The backyard is full of women, fifty boards, and I don't know if one of the ten will survive; The dungeon was cold and damp, and if a man with a bruise was thrown in, he would not survive.

"Fourth Miss!" Zhang Cheng is an honest man, although the troublemakers have caused him a lot of trouble, but after all, he is a colleague who has been in the company for more than ten years, and he died like this, and he is really a little uneasy.

"What, you have an opinion about my punishment?" Ye Xue sneered, lifted the whip on the coffee table and hit Zhang Cheng's body.

A whip fell, and there was a 'snap', leaving a terrifying blood mark on Zhang Cheng's upper body.

"If you want to go with them, I won't stop you! Our Nangong family is the number one family under the royal family of the Qinglong Empire, so what is the use of keeping such a dereliction of duty! ”

"Kill them all!" The whip was thrown in Zhang Cheng's face, and Yexue threw Ahri, who was holding the pastry and gnawing wildly, on his shoulder, and got up to leave.

With a "......", the gate of Nangong Mansion was opened from the outside. A man in purple with a paper fan led a group of people and walked in.

Yexue turned and looked at the gate. Who is it?

"Third master......?!" Zhang Cheng looked surprised, and immediately walked to the door again to salute, "Subordinate Zhang Cheng has seen the third master!" ”

"Zhang Cheng, get up!" Nangong Xiaoyao helped Zhang Cheng up and said, "You are my old subordinate, you don't have to be so polite." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the injuries on Zhang Cheng's body, as well as the bloody person who was hanging, who didn't know life and death, and the female dependent who was pressed on the bench with a frightened look.

In the end, Nangong Xiaoyao fixed his eyes on Ye Xue, who had a cold face.

The third master? Among the masters of the Nangong clan, in addition to Nangong Wuming and Nangong Yi, there is only one younger brother of Nangong Wuming's mother, Nangong Yao.

"It turned out to be the third uncle!" Ye Xue narrowed her eyes and pretended to salute, "I heard that Dean Zhang Hu is the second uncle who went out and didn't return, why didn't he come back from the second uncle, but the third uncle?" ”

Nangong Xiaoyao didn't answer Ye Xue's question, he crossed the crowd, walked in front of Ye Xue, unfolded the paper fan, handsome face, plus that majestic body, plus that **** temperament - Nangong Xiaoyao was only the most beautiful man in the Qinglong Empire ten years ago, not without reason.

"Who are you?" Having asked like this, what is the identity of the actual night snow, Nangong Xiaoyao has a number in his heart.

It's just that the people who are famous for the waste materials of the empire, what they see and what they hear, are so different that people really dare not say anything.

Ye Xue half-tilted her head, and the black hair on her cheeks covered the scar on the right side of her face, "I haven't seen you for five years, and the third uncle has forgotten all about Ye Xue!" ”

Although he was only eight years old, he was flawless, and his face resembled that of the first beauty of the year, Feng Wuling, still made Nangong Xiaoyao slightly distracted.

With such a similar face, Nangong Xiaoyao can be sure that Ye Xue is Feng Wuling's daughter, but with such an inferior look and such a cold look...... Nangong Xiaoyao sighed in his heart.

was born with dantian waste materials, and her stepmother is a princess, and she is far away from the capital...... In such an embarrassing situation, and in this deep mansion compound, if it weren't for such a sharp temperament, I'm afraid it would have been a pile of bones.

Thinking of Feng Wuling, who died early, Nangong Xiaoyao felt a pain in his heart. He pretended to recognize Yexue, and laughed heartily: "It turned out to be my dear little niece!" ”