Hei Meng husband and wife's son is too pitiful

Chapter 167 Discussion on which one is better at the mutation speed of painting style (1)
The masked man smiled and nodded, "Let's invite Lao Li to come in first, we won't be drunk until we finish our business."

The old eunuch Li Minghui who was sent to announce the decree to Ruiling came in and knelt down on the ground with a cry, "This old slave is not doing his job well, and so much time was wasted in announcing the decree, but there is a reason for this matter, please look at the slave Thank you for your hard work for so many years."

Luo Yuming glanced at him impatiently, "Okay, stop pretending, just speak up if you have something to say."

Li Minghui smiled awkwardly, and began to kneel on the ground and talk about today's decree.

Of course, embellishment and out-of-the-box are indispensable. In order to increase the credibility of the matter, the old eunuch even tore up his clothes to let Luo Yuming see the pinch mark left by Ruiling on his neck and the mark of accidental injury caused to him when he sleepwalked later. .

Luo Yuming stopped the old eunuch when he was chattering about trying to take off his socks to show the scars on his feet from being trampled on by the eldest son of Ruida, and signaled that he knew and absolved him of the crime of incompetence and let him go out to deal with the wounds .

The old eunuch thanked Dade and went out step by step, leaving behind the masked man who was about to smile and Luo Yuming who couldn't see the emotion.

In the main hall, the two who originally had an appointment not to get drunk and not to return did not drink each other in the end, but continued to play chess, one game after another, and did not stand up contentedly until the early morning time.On the same night, someone here played chess all night with great interest, and someone there stayed up all night talking with each other.

In the study, Rui Ling leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, propped his forehead with one hand, and looked down at the few cronies kneeling on the ground.

Half an hour later, a lazy and tired voice came out of Rui Ling's mouth, "Why, haven't you kneeled enough? Then you can kneel here for the rest of your life, and I'll find another study."

"This subordinate is guilty, please punish him!" Several people raised their heads to look at him, and their voices rang out in unison.

"Oh? What's the crime?" The corner of Rui Ling's mouth curled into a slight arc.

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Rui Ling was not in a hurry, and watched quietly.

After a long while, a low "En" came out suddenly, with a very long ending, with some doubts, "Is there someone missing?"

The kneeling people looked at their team and said in unison, "Jinjin! It's Jinjin! Jinjin is not here!"

Rui Lin suddenly exclaimed, "That's not right! Master hasn't seen her since she woke up this morning! It's just that we don't care about her disappearing every day!"

Ruipeng and Wen Qing looked at each other when they heard this, Bai Zhi and Bai Qing were thoughtful, Lan Yu and Lan Xue looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, Rui Feng muttered to himself, "Could it be..."

"Token! Dungeon Token!" Rui Lin who was kneeling suddenly exclaimed again, stood up suddenly, and groped up and down on his body.

Rui Ling squinted her eyes, suddenly thought of something, and was swept away like a gust of wind.

The few people who were kneeling ignored Xie Chang's guilt of kneeling, and hurriedly stood up and tried to keep up, but when they went out, they were dumbfounded, there was no shadow.There are no windows in the dark dungeon, like a completely closed space, day and night can't even be seen.

A few lamps were faintly on, emitting a faint yellowish light. There was a gust of wind in the corridor, and there were people standing every few meters.

From the deepest part of the dungeon came a crackling sound and a suppressed muffled groan. It was vaguely a woman's voice, and it was difficult to hear clearly if you didn't listen carefully.

"Continue, don't stop," the woman with blood on her back licked her chapped lips, staring at the guard who wanted to stop, or the executioner.

(End of this chapter)