The Killer Also Crosses the Series The Lovers Are Relentless

Chapter 67
But until Mo Yu stepped out of the courtyard that night, Ding Ding never told her that the person who delivered the food was her promotion task.

According to the rules of Yeshamen, his immediate superior is the master, and Ding Ding's behavior is a betrayal of the master.

While Mo Yu was thinking about this matter, Ding Ding was also trembling because of this matter.

Among the Yeshamen, the most intolerable thing is betrayal.

Such a life of murder and bloodshed, an occasional betrayal is the difference between life and death, no one will forgive betrayal, including Madam.

Therefore, there can only be one fate for betraying the master.

dead!
Moreover, he quickly committed suicide before the master reported to the punishment hall, otherwise, the punishment hall would use at least eighteen methods to make the betrayer regret before letting him die.

Now that Mo Yu came back alive, how could Ding Ding not be flustered?

Seeing Mo Yu's cold eyes, Ding Ding was even more horrified.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand to take the cup, and his fingertips inadvertently touched Mo Yu's fingers, his body trembled, and the cup he just took fell down immediately, and there was a crisp shattering sound when it hit the ground.

The voice was not loud, but Ding Ding's body trembled violently.

His face also turned pale in an instant.

Mo Yu's eyes didn't even look at Tintin, she frowned slightly, lifted the thin quilt on her body and stood on the ground.

He quickly changed out of the clothes he wore three days ago, and walked to the dressing table to freshen up.

When she turned back to the bed, Ding Ding was still standing there with a dead gray face, except for the trembling of the fingers hanging around her waist, she never moved.

Mo Yu bent down and picked up the fan next to the pillow, as if she didn't see Ding Ding's face at all, she went straight out.

All things are kept silent, let Ding Ding figure it out by himself.

Ding Ding walked in Moyu for a long time before recovering from the great horror, and slowly turned his head to glance at the empty door, a trace of luck suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He raised his arm and patted his chest, wondering if he wanted to strengthen his luck, and murmured softly: "Fortunately, this master's memory is not good, otherwise."

(End of this chapter)