"If I don't let you go, you won't be able to leave."
Xia Zibing's words were gentle and indifferent, but every word and every sentence had a strong power to shock the woman's ears.
The woman stopped and her words were full of impatience, but she was still tough: "If you ask me who is the instigator behind the scenes, then do it!"
I saw Xia Zibing smiling, who was behind the scenes? Even if the woman didn't say it, she would have guessed it. Today, she returned home in glory, and perhaps she was the one who was most dissatisfied.
"The butterfly spots on your face are not birthmarks, they are poison."
Xia Zibing changed the topic and smiled confidently.
The woman was stunned and immediately became interested: "How do you know? Can you figure it out?"
Girls all love beauty, and Xia Zibing understands this very well. Therefore, she is confident that the girl will be interested when she hears it.
"I want you to serve me faithfully for three years!"
Xia Zibing's words of certainty caused some uncertainty in the woman's heart.
Siwangfu, beside the lotus pond
When the moon is high in the sky, ripples follow the waves. At night, it is as still as still water.
Beside the lotus pond, a weak figure wearing a lotus green and white gown was wandering alone.
Suddenly, a gust of wind fell. A woman fell to the ground with the wind. Dressed in night clothes, the wind blew up, carrying with her an innate murderous aura.
"Miss Qinghong, is the matter done?" Seeing Mo Qinghong, Xia Yurou hurried over with a smile on her face.
"Yes!" The masked woman nodded lightly, perhaps thinking that this was Mo Qinghong's usual style, but Xia Yurou did not think so.
It was just a simple word, but it made Xia Yurou's heart leap for a while. That bitch Xia Zibing was finally dead. This money was well spent.
But he didn't realize that, through the scarf, the cold smile of the masked woman was still so chilling.
"You won't be able to see her for a while!" The masked woman pressed closer and closer. Her cold eyes almost made Xia Zibing suffocate. If eyes could kill, this woman would die invisible.
"Miss Qinghong, why did it take a while?" Xia Yurou asked tremblingly despite the fear in her heart.
"It was meant to be forever." The woman's words contained no warmth.
Xia Yurou was very confused about the woman's words, but she didn't know how to ask.
After saying that, he had already pulled up Xia Yurou's clothes, and heard a crisp sound. Xia Yurou suddenly fell to the ground.
The masked woman stepped forward and stepped on Xia Zibing's chest. She explained coldly: "But because I want to keep you here for a few more days, this time is just a small lesson."
In the quiet night, the woman's domineering words made the night even more strange.
Xia Yurou now understood that what she said about not seeing her for a while was because the woman wanted her to lie on the bed next.
"I paid you to do things for me." Xia Yurou was confused. She obviously spent more than a thousand taels of gold. In the end, she was beaten up and even threatened to kill herself.
"But I regret it now. The little money you have is not enough for me to drink some wine." The masked woman kicked Xia Yurou fiercely, and she was extremely cruel. There was no tendency to show mercy.
"Ah!" I don't know how many times such a scream sounded in the night. Until finally, Xia Yurou had no strength to even scream, and the masked woman stopped.
The place Xia Yurou chose was so good. After so long, no one came to save her. It was so secretive.
After the beating and kicking, the masked woman wiped her hands happily and left. The woman took off her hijab, revealing a delicate but thin face in the night.
She soared into the air and quietly returned to Bingyu Pavilion. Xia Yurou could not have imagined that the woman with cold eyes and words like a knife just now was not Mo Qinghong, but Xia Zibing.
Beside the lotus pond, Xia Yurou was lying on the ground like a dead dog. Below was a pool of blood, which was extremely pitiful.