She comes from the civilized world, life is paramount, so many lives are lost because of her, who knows that she will have nightmares every night, and hear the cries of those innocent people every night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They are not wrong, it is she who is wrong, it is she who is worried about revealing her identity, and it is her greed for life and fear of death that will kill them.

Zhou Yunxuan clenched Wei An's hand again, his warm and thick palm wrapped Wei An's slightly trembling hand, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes when he looked at Wei An.

He was with her every night, how could he not know the pain in her heart.

Wei An insisted on going, but Wen Xin resolutely disagreed with her going, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to condense.

"Maybe anyone can not go, send a letter to Rong Ling, and ask him to hand over the antidote." After Mandong finished speaking, everyone looked at her like a ghost.

Rong Ling is not a fool, how could he send an antidote just because of a letter.

"Don't you think Rong Ling has a problem here?" After speaking, Mandong pointed to his head, and continued: "He has done so many things that cannot be explained by common sense, why don't we follow his train of thought this time, maybe he will send the antidote." ”

"Yes, it's just a letter, and you can't lose anything." If you send them, you will have hope that you will get the antidote without fighting, and if you don't send it, there will definitely be no hope.

Yes, it's just a letter, and nothing is lost.

Seeing that Wen Xin and Wei An calmed down and didn't quarrel to deal with Rong Ling, everyone's hearts were slightly relieved.

But as long as Hao'er doesn't wake up for a day. Sooner or later, Wen Xin and Wei An will still go to Rong Ling, it's just a matter of time.

The situation is so dangerous, no one has the idea of giving up on Hao'er.

Rong Ling slowly returned to the Rong Mansion. Looking at the lifeless mansion, my heart became more and more dissatisfied.

The place is small, the people are stayy, and it is not fun at all, if it weren't for the need for Rong Ling's identity, he wouldn't stay in this place like a chicken coop.

The Rong family has been vigorously procured by the housekeeper, and the scenery has long been restored. It is even more magnificent than the original Rong Mansion, and the Yahuan in the house does not say that there is one person standing in three steps, but one person standing in ten steps can still do it.

The entire Chunyang City can be compared to the Rong Mansion. I'm afraid there is only the City Lord's Mansion.

After Aunt Zi died, there were a few more women around Rong Ling, but they didn't have the identity of aunts, and they only became girls.

No one dared to complain in front of Rong Ling. They went from euphoria at the beginning to panic now. Every night is the beginning of their nightmares.

The housekeeper held a letter in his hand and stood in front of the door of Rong Ling's room, he didn't dare to do anything bad to Rong Ling at this time before, but because of the extraordinary identity of the owner who sent the letter, he had to come here at the risk of being punished.

There was a faint whimper of women in the room, and it was still a few women, the moon in the sky had already hung high, and there was no sound of insects all around. All you could hear was the rustle of leaves in the wind, and the hoarse whimper. It's like a lonely ghost walking at night.

Knowing that something was happening in the room that could make people blush, the butler did not have a trace of excitement on his face, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his legs under the gray robe couldn't stop shaking.

Rong Ling heard the knock on the door, moved slowly, and held the whip with silver light in his hand one by one, and four or five unwielding women on the ground knelt down in a panic and crawled to both sides, making way for Rong Ling.

Several women were beaten with blood stains on their bodies, and Rong Ling ordered them not to scream, but they couldn't help but let out painful whimpering.

The door opened, and into his eyes was Rong Ling's smooth chest, his neckline was wide open, the jade belt around his waist was tilted, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his cheeks.

The butler was awakened in an instant, and he didn't care about anything else, so he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Young master, the Hades King sent someone to deliver a message, the slave didn't mean to disturb the young master's good deeds, and asked the young master to spare the minion, spare the minion." The butler's forehead touched the ground tightly, and after a while, Rong Ling smelled blood.

"Give me the letter and get out." An impatient voice sounded above the butler's head.

The hand holding the silver leather whip slowly took the letter handed by the butler, no longer caring about the increasingly frightened look on the butler's face, and slowly turned to leave.

Seeing the kneeling women on both sides of the house, a trace of unhappiness flashed in Rong Ling's heart.

"Get out of here."

The faint words sounded like heaven in the ears of the women in the house, and they panicked to pick up the blood-stained clothes on the ground, and knelt backwards and left the house.

The housekeeper didn't go far, he heard the voice and looked back curiously, with a ghost-like look on his face, and he was scared out of his urine, and he didn't dare to look back, so he quickened his pace and left.

Rong Ling walked to the side of the bed with the letter, threw the silver leather whip to the ground casually, and muttered to himself with the letter.

"What does it mean to send a letter?"

After reading the letter all over the world, there was no problem, and Rong Ling opened the letter.

The handwriting in the eyes is very good-looking.

Rong Ling had investigated everything about Shangguan Ming and knew that this was a letter written by him himself, and the hand holding the letter was not as casual as just now, and his movements became light and soft, afraid that he would accidentally break the letter.

After reading the contents of the letter over and over again, the figure of Shangguan Ming appeared in Rong Ling's mind.

The words in the letter were very plain, that is, he came to ask him for the antidote to Hao'er, and the words revealed that he was the one who poisoned Hao'er.

Shangguan Ming in his mind glared at him angrily, because he was angry that his beautiful face became more and more beautiful and moving, Rong Ling took the letter and looked at the small tent set up on his body and smiled bitterly.

"How a** are you, don't I usually feed you."

Rong Ling freed his right hand and slowly stretched it down, holding the letter in his left hand, leaning on the quilt next to the bed, looking at the letter attentively, the figure of Shangguan Ming appeared in his mind, and a happy and satisfied look appeared on his face for a while.

The situation in the city lord's mansion has not changed at all, it has not changed for the better or for the worse.

"It's been three days, what the hell is going on with that Rong Ling, if you don't give an antidote, you will reply to a letter, and you are really not a normal person." If a normal person received this letter, he would have replied regardless of whether he was a murderer or not.

He can really sit still.

Mandong complained quietly, his face full of worry and looking at Ha'er on the bed.

Shangguan Ming wanted to see Rong Ling's figure at this moment, and only if he sent the antidote, Xin'er would not risk looking for him.

Rong Mansion, Rong Ling looked at the black medicinal juice in front of him, and covered his nose with a look of annoyance.

It smells so bad that you want to vomit.

Why is this body sick, obviously it has already received his ability and fused his soul, why is the body still sick, why can't all his secret methods cure this little wind cold.

This body is obviously the bloodline left behind by him, and it is different from the body of the original soul transfer, so it stands to reason that there should not be a rejection, what went wrong?

With a snap, the medicine bowl slammed into the ground and fell apart.

Rong Ling looked angry, staring at Yahuan who brought the medicine, Yahuan knelt on the ground with her legs straight and straight, lowered her head and silently picked up the broken bowl, it was really terrible for the young master to get sick.

She remembered that just this morning, she had smashed the medicine bowl five times.

Rong Ling's mother asked Yahuan to quickly clean up the house, kicked her out, and persuaded Rong Ling, who was lying on the bed with two quilts. (To be continued.) )