"Sir," she looked at him coldly, her tone and eyes calm, "Wherever I go is my freedom, what does it have to do with you?"
His voice suddenly turned cold to freezing point: "Say it again"
She was not afraid at all and looked directly into his eyes: "I said, I just want to go to Rakshasa Hall to see Bu Nanxiao. You have no right... let go!" Before she could say anything, he had already grabbed her hard.
He raised his arms, and his fair skin suddenly turned red.
"Yue..." A loyal maid came to see her injury. As soon as she shouted a word, the young master cut her throat with a wave of his hand and fell to the ground dead.
This really angered Yin Haoyue, and she broke away from his hand: "Xiu Jiyin! Come to me if you have the ability, don't involve innocent people!"
"Haha" Hearing such words, Young Master Xiu laughed out loud, "You finally reacted?" But as if he thought of something again, the smile suddenly shrunk and turned into anger again, "Since you can't even take care of a little maid?"
You care, why don't you consider my feelings?"
Yin Jiaoyue smiled helplessly at such unreasonable words. He actually believed that his mood was more important than a living life. She thought she had been tempered enough to be ruthless, but in the end, she was not as good as him.
At least, she couldn't just watch the innocent people in this room being implicated by her and become the victims of his anger.
She asked him calmly: "Have you had enough trouble?"
But he asked stubbornly: "Then are you still leaving?"
Yin Haoyue was going crazy with anger, but when she saw his childish look, she burst into laughter. Perhaps only she knew that the cold and ruthless young master Xiu could sometimes act like a child in need of warmth. But in her world, early
There is no warmth anymore
Jiaoyue was afraid that his temper would implicate others, so she quickly sent away all the guards and maids. Just by looking at the relief on the faces of the slaves, she knew how unpopular the master was.
She sat back in the room and looked at his expression that seemed cold but actually quite proud. She had no choice but to glance at the branch of plum blossoms that he had just broken. She leaned over to pick up the flowers and looked at him with reproachful eyes.
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Xiu Jiyin is not a person who cares about flowers. He cares about other things: "What on earth are you going to find him for?"
"I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for him," Yin Haoyue slowly bit out three words, "Ren Celadon."