The role of fast wear blackened big BOSS

Qingshan: "Naturally, the servant is afraid. When a steamed bun was coaxed here, it was to survive. The servant dared to tell the girl these things because the young master entrusted someone to order. If the girl asks, the servant will know everything."

Baitang's expression became even weirder: "You continue."

Qingshan: "According to what I know, the former palace master was killed by the young master, and the young master chopped him up and fed him to the dogs, leaving him ashes."

Baitang picked up a glass of water and shook it lightly: "If that's the case, it's not cruel enough."

Qing Shan leaned against the quiet and gentle girl in front of her in surprise.

what did she say?
"It is also said that the son chained the former palace lord, broke his tendons, cut off his tongue, gouged out his eyes, smashed his kneecaps, and then cut a part of it every day and threw it to the dog. Until the former palace lord died. "

Baitang raised his eyebrows: "It sounds similar."

This is in line with Bai Qingyun's personality, and it is more in line with Bai Qingyun's experience.

Qingshan: "...?"

The son is so special to Miss Bai, is it also perverted?

After leaving the dark pavilion, Qingshan felt relieved and took a few deep breaths.

"Yes, son."

Baitang shook his hand lightly: "Go down."

The sick and weak young man in the wheelchair was like a ghost from hell, exuding viciousness all over his body.

When Qingshan finished reporting, Bai Qingyun gently shook his hand: "It's good to take care of Miss Bai, if something happened to her, the former palace lord will be your fate."

Reaching out to catch a flower, he looked at the soft flower in his palm.

"Regret for a while..."

Bai Qingyun rolled up the whip in his hand, and under his gloomy gaze, as if facing an abyss, he raised his hand.The whip scattered, and the blue shirt broke its shell in shock. After realizing it, it continued to report.

Qingshan's complexion changed: "Girl, you... Fusheng is the secret medicine of our sect, I have never heard of any antidote."

After Qingshan went out, she was called to the dark pavilion.

Bai Tang was thoughtful: "What exactly does your young master want?"

What is she talking about?

I have been greeted and sent off before, and I have never looked at it.

Bai Qingyun sat under the crabapple tree, with her hands in front of her stomach, and the pink petals occasionally fell down.

The person who was hanging was almost out of breath.

Bai Qingyun looked up at the tree full of crabapple flowers.

Mu San has long been used to it, and his expression has not changed.

Qingshan shuddered and said: "Your servant obeys."

Bai Qingyun raised his hand again and hit the hanging man with a few whips.

Bai Qingyun patted the wheelchair with his left hand, and a needle was shot from under the wheelchair. The needle passed through the center of the man's forehead, leaving only a small blood hole.

Baitang: "Is there an antidote for Fusheng?"

Mu San said softly: "Tell me the details of your relationship with Miss Bai one by one. You can't hide anything, and the young master will not hold you accountable."

Bai Qingyun was holding a whip in his hand. The whip was a different color black, and it was stained with bright red blood, while the end near the handle was silver.

Qingshan stood aside, reporting in a low voice, her heart pounding.

Qingshan: "Ah... the servants don't know, but no one knows what the young master is thinking."

"Regret for the rest of my life... I have already chosen."

"Musan, throw it out and let them walk around it. Beat the unsafe ones and let them see what happens to the traitors. The car is torn apart and fed to the dogs."

Bai Qingyun folded her fingers together and grabbed the crabapple, unwilling to let go.

……

three days later.

Bai Qingyun picked out several women's dresses, a sandalwood comb, a few hairpins, and other accessories.

As a woman, Mu Si is more thoughtful.