The backyard is full of prostitutes. There are 50 big boards, and no one out of ten will survive. The dungeon is cold and damp, and if the men all covered with bruises are thrown in, not a few will survive.
"Fourth Miss!" Zhang Cheng is a straightforward man. Although the troublemaker caused him a lot of trouble, after all, he was a colleague who had been with him for more than ten years. To die like this, he felt a little uneasy.
"What, do you have any objections to my punishment?" Ye Xue sneered, picked up the whip on the coffee table and hit Zhang Cheng on the body.
The whip fell with a 'snap' sound, leaving a terrifying blood mark on Zhang Cheng's upper body.
"If you want to accompany them, I won't stop you! Our Nangong family is the largest family under the royal family of the Qinglong Empire. What's the use of keeping a guardian who has neglected his duties like this!"
"Kill them all to death!" The whip was thrown at Zhang Cheng's face. Ye Xue threw Ah Li, who was holding the cake and munching furiously, on his shoulder, stood up and left.
"Gah..." With a sound, the door of Nangong Mansion was opened from the outside. A man in purple clothes, shaking a paper fan, led a group of people and walked in.
Ye Xue turned around and looked at the door. Who is it?
"Third Master...?!" Zhang Cheng looked surprised and immediately walked to the door to salute, "My subordinate Zhang Cheng has seen 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 took a look at the injuries on Zhang Cheng's body, as well as the hanging bloody man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the female family member who was pressed on the bench with a look of horror on her face.
Finally, Nangong Xiaoyao fixed his eyes on Ye Xue, who had a cold face.
Third Master? Among the masters of the Nangong clan, apart from Nangong Wuming and Nangong Yi, the only one who can be called the master is Nangong Xiaoyao, the younger brother of Nangong Wuming's mother.
"It turns out it's the third uncle!" Ye Xue narrowed her eyes and gave a fake salute, "I heard from Dean Zhang Hu that the second uncle has not returned from the trip. How come it's not the second uncle who came back, but the third uncle?"
Nangong Xiaoyao did not answer Ye Xue's question. He crossed the crowd and walked to Ye Xue. He unfolded his paper fan. His handsome face, his stalwart body, and his romantic temperament - Nangong Xiaoyao was the only one who
It was not without reason that he was the most handsome man in the Qinglong Empire ten years ago.
"Who are you?" Although he asked this question, Nangong Xiaoyao knew exactly who Ye Xue was.
It's just that for a man who is known throughout the empire as a good-for-nothing, what he sees and what he hears are so completely different that it's really hard to ignore him.
Ye Xue raised her head half-way, and the black hair on her cheek covered the scar on her right cheek, "I haven't seen you for five years, and my third uncle has completely forgotten about Ye Xue!"
Although she was only eight years old, her face was flawless and looked like Feng Wuling, the most beautiful woman of the year, which still made Nangong Xiaoyao slightly distracted.
With such a similar face, Nangong Xiaoyao was sure that Ye Xue was Feng Wuling's daughter, but with such a disdainful look and such a cold expression... Nangong Xiaoyao sighed in his heart.
He was born a loser in his pubic area, and his stepmother was a princess, and she was far away from the capital... In such an awkward position, and in this deep mansion, if it weren't for such a fierce temperament, I would have been a pile of bones.
Thinking of Feng Wuling who died young, Nangong Xiaoyao felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He pretended to recognize Ye Xue and laughed loudly and heartily: "It turns out to be my dear little niece!"