Chapter 147 Similar Wounds

Tang Xi raised his head slightly, and for the first time seriously looked at these densely packed bamboo slips.

I don't know how many of the above records are secrets that cannot be seen.

Those who kill, slander, and bury their secrets underground, thinking that everything is seamless, must not have imagined that on a certain shelf in Yanmen, in a certain file, everything they did was recorded.

Tang Xi lowered her eyes halfway, and walked towards the corridor ahead.

The last time she returned to the headquarters, she had also been to Yanmen, and she still ran into Ning Yanxi.

Stepping into the corridor this time, Tang Xi subconsciously stopped and listened to the sounds around him.

After making sure that there was no one in front of her, she turned into the aisle. The road ahead was dim. Tang Xi fumbled for nearly a hundred steps, and in front of her was a beautifully carved gate.

This is Ren Sang's residence
Raising his hand and pushing gently, the door opened slowly without any hindrance.

Stepping into it is the most common thing in Yanmen, rows of curved bookshelves and tightly stacked but orderly book files.

The curved bookshelves formed a circle, and in the center was Ren Sang's desk.

Tang Xi walked around the maze-like bookshelves and walked to the center. There were all kinds of papers stacked in front of the desk, but there was no one there.

There was a rustling sound from the inner hall, Tang Xi looked up, thought for a while, and decided to go in and have a look.

She took the evidence and hurried back, and she could go back before it got dark.

The inner hall belongs to the area where Ren Sang rests. Tang Xi has come to Yanmen many times, but this is the first time he stepped in.

The door was not closed, Tang Xi stepped in naturally, and saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

His back was facing Tang Xi, his upper body was naked, his strong muscles were covered with ferocious welts, and the bloody wounds rolled outwards, oozing sticky blood. It was a new wound, and it was not half-wounded. an hour.

From the moment he saw the wound, Tang Xi's figure was firmly fixed there.

She is no stranger to such wounds.

Once, during the ten years in the underground palace, the wounds Ning Yanxi left on her body with whips were also like this, because Ning Yanxi used internal force, and where the whip fell, not only rolled out the skin and flesh, sometimes it was even deep enough to See the bones.

Tang Xi was indescribably shocked, with a series of doubts in his head, didn't Ning Yanxi always favor him, why, did he treat him like this?
Ren Sang had already noticed it from the moment she stepped in, and could feel her fiery gaze on his back at this moment.

"The evidence is on the table." He said coldly. At this moment, he was pouring the medicinal powder onto the gauze bit by bit, and then soaked it with water, so that it could be directly covered on the wound in a while.

Tang Xi didn't move, staring at his back, her tone was sour, but her voice was a little rough, and she hummed softly, "I thought Ning Yanxi treated you so well, that's all."

Ren Sang ignored her, and Tang Xi said to himself: "Because of what, is it because you lost to me and lost his face, so he whipped you a few times to vent his anger?"

Ren Sang paused in his hands, moved his body stiffly to face Tang Xi, his eyes fell on her gloating face, "If you don't plan to leave now, come over and help me apply the medicine."

The fact that he was whipped cannot be known by other people in Yongye Pavilion, so he can only apply medicine to himself, but the injury is on the back, which is very inconvenient.

Tang Xi glanced at him and sneered, "Dream."

After all, she gave him a blank look, turned her head decisively and walked towards the desk.

(End of this chapter)

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