"Old lady, the young master is back."

Zhongli Menghan sighed, sure enough, Qingqu didn't succeed?

This is not only Lin Qingqu's meaning, but also Zhongli's dream.

But after all, you have to obey the opinions of the majority, and the Zhongli family has to do this every time they replace the young master.

"Yiling, help me back to my room."

The beautiful apricot eyes were hooked, and he skillfully held up Zhongli Menghan's hand, ignoring the gaze of the three elders.

The third elder was not angry, it was too late for him to be happy now.

Yiling is the best of the remaining young children, both in theory and time.

People are all grass on the wall, and the fall of this young master is certain.

"According to the rules, I will hand over the power of the house."

Zhong Liyuan put things on the table without being humble or arrogant, and his gaze swept over the gloating faces of the group below.

Third Elder: "In that case, don't blame us for ignoring the old feelings!" ”

Fifth Elder: "Young Master, oh no, it's not a Young Master now!" Do you go on your own, or do you have someone take you away? ”

Zhong Liyuan neither laughed nor was angry, he saw the true colors of these people more than ten years ago.

"There is only one condition, my subordinates are the best people, and I don't want them to be annihilated because of me."

The butler replied, "In fact, every time there is a change of owner, there will be good people. It's just that they have to start from the bottom over. ”

Two people walked in from outside the door, burly, in stark contrast to Zhong Liyuan.

Zhong Liyuan understood what they meant, and walked towards the gray room.

"Young master, offend!"

One of the two masked men grabbed one wrist and cuffed it with dark red rust.

The whole person is in the shape of a "big" character on the masonry wall.

The iron cuffs were slowly tightened, and fine iron needles sprouted on the inside, and several piles of blood quickly gathered on the soles of the feet.

"Hah, I seem to be missing something?"

The white-haired Mori walked in through the door, and the white shirt on his body did not match the darkness inside.

"It is worthy of being a young master, and now it is a former young master. How does it feel? ”

Sen asked with a chuckle as he brought his face to him.

"Not bad." Zhong Liyuan looked into his eyes.

Sen nodded, "That's good, otherwise I'm afraid you won't even survive the first seven days." ”

"Well, it's the first time I've seen such an abundance of torture instruments."

Zhong Liyuan watched coldly as his fingers slid across the blood-stained objects on the side.

"Are you going to leave after the condolences?"

Sen's eyes fell on the whip on the very edge, a whip made from the snake king caught in the forest.

This snake was caught by Zhong Liyuan himself.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to see me every day for the next fourteen days, and today is only the first day. You said that this snake king who has been in the snake for more than ten years hates you so much. ”

Looking at the person who walked slowly with a whip, Zhongli Yuan closed his eyes.

Also, thirteen days.

There was a dull sound of whips falling on his body from the next door, and the man cocked his legs and jaws in boredom.

Counting lightly in his mouth, his fingers followed lightly on the chair,