the ink is also my girl's inkstone, how did you get here, and it became your old man's thing, young master?"

Rong Jing's face turned red, and he stared at the person in front of him viciously. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this, he raised his eyebrows, looked at Hong Xuan with a flushed face, and said in a cold tone: "Next to your girl, it's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"