Finally, the feast was over. The righteous son of the leader of the martial arts alliance can be regarded as having been notarized by the rivers and lakes.

After Pang Mingyi said goodbye, Cui Zhifeng closed the door of his room and looked at the Nanmu box on the table by candlelight.

I don't know if there is any mechanism.

Cui Zhifeng smiled and fumbled for the button on the box. After only touching it, he withdrew a long way.

A smell of rot mixed with the smell of blood came to my nose.

He cautiously took the candlestick and looked inside the wooden box—it was a human head, and there was a lewd smile on its face that had not had time to clean up.

Of course he knew this person, how could he not know. Cui Zhifeng gritted his teeth.

The "parent-child" who has been raised for many years is the person in front of him. A dignified and upright man, who can bear it! He can only give hush money to others, and let the wife of the alliance leader and his only son die violently.

I didn't expect to have an heir, so I inherited the love of Wulan Villa and accepted Pang Mingyi, the righteous son, so that there would be no successor.

He is the leader of the martial arts alliance, and it is inconvenient to do these things himself, so Bu Yuejiao can be regarded as solving problems for himself.

Fortunately, I didn't open the box at the banquet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to pass those martial arts people.

Cui Zhifeng breathed a sigh of relief. Opening the door and seeing that there was no one around, he closed the lid, picked up the wooden box, carried the light work, and went to the back mountain. took the fire fold, connected the human head and the wooden box, and burned it.

It's just that the hatred in my heart is not diminished in the slightest.

This Bu Yue Sect, I know too much. Cui Zhifeng's eyes narrowed, flashing with a little dissatisfaction.

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"Brother Qiansong, why should I sew this?" Xiao Luo looked at the bells and whistles embroidery in front of him, his whole head was big, and Qiansong still had to let himself get started, it was really ......

Luo'er was obedient. This is a wedding dress, and you always have to sew one or two stitches yourself. Qian Song combed his hair that was falling, hooked another strand, and rolled a small flower.

"But my eyes are all over the place, and I ...... Still dizzy!" Xiao Luo took Qian's loose hand, pouted, and his eyes were watery, which made people feel pity.

"Just two clicks, there will be embroidery girls on the left and right. Qian Song smiled while holding Xiao Luo's hand and guiding him to sew a few stitches on the wedding dress at random.

"Stop pouting, I brought you fruit juice. Qian Song asked the waiter to put away the wedding dress and took Xiao to the edge of the small table.

"Okay. Thank you, Brother Qiansong!" Xiao Luo smiled happily, his eyes were crooked, and there seemed to be a sea of stars in his eyes.

"You little conscienceless. Qian Song is always helpless in the face of Xiao Luo. In her eyes, she can't even compare to a cup of fruit juice.

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Youli came back from the banquet and directly found the poison doctor Ran.

"Doctor Ran, I'm very curious, what about your skin. Youli smiled coquettishly, and half of her forearm was directly on the neck of the poison doctor Ran.

When did the poison doctor Ran enjoy this kind of treatment, half of his face was exposed, and he was so red that he was delicate. He was speechless, and he couldn't care less about the fact that it was not "Ran Gongzi" that Youli was called, and he was almost at the mercy of others.

Youli laughed softly, and there was endless bewitchment in the laughter, which made the poison doctor dizzy. She lowered her eyes, covered all the charms, and got into her hands directly, easily unmasking the poison doctor Ran.

"You...... Don't look at ......" Poison Doctor Ran panicked, covered his face with his sleeve, and wanted to push away Youli.

"What's the matter, can't you see it?" When Youli was pestering people, how could she be easily pushed away, not to mention that the poison doctor Ran didn't have any strength.

"The face is bad...... Ugly ......" Poison Doctor Ran has been hiding, almost unable to retreat.

"I've seen the disfigured ones, inside the torture chamber, but I can't count them. Youli pouted, and a pair of eyes stared at the poison doctor Ran, straight to the bottom of her heart.

Poison Doctor Ran forgot to resist all of a sudden, and began to feel sorry for the past of the person in front of him, and let Youli brush his sleeves. When he came back to his senses, a cold hand had covered those scars, and his whole body trembled.

"Ghost ...... Youli, don't ......" Poison Doctor Ran suddenly became bold, called his name directly, and grabbed the green jade fingers that were messing with his face.

"It turns out that Doctor Ran's face is really ruined...... Youli pulled out his hand and sighed.

"I ......" Poison Doctor Ran's eyes dimmed. People in the world care about their faces, and Youli is no exception. With such a skin, anyone who sees it will be disgusted.

"I thought that Doctor Ran had cured his face. Yuli smiled with a smile on her face. This scar is not disguised, it is real, and she can tell it.

These words seem to be very inexplicable.

Poison Doctor Ran lowered his head, avoided Youli's gaze, and said no more.

I was not helpless against these scars, but when I couldn't treat them. Later, he will be cured, and he will appear in front of Youli in a clean light.

He picked up the mask that Yuli had put aside and put it back on.

Yuli narrowed her eyes and said goodbye and left.