He Jiuyao felt that if he sent this letter, he would most likely be beaten to death. However, if he did not send it, conceal it, or report it, he might die even more miserably in the end, both horizontally and vertically. He Jiuyao
I spread out the rice paper, lit the ink on the fluorite and put pen to paper. I didn't care. I was not the only one who went to the city lord's mansion to find out the news. If I wanted to die together, we would all die together, and the whole family would be together.
Now that he wanted to write it down, He Jiuyao no longer hid it, but reported everything in detail. Of course, there was also the Northern Family's actions and various targets in the small realm, as well as the follow-up.
The means and speculations were listed one by one.
Because at present, He Jiuyao doesn't know what his second young master is thinking, so it would be even more disrespectful to treat both Miss Cheng and Yan Mengxue as the future second young master's wife to protect.
After listing everything in detail, he thought for a while, stood up and walked around the desk again. He didn't find his target, and touched the back of his head. He remembered that the portrait of Miss Cheng he had drawn before was here.
Ah, why is it missing?
Hiding merit and fame? He Jingdong smiled slightly.
After searching for a while, I couldn't find it. I was afraid of wasting time, so I went back to the desk and sat down. I rubbed my sore and painful eyes. I picked up my pen and dipped it in ink. I recalled Miss Cheng's startled look at the first time and sighed slightly.
The tone, the strokes of the pen are light, and you don't dare to be perfunctory. Each stroke is meticulous and smooth.
That's right...the dim fluorite illumination is a bit hard on the eyes!
After finishing a painting, Miss Cheng looked like a good girl. She lifted her skirt slightly and seemed to be able to walk out of the painting. However, both of He Jiuyao's eyes were so red that they could flow out when the breeze blew slightly.
Tears came, it looked so pitiful.
It's a pity that He Jiuyao deserves everything!
He Jiuyao also felt this way in his heart. He remembered his upset mood when he saw this painting before. After being reminded of it, he took a closer look. Miss Cheng's appearance was clearly similar to that of Cheng Muyan brought back by the second young master.
Similar, but three points better than this pair of eyes, and this agile expression, as if Cheng Muyan came to life.
He Jiuyao slapped his forehead with a "pop" sound, and he felt that Cheng Muyan always felt that something was wrong when he looked at her. He felt like he was trapped in a dead and empty shell. How could he be the same as Miss Cheng?
Comparison? You can't compete. There's no need to compete. It's all an insult to Miss Cheng.
Of course, it is also possible that you are a second-guessing person. When you prefer one person, you will see everything in other people as wrong, but the person you prefer will be good in everything.
He Jiuyao didn't take his thoughts seriously. After all, in his heart, Miss Cheng was his preferred person. If the Second Young Master was right about Nashi Laozi, Yan Mengxue and Bastard Mung Bean, then he would go
Just pursue Miss Cheng.
Speaking of which, his status in the northern family was not bad, and his cultivation level was also high. He Jiuyao touched his face and found that he had a handsome face and a good figure. Most importantly, he had saved a lot of money.
A lot of spiritual stones... He Jiuyao thinks he still has the capital to pursue Miss Cheng, right?
Fold the painting in half and put it into the envelope along with the letter paper.
He handed it to the person who delivered the message with his own hand, waved his hand, and after watching the person leave, he gently hammered his sore waist and stood up. It was really not a human thing to do.
At present, we still have to make two preparations. The second young master may not be able to come back in time, and we have to arrange it ourselves. At least we have to get through the early stage, right?
He Jiuyao, who was pacing back and forth to stretch his muscles, decided to invite a senior who could control the situation. Otherwise, those people from the Northern Family would never let it go. If the trouble continued like this, the entire Yunzhou City would probably be affected.
I have to give up to those old orange peels. These are old sluts who will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.
After thinking about the matter, I didn't dare to waste time. I sat down and opened another letter, directly inviting the seventh uncle of the Heshi clan to come out. Anyway, this old man had nothing to do in the clan all day long.
He knows how to find trouble every day, and by the way, he also mentioned the patriarch of the Fang family at the end.
Fang Wei has been handed over to Fang Zhengxin since he was a playboy. After all, we are a family. Moreover, Mr. Fang has been dancing for more than ten years and has old arms and legs. It is time for him to retire.
The letter also directly included a list of various clues and black spots about Mr. Fang Er that had been collected over the years.
Alas, I originally wanted to make Fang Zhengxin owe me a favor, but I didn't expect that it would be wasted just for these two little girls.
Of course, later on, when He Jiuyao discovered that there was no Miss Cheng in the small realm that he wanted to protect, he was so angry that he almost threw himself over. He spent a long time doing this and that, just to protect him, which he didn't like.
That woman named Yan Mengxue?!
Wori, God is playing tricks on me? Who the hell wants to protect whom?
However, He Jiuyao still doesn't know this. Not only does he not know, but he is also trying his best to preserve the small realm.
The words were divided into two parts. Here, He Jiuyao was worrying about the small realm. In the small realm, Cheng Modao, Lan Meier, the high priest, Long Suran, etc. were also busy. They came one by one, and launched big moves one after another.
To the point that the people inside were so tired and scared that they lost half their lives, but they just couldn't die. It was pure torture.
The purple sky, the red moon, the black land, everything is strange and terrifying. However, what is even more terrifying is a huge light in the sky. The light is as bright as day, but the wick is black. I don’t know what it is.
Made of high-quality materials, the aroma of the lamp oil is so fragrant that it makes people salivate after smelling it. They want to hold a bright lamp and take two sips of the lamp oil to satisfy their craving.
There was no obsession in Fang Weicong's eyes, only fear and panic. His whole body was dazed, as if he had been frightened out of his wits.
Indeed, anyone who sees such a horrific scene will have a nervous breakdown.
When the light is on, it is harmonious and quiet, but when the light goes out, it is like a hell on earth, with pitiful screams of ghosts and wolves everywhere, and that's not all. In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, these screams will become louder when they get closer.
I feel as if my soul is being torn apart, chewed and devoured.
Yes, there were no scars on the body, but the pain was so painful that the whole person was in a trance. The sharp pain was accompanied by the last piece of the soul being chewed, and it was considered to be completely wiped out from the world.
However, the pain during it makes people want to die, live again, and die again.
Fang Wei was bitten twice by the unknown thing that made a pitiful scream, and she fell into a trance, not knowing what night it was.
And if you want to break the darkness and light up the light again, the only way to survive is to sacrifice.