But he was soft-hearted towards her, just like he did with Chu Li, and he still refused to hurt her in the slightest.

She is not Chu Li, she is Lan Qingchuan who is trying to escape him. He never admitted it, he was afraid that he loved her, and she hated him.

"Gong Shu!" He snorted, his fingers trembling, "Untie her chains and let her go!" ”

Let her go, he said it three times, gritting his teeth.

Xue Tuanzi ran to his couch and called, Gong Chiruo looked at its fangs, threw a porcelain cup and said, "Poor thing, your master is gone, what are you calling me." She didn't want you for a long time, what the hell are you? ”

The dog barked, but he didn't leave.

If Miyachi lies back on the pillow, it seems that all his strength has been used.

He doesn't like dogs. When I was a child, a dog broke into the yard by chance, and it seemed to be a shepherd dog raised by a peripheral family. The dog is quite spiritual, and if the young palace likes it very much, he finds food to feed it himself, and does not care about being scratched by it. The dog has an owner, and no matter how good he is to it, it will go. So Miyachiruo was angry and asked his old butler to tie it up. The dog went on a hunger strike and was so thin that only its fur remained. Later, he finally relented and let it go.

The lonely environment caused his distorted personality, and if Miyachi was hurt by loneliness when he was a child, he was still bruised all over his body after many years.

He is still the child who will secretly hide when he sees beautiful things, even if it is not his own, he must hold it tightly in his hands. But after all these years, he doesn't seem to have gotten anything.

Just one Chu Li was enough to make him happy.

But after all, it's not his.

If Gong Chi let him go, Gong Nanmu would not let her go. He has always been disobedient, especially in matters related to Lan Qingchuan.

Gong Shu was obedient, and without saying a word, she untied the chains on her feet. This mixed-race teenager has matured a lot, and his eyes are so deep that he can't see through anything. Lan Qingchuan didn't care about these things, he just walked forward, his steps were weak, and he looked like he might fall down at any time.

Gong Shu walked with her through the corridor in the garden, and saw that Gong Nanmu was still following, frowning, "Don't you understand the master's order?" ”

Gong Nanmu had a hideous face, and a dagger appeared as soon as his hand flipped over. He said coldly, "Gong Shu, you'd better not stop me." The master did everything for this woman. Have you seen any injuries he's suffered over the years?! I'll solve this woman, silent, there will be no movement, and no one will know. ”

He didn't know that Gong Chi Ruo had just arranged Gong Shu, and the meaning was self-evident, that is, to prevent him from doing anything to hurt Lan Qingchuan. Even the shot that blocked him for Lan Qingchuan at that time, he guarded against him, Gong Nanmu, take her. You'd better not take matters into your own hands. He was not lightly injured, and he was able to calmly order him, his face was only whiter, but there was no expression.

Looking at those dead gray eyes, Gong Nanmu only felt sad.

He wanted her to die, but he didn't give it up after all.

It doesn't matter, he Gong Nanmu came to help him.

Gong Shu frowned, but he naturally didn't like anyone who disobeyed and fought against Gong Chiruo, such as Lan Qingchuan in front of him. However, Miyachi Ruo's order, he will never disobey.

Gong Shu and Gong Nanmu made a few moves, and they kept guarding against his sharp dagger.

Lan Qingchuan stopped. Gong Nanmu was tall after all, and as soon as he stretched out his arm, he separated Gong Shu and walked forward. The thin figure seemed to sense something, and without evasion, it turned straight away.

Gong Nanmu made a move, and the dagger tilted, stabbing into her shoulder, which happened to be the same as the wound of his main uterus Chi Ruo.

Lan Qingchuan took a few steps back, she really couldn't hold it anymore, and her leg bent and fell to the ground. The blood stained quickly, and she struggled to raise her eyes, and there was still a little residual consciousness in her gaze.

She gripped the hilt of the knife mockingly and pathetically, her eyes no longer focused.

"That's paying off, right? But I, Lan Qingchuan, never owe you. ”