The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 340 Taking the initiative to attack (1)
"This subordinate has seen Mrs. Young, Miss Jin'er is in this house."

Bo'er is Mu Zhaoming's man, and Mu Zhaoming is also used by Bo Qing this time. Standing outside the carriage, dressed in a black outfit, is Mu Hui, one of the shadow guard team leaders.

When Mu Hui thought of the scene inside, he couldn't help but feel lingering fears. This kind of method of extorting a confession is really vicious and perverted. One can imagine how cruel the executioner is.

I thought it was a simple rescue, but I didn't expect to face a bloody scene, and the most heinous murderer destroyed all the evidence.

Boqing was sitting in the carriage, the curtains had been lifted, revealing a lazy figure, but shrouded in darkness, exuding bursts of chill.

The indifferent face, the cold eyes, without even a trace of anger, made people dare not approach her, and the squinted eyes made it impossible to guess what she was thinking at this moment.

Bo'er stood by the car door, from Mu Hui's twinkling eyes, he already guessed that the situation inside was not good, and hesitated whether to stop the woman in the car from entering.

Bo Qing slowly raised her eyes, and said coldly, "Jin'er, live or die." She only needs one answer.

"Life is better than death."

After thinking for a while, Mu Hue used four words to describe the situation inside.

In an instant, Mu Hui felt an invisible force, like a mountain pressing down on his body, making it difficult for him to breathe, even suffocating.

Such a powerful aura, almost as beautiful as the master, it is incredible that a young woman can possess such a powerful aura.

The former is powerful without being angry, while the latter is limp without being cold.

Mu Hui scolded himself for being useless in his heart, but his back was still sweating non-stop.

Trying to calmly say: "Young Madam, we are late!" Madam Ruo Shao saw the picture inside, and she didn't know how she would react.

Time passed bit by bit, and the surrounding temperature continued to drop. Not only did Mu Hui gradually break out in a layer of cold sweat, but even the others subconsciously held their breath.

Bo'er frowned, looked worriedly at the lazy figure in the car, saw Jiang Qing's calm and indifferent expression, and blurred eyes, and knew clearly in her heart that the more the young lady showed such an indifferent attitude, the more she said It was she who was angry, and it was the more terrifying Nazan.

This kind of anger contained in the cold, invisible and unfeeling made her feel terrified.

Especially Mu Hue's four words "life is better than death", Jin'er's situation must be ten times worse than she imagined... and all of this has a strong smell of blood, bloodthirsty and killing are already happening. The young lady's eyes were bloodshot!
"late!"

After a long while, with a sigh, Boqing suddenly broke into a smile: "I want to see with my own eyes how Jin'er's life would be better than death."

"Young lady, or..."

Before Bo'er finished speaking, Boqing said in an unusually calm voice: "If you don't read it, how will you know how to return ten times and a hundred copies to those who made Jin'er's life worse than death."

Reciprocity on ceremony!

Mu Hui opened his eyes wide in shock, as if petrified.

This woman wants to see it with her own eyes. Can she bear the scene that even he will have nightmares after seeing it.

And this incomparably noble, peerless, goddess-like woman has to give back to the perpetrator ten times and a hundred times the size of the picture, and the thought of it makes one's hair stand on end.

Bo'er softly persuaded: "Young Madam, you should not watch it." Although she was very aware of the tricks of the woman in the car, the scene that even Mu Hui was moved by it must be very horrifying, and it should not let Young Madam See.

The ruthless eyes glanced coldly, and she raised her hand without any objection, Bo'er stretched out her hand to help her up irresistibly, as if possessed by a demon.

Outside the house where the walls were burnt pitch black, he took a glance at it, then closed his eyes, made a seal with his hands, and secretly activated the mother Gu, but still didn't feel the child Gu.

If she didn't have the distant glance just now, Boqing could tell herself that the person inside might not be Jin'er, but she would have recognized with that glance that the person nailed to the wall was Jin'er.

The murderer was very cunning, except where Jin'er was located, all other places were burned down. In the pitch-black color, Jin'er's bloody figure was particularly dazzling.

After Bo'er glanced at it from a distance, she couldn't help being stunned. For a moment, she covered her aching chest with one hand, breathed heavily, and tightly covered her mouth with the other hand to prevent herself from crying.

Tears fell short in an instant, and in the next moment, she forgot her identity as a secret guard, crying like an ordinary woman...

Taking a light look at Bo'er who lost his composure, Mu Hui turned to look at Bo Qing, and said coldly: "Young Madam, Miss Jin'er is still alive." Life is better than death!

Boqing looked at everything in front of her with a blank expression, and her eyes fell on Jin'er indifferently, and she said with a blank face: "Put Jin'er down, my wife must carefully see what's on her body. Every wound."

Mu Hue said he was startled, and immediately responded thickly, leading people forward quickly, destroying the wall, prying off the nails and putting Jin'er down, and carried him outside on the white cloth that he had prepared earlier.

Boqing looked at Jin'er who was tortured to the point of being out of shape, and slowly squatted down, from head to toe, to take a close look at Jin'er.

Her head was scorched by a branding iron, her eye sockets were empty, her ears were torn off, her chest had animal-like scratches, tooth marks, and whip wounds. She gave that one to Jin'er for self-defense. The hairpin she used was inserted under her body impressively.

In addition, the tendons and hamstrings were picked off, and the tongue was severely burned...

But after going through all this, Jin'er is still alive, living in an extremely tragic way.

Jin'er couldn't swallow this resentment...

She also couldn't swallow her flirtatiousness...

Every wound on Jin'er's body, even a small needle, she firmly remembered.

He said coldly: "Jin'er, I have remembered all your pains, now I will help you end all the pains, and then start those people's pains, bear with it, and it will pass soon."

With a light wave of the jade hand, a cluster of cold white flames sprang out from the position of Jin'er's heart, and spread instantly...

Before Jin'er could feel the heat, in the blink of an eye, only a pile of off-white powder remained on his bloody body, while the white cloth underneath was not damaged at all.

"Put it away and bury it well!"

Boqing took out the restored hairpin from a pile of powder, and stood up.

Facing the sun, he raised his chin, his blood pupils appeared, he smiled slightly, and left a word.

Turning around, he floated out of the abandoned manor like the wind.

The people in the entire manor remained silent until the fickle figure disappeared.

As time stands still, time is silent, everything is purified, leaving only a faint smile.

Quietly reminiscing and savoring that faint smile.

(End of this chapter)