She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 47
Jiang Eryun's Tejin has been healed, but he is still insane.

At this time, it was thrown on the ground like a rag, and when he saw Hua Rong, he went crazy again.

On a hot day, he was wearing several long skirts and a blouse, holding the clothes tightly with both hands, and firmly covering his neck.

"No, no more."

"I was wrong, woo woo, I was wrong"

"Let me go, please!"

Jiang Bei hugged his sister desperately, coaxing her desperately.

But it didn't work at all, Jiang Eryun was still kicking and twitching.

He was extremely powerless, but he was also distressed and regretful.

The distressed sister was used as a furnace by three monks, and most of her life was ruined. Fortunately, they can support her for the rest of her life.

I regretted why I didn't tell Zhou Ling firmly at that time, but held a glimmer of hope, thinking that some medicine to boost the fun would be useless to strong people like them.

Who knew that my sister lied...

But he hates his weakness even more!
Jiang Bei looked up at Huarong, who was sitting and mixing spices. The man was elegant and quiet.

When he just stood and didn't speak, his eyes always fell on Zhou Ling in front of him.

It's like a nun's pamper, following the figure of the hostess.

And when he did it, people in the world realized that this man was clearly a demon!The method of indifference makes killing invisible.

When he lowered his eyes mockingly, it seemed that thousands of worlds were crawling under his feet.

Jiang Bei couldn't tell whether he should hate him or thank him for saving his sister's life.

However, what Jiang Bei didn't know was that it wasn't Hua Rong's great kindness, but that he had contacted Zhou Ling at a negative distance more than ten hours ago, and he was in a good mood.

His mind is full of Zhou Ling crying and begging him; the charm of holding his finger; the anxiety of kissing him non-stop.

There is also the word "Xiao Rong" who yelled "Xiao Rong" at the peak time after time when he bowed his waist and held his hands between his hands.

Unprecedented joy and excitement made him recall every detail repeatedly after more than ten hours.

So when I was about to kill Jiang Eryun directly, I remembered what Zhou Ling once said:
Killing someone is not the best solution, sometimes it is more painful than death.

Therefore, Jiang Eryun was cut off his tendon and thrown into a stove.

Hua Rong put down the sachet in his hand, forced blood from his fingertips, and dripped a dozen drops on the sachet.

I saw the blood dripping drop by drop, but there was no trace left on the apricot pink cloth.

Hua Rong put the sachet back, looked at the trembling shopkeeper and the three waiters in the corner, and a golden stone appeared in his hand.

Throwing it over casually, the gold stone fell accurately in front of the shopkeeper.

"Tomorrow hire a carriage to take the two of them to Nanchuan"

Hua Rong strode away, and did not perform such a weird disappearance in front of several people.

He can do whatever he wants, but after the world knows his identity, it will bring a lot of inconvenience to Zhou Ling.

His body is mind, which is both the most powerful and the most empty.

Now it is still strong, but it is not nothingness.

In one night, not only Zhou Ling changed.

The daily emptiness in Huarong's heart was finally filled.

He desperately wanted to hug her and kiss her right now, because the barrier moved and Lingling woke up.

upstairs
Zhou Ling dressed herself neatly, and was already sitting by the window, looking at the scattered fires in the distance.

Hearing Hua Rong's footsteps approaching a little bit.

Heartbeat "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", one beat.

Like a big bell in an ancient temple, the sound struck her guilty, flustered, and ashamed mind.

What to face is still to be faced.

She could no longer convince herself that Hua Rong couldn't understand her feelings for her.

Instead, she seemed to have truly seen his heart clearly.

But what about herself.
　small theater
　　Huarong: I'm so happy

　　Zhou Ling (drawing out the 49-meter sword): I will let you run 48 meters!
　　Hua Rong: Sister.
　　Zhou Ling: I can't bear it, I can't bear it, beauty is a disaster!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)