The demon concubine is about to flee: Your Majesty, it is difficult to serve

Chapter 89 We don't know that Huashang will die.

Generally, people who have just been repaired don't have the energy to be a demon again, but Hua Siyu could only hold her clothes tightly, and cried, "Chu Xi, if... if you Dad knows you treat me like this..."

"Miss San, you have already brought someone here!"

Chu Xi was not interested in listening to the mother and child bickering, so she walked out of the main hall quickly.

It was getting brighter, but the weather was obviously not good, and it was foggy.

In the darkroom-
Chu Xi crossed her legs and leaned against the armchair. She tapped her knees with her fingers, and the man's heart-piercing screams came from her ears.

And - the sound of flesh being torn apart by the rope.

If an ordinary little girl saw such an extremely bloody and violent scene, she would cover her eyes with her hands and cry for her parents.

It's a pity that Chu Xi still looked deserted, as if she was used to this kind of scene.

"Miss San, Nancheng and Nangui have passed out."

Nan Jue held the blood-stained rope in her left hand, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her right hand. Her delicate face was covered with blood, and her original clean appearance was no longer visible.

Chu Xi got up from the armchair, the previous leisure and indifference disappeared, her eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of blood mist, she whispered, "Wake them up with cold water."

"Yes, Miss San."

There was no air circulation in the darkroom, and the rotten smell was particularly obvious.

Chu Xi smelled it and felt very disgusted. She stayed here only to torture Hua Chang to find out how she died.

She checked Huashang's body, her tongue was fine, and there was no wound on it, not like what Chu Yunya said.

He didn't have any covering clothes on his body, but his whole body was covered with bruises, which may have been pinched or beaten.

The bruises on the arms were particularly heavy.

The lower body—white turbid liquid mixed with blood, is also festered, and even—has a sharp wooden stick.

Putting those images out of my mind, at this moment, Nancheng and Nangui woke up from the cold water, crying, "Miss San, please forgive me!
Miss San, it's really not a small matter!

The little ones just do what they are told! "

The mouth is still as hard as before.

Unable to bear the suffering of her good brother in the past, Nan Jue walked over and said, "Miss San, maybe... Maybe they"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Chu Xi sharply, "Shut up."

Nan Jue could only resign herself to her fate and shut up.

Chu Xi snatched the rope from his hand, and turned to walk to the two people who were hung up, because they had been whipped on their backs just now.

At this moment, the backs of the two of them were bloodshot and sticky, as miserable as they could be.

Nancheng and Nangui glanced at each other, their eyes a little dodgy, as if they were struggling with whether they should tell the truth.

speak out-
They will die even worse.

"Miss San, we just listened to the young master's order, sent the man over and we left. We didn't know that Hua Chang would die.

If I knew that Miss San valued Huashang so much, I wouldn't dare touch Huashang even if I had a thousand guts. "

Although, it was they who sent Hua Chang over to ask for credit.

But if you put everything on the young master, the third lady will let them go, after all, the young master is the only son of the general.

Intermittent words resounded in the dark room, Chu Xi had a panoramic view of their expressions, and smiled brightly, "Do you still think it's none of your business?
If you didn't take Hua Chang away-
How could Hua Chang die? "

Still dead. So miserable.

(End of this chapter)