111. Chapter 111 Burning Qiongfang in exchange for the way back 11
In the courtyard, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the busy brother. His eyes, which were originally cold, were even colder now. Just now, before he finished speaking, Na Muhan rushed into the house so nervously, like this
If he couldn't see anything in his reaction, then he would be assuming that he was a prince living in the palace.
Na Muhan, I really didn’t expect that even you were thinking about that little woman. Brother Ma just felt unwilling in his heart. He should have gotten what he deserved, but the woman still escaped. Now, he finally found the clues and came here.
, but Na Muhan wanted to get in.
The ground in the room looked like a red picture had just been drawn, and the messy blood stained the bluestone floor red. Na Muhan stood quietly by the bed, looking at the woman on the bed with empty eyes.
There is no intact part of Yu'er's body, there are purple bruises, scabbed scratches, and the white space between her open legs is full of bright red blood. Her mouth is unnaturally long.
, looking at the top of the bed with empty eyes.
I don’t know why, although this woman was extremely miserable, Na Muhan still breathed a sigh of relief. It’s not her, just not her. He glanced around, kicked away the corpse that was in the way, strode to the closet, and opened the closet.
He took out a set of ordinary men's clothes and walked back to the bed again.
The clothes lightly covered Yu'er's body, and her eyes, which were already empty, regained a little sparkle, and her eyes turned red, and a tear flowed out.
He frowned again and stretched out his hand to join the fallen jaw bone. Although he did not know this woman, she was related to Arnold. As long as he was related to her, he was willing to lend a hand to help. He secretly felt that he was related to Arnold.
Sighing, I wonder what kind of hatred there is between Brother Ma and Arnold, so that they would even do such a thing.
Striding out of the house, the courtyard was still quiet. They could clearly hear the screams in the house just now, but they didn't expect that their brothers would die in the hands of King Beiping. After they died, the rest would naturally
He felt much more at ease. Everyone stood respectfully not far from Brother Mang, secretly wary of Muhan's movements.
"Na Muhan, she is just a humble Han maid. Is it worth dirtying your hands for her?" A sinister smile hung on the corner of Mang Ge's mouth, and his eyes shot towards her like two cold ice arrows.
His gloomy face, those cold eyes, and his whole body exuded a faint murderous aura. His posture was like a cobra that could kill someone at any time, spitting out snake bites arrogantly.
Na Muhan met his gaze without any care. He has always been the most upright person. Even if the other person was not Arnold, he would help. Unfortunately, it was too late, and a good girl was ruined like this. If there was
One day when Arnold came back, I really didn't know how she would react if she knew this.
He stood quietly in front of the gate, exuding an invisible aura, feeling like a lion, "If I remember correctly, Father Khan has ordered you to leave Zhenjingzhao, I don't know why you would
Suddenly I came to Yanjing. If my father knew that you were against his will, I'm afraid you wouldn't continue to kill people and set fires here leisurely."
In a tit-for-tat confrontation, the two men, who were both kings, refused to give in to each other. The fire next to them was burning brightly, and the billowing smoke rushed up into the blue sky.