"Young master, young master, you are about to wake up, you are lying motionless on the bed, don't scare Dongmei!"

"Woo woo ......" "woo woo...... Young master, don't scare Dongmei, wake up quickly, Dongmei is not scared. ”

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There was a call in the silence of the room, mixed with whining sobs. A sweet-looking, about fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl lying on a luxurious and luxurious big bed is sobbing in a low voice, sometimes calling a sentence, the delicate little face is crying pear blossoms with rain, a heartbroken, pitiful appearance, people are looking at the pity.

The huge room was quiet, only Dongmei's whining sobs, and the room was very quiet.

On the exquisite and luxurious big bed, a pale face, delicate facial features, and a quiet young man lay there quietly.

The futon made of precious ferret fur covers the body, only one head is exposed, the sword eyebrows are starry, quiet and indifferent, and anyone looks like they are asleep, and they look very peaceful. It seems that Dongmei was afraid of making noise to her young master's sleep, so she suddenly stopped sobbing, and the room seemed more and more quiet, and the quiet was that the needle drop could be heard, and even breathing could be heard.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......" Outside the house, the wind was blowing, and the half-closed doors and windows in the house were blowing, "banging".

"Sister Chuncao, you look at the young master, I'll go close the doors and windows, it's windy, it's a little cold, be careful that the young master wakes up and catches a cold!" Dongmei got up and explained to the sluggish Chuncao, and then gently moved the lotus step to close the door and window tightly.

"Hmmm......"

Chuncao just instinctively responded, her eyes were empty, she raised her head and looked around numbly without any movement, at this moment, her heart was already dead, only instinct remained.

The master died and the slave died, the young master died, and Chuncao and Dongmei, who were personal maids, also had to be buried with them, this was the rule and fate, but she really didn't want to die.

"Squeak!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful middle-aged beautiful woman wearing light makeup entered the exquisite bedroom surrounded by several maidservants. As soon as the middle-aged beautiful woman entered the room, her eyes were attracted by the quiet young man on the luxurious big bed, so she walked directly to the head of the bed and looked at the young man on the bed in a daze.

"Madame!"

"The slave has seen the lady. Seeing the middle-aged beauty wearing a palace dress and a somewhat haggard face, Chuncao and Dongmei hurriedly got up and greeted.

And behind the middle-aged beauty is a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, not angry and arrogant, and wearing a brocade robe. The strong man has a strong physique, like an iron tower, and walks loudly, when Chuncao and Dongmei saw this person, the head that had just been raised was lowered again, and the person who rushed to do a good fortune greeted him respectfully.

"The slave has seen the master!"

"Get up!"

The strong man replied lightly, and then glanced at the young man on the bed.

"Qing'er, hasn't he woken up yet?" The middle-aged beauty waved her hand a little weakly, lifted the sand curtain on the tent lotus, looked at the young man who seemed to be asleep, and then muttered to herself with some self-deprecation: "Qing'er is dead, how can she wake up!"

The young man lying quietly on the bed, a day ago, after the consultation of many famous doctors in Blackwater City, even the immortal masters in the mansion have come to see him, Ning Qing is dead, his soul is out of his body, his heart is broken, even if the immortals come, they have no power to return to the sky, but they don't believe it, it's just that a few young people went to explore an ancient ruin, how could they suddenly die violently, that is, the magic doctor and immortal master in the mansion didn't have time to treat the soul and returned to the sky.

"Madame......"

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at the quiet and peaceful face of the young man on the bed, knowing that it was impossible for her to wake up, her heart hurt inexplicably, her head was dizzy, her body was in a trance, and she slowly fell to the edge of the bed.

"Madam, please mourn, Qing'er is already gone!" The burly middle-aged man hugged the middle-aged beauty, his heart ached inexplicably, and a gloomy color appeared on his face, and he took the middle-aged beauty into his arms, and comforted softly through the pain. The beloved son died tragically, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and Ning Zhongtian hated it in his heart.

"Woo...... You have no conscience, how did you become a father, you are still the lord of a city, and you can't even protect a son. ”

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, you didn't protect Qing'er, woo woo ......"

The burly middle-aged man didn't say that it was okay, but this persuasion, the middle-aged beauty couldn't control her emotions, tears flowed, crystal tears like broken beads connected into a line, sliding down from the smooth jade cheeks, her hand kept patting the other party's broad shoulders, whimpering and sobbing.

"Cry...... It would be better to cry!" The burly man took the middle-aged beautiful woman into his arms and comforted him softly.

"It's me who is not good, it is I who is not good, it is because my husband did not protect Qing'er, so that he was poisoned by gangsters. However, don't worry, madam, I will definitely find out the black hand behind the scenes and break it into thousands of pieces to comfort Qing'er's soul in the sky. ”

The burly middle-aged man comforted the middle-aged beauty in his arms softly, and an astonishing aura appeared on his face, and the terrifying cold light disappeared in a flash, and then returned to calm.

Ning Zhongtian, in the remote Heishui City of the Great Qin Empire, as a city lord, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, it is definitely the earth emperor who is under one person and above ten thousand people, he smells the smell of conspiracy from his son's death, the ancient ruins of his son's accident, he has also seen the ruins of Ning Qing's accident, and there is nothing abnormal, with Ning Qing's wit and skill, plus the family guard, it is impossible for him to be killed. But the fact happened, which shows that the person behind it is planning to do something to his Ning family.

"Boom!" A thunderbolt woke up Ning Zhongtian from his thoughts, the wind blew again outside the house, the wind was blowing, the door that had just been closed was blown open by the wind, hitting the wall and making a "bang" sound, the silver arc cut through the sky, illuminating the heaven and the earth is a piece of translucent, everyone in the room unconsciously closed their eyes, and the eyes were all white, at this moment, there was only one white between heaven and earth.

The thunder sounded, the wind outside the house was fierce, the doors and windows were blown chaotically, and the maidservants in the house were hurriedly going to close the doors and windows, and at the moment when everyone in the house fell into chaos, a silver light fell with the silver lightning, and suddenly did not enter the eyebrows of the young man lying quietly on the bed. What everyone didn't notice was that with the silver light submerging, the young man named Ning Qing suddenly opened his closed eyes, and then quietly closed them, and the room returned to calm.