Mu Tianxue dragged a chair and sat down in front of the unconscious Mr. Yao. He played with the tea cup in his hand, and moved his deep and cold eyes to the fat pig above him, saying coldly: "Wake him up."
The cold voice, like a cold winter night, penetrated into the bone marrow. Pan Hongliang next to him suddenly trembled with shock. He shuddered involuntarily, bowed his body and stepped aside, not daring to let out a breath.
After getting the instructions, Lan Yi took a piece of cloth and stuffed it into Mr. Yao's mouth, then stood on tiptoes and stepped on the center of Mr. Yao's broken arm.
She is a martial arts practitioner, so the strength is naturally strong. In addition, she secretly uses her internal strength, how can ordinary people withstand it!!
"Well--"
A cry of pain rang out, and Young Master Yao was seen thrashing on the ground in pain. When he saw the person in front of him, he was so frightened that he crawled around on the ground, struggling to get away from Lan Yi's foot that stepped on his broken arm.
But no matter how he tried to dodge or break free, he could not escape the gravity of Lan Yi's feet. Instead, it made the wound even more painful, and blood immediately seeped out from the red-stained white silk.
He could only throw his head back and scream, crying in pain, with a gag in his mouth. Even if he wanted to scream in pain, he could only make a chilling whimper.
"Woo - who are you, let me go, let me go?" Indistinct whimpering words came out from Mr. Yao's blocked throat.
It could be seen from his blood-red eyes and twisted and ferocious face that he was suffering from piercing pain and extreme fear.
Mu Tianxue suddenly stopped playing with the teacup. She raised her hand, and Lan Yi knelt down and took off the gag from Young Master Yao's mouth.
She looked coldly at Mr. Yao, whose face was full of panic, and said in a cold voice: "I am the one who controls your life. Tell me, how do you want to die?"
Her voice was cold, but she spoke very calmly, as if she was selling cabbage to a cabbage seller. But when others heard it, it was as cold as a knife, and they were scared out of their wits.
Mr. Yao crawled on the ground and howled in pain. His fat body was like a fat pig making its last struggle before death, and could not stop shaking violently.
"You... you can't kill me. As long as you let me go and don't hurt me, it doesn't matter how much money you want. My family has plenty of money..."
Mr. Yao thought that he was here to kidnap him and extort money. He remembered that he was in the room and was about to rape Mu Wanting, whom he had long wanted to take as his concubine. While he was doing this, a dark figure broke in and knocked him unconscious.
, wake up again, in this ghost place.
Mu Tianxue let out a contemptuous "hum", with a sneer on his face, "How much money can buy your life? You have broken your arm, but you still have sex. If you dare to change your mind, I will punish you today."
Help you quit your yin and heart.”
As soon as Mu Tianxue finished speaking, the long sword in Lan Yi's hand had already been unsheathed. After the cold light flashed, a heart-rending scream echoed through the sky.
The long sword in Lan Yi's hand stabbed Mr. Yao straight at the root of his life. A bright red spurt spurted out from his legs. Lan Yi turned sharply while holding the long sword, and screamed sharply.
, Master Yao's life was completely cut off at its root.
Long Chen also quickly stepped forward to pull Mu Tianxue away from Young Master Yao, fearing that the blood sprayed out would stain Mu Tianxue's clothes and stain her eyes, "I'll leave it to Pan Shaoqing to handle, don't let it happen"
This dirty thing, filthy, filthy your eyes."
After finishing her words, she hugged Mu Tianxue and walked out of the hall, when a tragic wailing could be heard behind her.
Pan Hongliang's face was pale, and he was already covered in cold sweat from shock. Hearing Mr. Yao's heart-wrenching, unbearable pain, and screams of pain made his hair stand on end and his heart trembled.
It wasn't until Mu Tianxue and Long Chenyi disappeared into the front hall that his eyes moved to Mr. Yao's lower body, which was bleeding profusely. He unconsciously closed his legs and felt a severe pain in that part of his body.
Long Chenyi and Mu Tianxue walked out of the front hall and walked towards Jinluan Hall. They smelled the unique fragrance of flowers from a distance. The fragrance had a hint of mint, which made people feel refreshed and relaxed. It seemed that they could
The sorrow and anger in people's hearts are swept away.
The two entered the back garden of Jinluan Palace, and what they saw was a sea of purple-blue flowers. Clusters of spiritual herbs were extremely bright in the sun. The breeze blew, and the entire garden of spiritual herbs was like a deep purple wave.
The ups and downs of the layers are very beautiful.
Mu Tianxue looked at the sea of flowers in front of her in amazement. She thought it was just a small patch of lavender planted in the garden, but she didn't expect it to be so spectacular.
From a distance, lavender looks like a flower but not a flower, like a grass but not a grass. It is a cymbidium-shaped flower with smoky purple and cobalt blue flowers squeezed on the stem. The buds reveal light wing-like warm purple petals with a hint of reddish.
The beauty of being out of the dust, the beauty of dreams.
Long Chen also held Mu Tianxue's hand towards the sea of flowers and shuttled through the purple sea of flowers. "Do you like it? My husband remembers that you once said that the name of your country's spiritual herb is lavender, and the flower language is waiting for love... Sure enough,
, I waited for love for my husband!!"
A thick smile bloomed on Mu Tianxue's face, as happy as her mood at the moment.
She pulled Long Chen to a stop and wrapped her arms around his waist. She stood on tiptoes and came to his rosy thin lips, and kissed him deeply. "The flower language of lavender is waiting for love, also called love and commitment."
, in my dynasty, it symbolized eternal love, and there were many beautiful legends."
Long Chen also looked at her with a smile. "Love and commitment, eternal love, my husband likes the flower language of it very much." He lowered his head and took her fragrant red lips into his mouth, kissing her greedily, lips and teeth.
Jian said affectionately: "The flower language of lavender is my husband's promise to you. Life will never burn out, and the promise will continue."
The breeze blew gently, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the sea of flowers rippled layer by layer. The two figures in the middle of the sea of flowers relied on each other. The picture was extremely harmonious and harmonious, like a beautiful oil painting, and people couldn't bear to disturb the two of them.
Luyi stood at the entrance of the garden, and what she saw was such a beautiful and harmonious scene. Her steps to go forward involuntarily stopped.
"What are you doing standing here? Miss Third, go and tell Master Xue if you wake up?" Lan Yi just entered the Jinluan Hall and saw Lu Yi standing at the entrance of the garden without moving, so he stepped forward and patted her shoulder and asked.
"Why are you so anxious? Isn't Third Miss okay? Master and Master Xue rarely enjoy such a quiet moment. How can I break this beautiful scene?" Lu Yi said with a smile as she looked at the two people hugging each other in the distance.
"Haha, that's right. I heard Master Xue once say that this spiritual herb is also called lavender. It is a flower that represents romance, and it also has a nice flower language." Lan Yi crossed her arms around her chest and fell into a brief thought.
, seems to be recalling what the language of flowers is called?
"When did you hear about it? Why haven't I heard Master Xue mention it?" Lu Yi turned to look at Lan Yi and asked.
"I found this very inconspicuous little flower in the inn I stayed at on my way back to the capital five years ago. I remember that when Yue'er picked it for Master Xue to bathe, Master Xue mentioned it briefly." Lan Yi recalled,
While saying: "I remembered, the language of flowers is waiting for love."
