This is Miyachi Ruo's ship, and now the controller of the ship is his subordinate Gong Nanmu, and the ship is not very big, and it is too low-key. Miyatsuki sat in the room, in a space that was too small for his height, and he was waiting for the organization's response. On the second day of the river, at the junction of the river and the sea, the organization sent a ship, a huge ship, which would take him to the territory of the organization. But what he didn't expect was that his main womb pool was now on this ship.

Gong Shu also came over and answered in person, Gong Nanmu stiffened his head, straightened his clothes, and boarded the boat to meet his terrible master. Gong Shu was parallel to him, and did not reveal a word.

If Miyachi came in person, it was naturally to coerce. Gong Nanmu pushed open the hatch and knelt on the floor without saying a word. This is an extraordinarily low-luxury room, the furnishings are made of rosewood, carved with classical patterns, and smell faint and dark. Gong Nanmu only felt depressed and didn't dare to raise his head.

Gong Chiruo closed his eyes and slept on the couch under the window, he was dressed in a black robe, silk fabric, and the sleeves on his knees were delicately embroidered in dark gold, which was an ancient back, and his long hair was like a black waterfall, which had never been tied up.

Only those around him knew how dangerous he had to be.

Gong Chiruo turned over to face him and glanced at him very lightly, he probably just woke up, and he didn't have any interest in talking about something else, so he asked directly, "How are things?" This is your last chance. ”

Gong Nanmu lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "The old slippery head who leaked the core, the rest of the Ye Clan's gang members are cleaned up, and they can be exchanged for fresh blood." He waited for some time, and when he looked up, his master was looking at him with a smile, and when his eyes met, he looked away, gave birth to a white palm like jade, and pointed to the coffee table on the beveled edge.

Gong Nanmu knelt down and poured him tea. He drank tea before sitting up and smiled, "You said Ye Yuan ran away?" ”

"Yes."

The young man on the couch snorted coldly, and the teacup in his hand suddenly smashed to his feet, snapped, and fell to pieces, and his voice sounded, indifferent and low, "Dare to come back after running away, Nanmu, I spoil you too much." ”

Gong Nanmu knelt at his feet, and under his eyes were the sunken wooden feet of red sandalwood, and the feet of his master in simple cloth shoes. He stared silently at the dark lines on the vamp, and said nothing.

If Gong Chi wanted to be angry, he gave him a slap and let him go. Gong Nanmu got up, knowing that this meant to spare him, the man who was nearly two meters tall respectfully retreated, looking at him willingly accepting the punishment.

During dinner in the evening, Gong Nanmu, who had received forty lashes, appeared silently at the door of the room, without even wiping the medicine, and stayed far away with the bloody breath on his back. Gong Chiruo glanced at him coldly, and suddenly lost his appetite, threw the porcelain bowl, and his tone was not good, "What else do you have to do?" ”

"There are still two victims left on the boat." He knew it would never be wise to mention the two men at such a juncture. When Tou Gongchi was annoyed that he hadn't gotten rid of the Ye family's old fox, he would probably throw the poor two into the sea to feed the sharks. He has been punished, and there is no reason for the two of them to live, so pull you to die.

As a result, Gong Chiruo smiled, full of anger, "Forty lashes are not convinced, right?" He looked at Gong Nanmu carefully, "Your temperament has not been smoothed out for me so far." ”

"The subordinates don't dare." Gong Nanmu said in a low voice.