Chapter 4364: 4364
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The strong wind smashed in with the rain wrapped in beans. Qin Wuyan was soaked. He stood at the threshold and looked at the blood on the ground in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu. His eyes slowly moved away from several corpses on the ground and fell on Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Men are like evil spirits. They are full of sharp evil Qi. Their eyebrows and eyes are pressed. They obviously don't have much anger. They seem calm and restrained, but they are just like the calm on the surface of a volcano. The furnace slurry under is burning with the power of destroying the sky and the earth.
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't expect Qin Wuyan to come back so soon.
Seeing Qin Wuyan's appearance, the nursing mother shrank, retreated behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, and whispered, "miss."
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't say a word, but felt the palm sticky and his throat full of rust.
Qin Wuyan untied his cloak soaked by the rain, threw it on the ground and walked in towards Zhuang Xiaoyu step by step.
Dr. Zhong shrank in the shadow of the corner and tried to reduce his sense of existence.
Qin Wuyan stood in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, but his words were gentle: "you are investigating the whereabouts of jade fragments every family. Don't worry too much."
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded and swallowed the bloody saliva in his throat.
Qin Wuyan took another step forward and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand. The man's hand was cold and piercing. He didn't know whether it was drenched by the rain or came. As for the chill in his bones, "there's too much blood here. I'll take you back to your room."
Zhuang Xiaoyu followed him and left the Deacon hall numbly.
The housekeeper ordered people to clean up the blood and water in the lobby, drag the body out and throw it to the random burial post, and helped the nursing mother out of the lobby.
Xue Zhong followed them and couldn't help asking, "will something happen to the eldest lady?"
The nurse shook her head. The housekeeper sighed and didn't give him a satisfactory answer. Xue Zhong watched them go away, stood in the ponding, let the rain wet their clothes, and walked in the direction of the wing room
Zhuang Xiaoyu stumbled on Qin Wuyan's side. Her skirt was wet by the rain and her embroidered shoes were wet. Qin Wuyan simply picked her up and strode back to the courtyard.
He ordered someone to bring warm water in. Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu into his ear room: "you're wet. Take a hot bath to avoid getting sick after soaking in the cold."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's body was immersed in warm water, and only one head appeared on the water. The fog was dense and it was difficult to breathe.
She closed her eyes, and the words of the old women who had been killed alive echoed in her ears word by word. She tore open the bloody past and touched the truth she had never dared to delve into.
After a curtain, Qin Wuyan wiped his body, changed into a plain white Chinese clothes, dried his ink hair, stood behind the screen and listened for a while. He didn't hear anything inside. He couldn't help but lift the curtain and walked to Zhuang Xiaoyu. "If you soak for too long, your skin will wrinkle. Get up."
He took the man out of the basin, wrapped him in dry cotton cloth, went out of his ear room and put him on the bed.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, his ink hair half dry and scattered on the pillow.
Qin Wuyan's eyes moved: "take a break first. I'll go to the study."
As soon as he got up, Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed the hem of his clothes. Zhuang Xiaoyu had a hoarse and low throat: "ah Yan, they said that my eldest brother and second brother died in your hand. Is it true?"
Qin Wuyan clenched his hand into a fist and turned to look at her. There was a fine light flashing in his eyes. He answered firmly, "it's not true."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers loosened slightly and nodded, "then go."
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The strong wind smashed in with the rain wrapped in beans. Qin Wuyan was soaked. He stood at the threshold and looked at the blood on the ground in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu. His eyes slowly moved away from several corpses on the ground and fell on Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Men are like evil spirits. They are full of sharp evil Qi. Their eyebrows and eyes are pressed. They obviously don't have much anger. They seem calm and restrained, but they are just like the calm on the surface of a volcano. The furnace slurry under is burning with the power of destroying the sky and the earth.
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't expect Qin Wuyan to come back so soon.
Seeing Qin Wuyan's appearance, the nursing mother shrank, retreated behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, and whispered, "miss."
Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't say a word, but felt the palm sticky and his throat full of rust.
Qin Wuyan untied his cloak soaked by the rain, threw it on the ground and walked in towards Zhuang Xiaoyu step by step.
Dr. Zhong shrank in the shadow of the corner and tried to reduce his sense of existence.
Qin Wuyan stood in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, but his words were gentle: "you are investigating the whereabouts of jade fragments every family. Don't worry too much."
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded and swallowed the bloody saliva in his throat.
Qin Wuyan took another step forward and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand. The man's hand was cold and piercing. He didn't know whether it was drenched by the rain or came. As for the chill in his bones, "there's too much blood here. I'll take you back to your room."
Zhuang Xiaoyu followed him and left the Deacon hall numbly.
The housekeeper ordered people to clean up the blood and water in the lobby, drag the body out and throw it to the random burial post, and helped the nursing mother out of the lobby.
Xue Zhong followed them and couldn't help asking, "will something happen to the eldest lady?"
The nurse shook her head. The housekeeper sighed and didn't give him a satisfactory answer. Xue Zhong watched them go away, stood in the ponding, let the rain wet their clothes, and walked in the direction of the wing room
Zhuang Xiaoyu stumbled on Qin Wuyan's side. Her skirt was wet by the rain and her embroidered shoes were wet. Qin Wuyan simply picked her up and strode back to the courtyard.
He ordered someone to bring warm water in. Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu into his ear room: "you're wet. Take a hot bath to avoid getting sick after soaking in the cold."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's body was immersed in warm water, and only one head appeared on the water. The fog was dense and it was difficult to breathe.
She closed her eyes, and the words of the old women who had been killed alive echoed in her ears word by word. She tore open the bloody past and touched the truth she had never dared to delve into.
After a curtain, Qin Wuyan wiped his body, changed into a plain white Chinese clothes, dried his ink hair, stood behind the screen and listened for a while. He didn't hear anything inside. He couldn't help but lift the curtain and walked to Zhuang Xiaoyu. "If you soak for too long, your skin will wrinkle. Get up."
He took the man out of the basin, wrapped him in dry cotton cloth, went out of his ear room and put him on the bed.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, his ink hair half dry and scattered on the pillow.
Qin Wuyan's eyes moved: "take a break first. I'll go to the study."
As soon as he got up, Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed the hem of his clothes. Zhuang Xiaoyu had a hoarse and low throat: "ah Yan, they said that my eldest brother and second brother died in your hand. Is it true?"
Qin Wuyan clenched his hand into a fist and turned to look at her. There was a fine light flashing in his eyes. He answered firmly, "it's not true."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers loosened slightly and nodded, "then go."
The strong wind smashed in with the rain wrapped in beans. Qin Wuyan was soaked. He stood at the threshold and looked at the blood on the ground in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu. His eyes slowly moved away from several corpses on the ground and fell on Zhuang Xiaoyu.Men are like evil spirits. They are full of sharp evil Qi. Their eyebrows and eyes are pressed. They obviously don't have much anger. They seem calm and restrained, but they are just like the calm on the surface of a volcano. The furnace slurry under is burning with the power of destroying the sky and the earth.Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't expect Qin Wuyan to come back so soon.Seeing Qin Wuyan's appearance, the nursing mother shrank, retreated behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, and whispered, "miss."Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't say a word, but felt the palm sticky and his throat full of rust.Qin Wuyan untied his cloak soaked by the rain, threw it on the ground and walked in towards Zhuang Xiaoyu step by step.Dr. Zhong shrank in the shadow of the corner and tried to reduce his sense of existence.Qin Wuyan stood in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, but his words were gentle: "you are investigating the whereabouts of jade fragments every family. Don't worry too much."Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded and swallowed the bloody saliva in his throat.Qin Wuyan took another step forward and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand. The man's hand was cold and piercing. He didn't know whether it was drenched by the rain or came. As for the chill in his bones, "there's too much blood here. I'll take you back to your room."Zhuang Xiaoyu followed him and left the Deacon hall numbly.The housekeeper ordered people to clean up the blood and water in the lobby, drag the body out and throw it to the random burial post, and helped the nursing mother out of the lobby.Xue Zhong followed them and couldn't help asking, "will something happen to the eldest lady?"The nurse shook her head. The housekeeper sighed and didn't give him a satisfactory answer. Xue Zhong watched them go away, stood in the ponding, let the rain wet their clothes, and walked in the direction of the wing roomZhuang Xiaoyu stumbled on Qin Wuyan's side. Her skirt was wet by the rain and her embroidered shoes were wet. Qin Wuyan simply picked her up and strode back to the courtyard.He ordered someone to bring warm water in. Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu into his ear room: "you're wet. Take a hot bath to avoid getting sick after soaking in the cold."Zhuang Xiaoyu's body was immersed in warm water, and only one head appeared on the water. The fog was dense and it was difficult to breathe.She closed her eyes, and the words of the old women who had been killed alive echoed in her ears word by word. She tore open the bloody past and touched the truth she had never dared to delve into.After a curtain, Qin Wuyan wiped his body, changed into a plain white Chinese clothes, dried his ink hair, stood behind the screen and listened for a while. He didn't hear anything inside. He couldn't help but lift the curtain and walked to Zhuang Xiaoyu. "If you soak for too long, your skin will wrinkle. Get up."He took the man out of the basin, wrapped him in dry cotton cloth, went out of his ear room and put him on the bed.Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, his ink hair half dry and scattered on the pillow.Qin Wuyan's eyes moved: "take a break first. I'll go to the study."As soon as he got up, Zhuang Xiaoyu grabbed the hem of his clothes. Zhuang Xiaoyu had a hoarse and low throat: "ah Yan, they said that my eldest brother and second brother died in your hand. Is it true?"Qin Wuyan clenched his hand into a fist and turned to look at her. There was a fine light flashing in his eyes. He answered firmly, "it's not true."Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers loosened slightly and nodded, "then go."
