shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 95 Anti-masochism 2
Feng Ranhua on the side hooked the corners of his lips, let out a cold laugh, stretched out his bald right hand, and gently landed on Han Qianze's bandaged right leg.

Han Qian felt chills all over his body, looking at the wind-dyed painting whose face could not be seen clearly in fear, and prayed.

Seeing this, Feng Ranhua sneered, it's too late!

She tapped his knee lightly with her knuckles, making a slight sound, as if urging her to die, and the sound hit Han Qianze's heart.

Han Qian still wanted to make a final struggle, but in the next moment, he felt the seemingly soft fingers suddenly increase their strength, and there was a click, and his leg... broke again!
Even though it was under one arm, it was as if he had been slashed severely by someone.

The tearing pain spread from his right leg to his whole body. He opened his mouth to yell, but he could only yell in his mind.

Feng Ranhua's fingertips walked up his broken wrist bone, and poked lightly on his arm from time to time, like picking tofu.

Her movements are very gentle, and her eyes enjoy it, if one ignores the cracking sound of "click" under her fingertips.

His arm is broken!

Han Qian's whole face was twisted together in pain, his eyes were extremely ferocious, and he looked at Fengranhua angrily.

devil!

You are the devil!

Feng Ranhua's eyes circled his whole body, and after appreciating the excellent work just now, he raised the corners of his eyes, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his hands slowly.

"It's my turn! I want to avenge my sister, my father, and my mother!"

The little young lady stared at him with pity, and the cold knife in her hand approached his crotch little by little.

knife? !

Hate one more than the other, devil!All demons!

Fear of being dominated by a knife, Han Qian's frightened tears fell down in an instant, shaking like a sieve, and said sternly:

"Please... let me go... let me go..."

The air is as quiet as a chicken!
The little girl looked indifferent, turning a blind eye to his despair, clenched her teeth with her small mouth, and stabbed her down with a knife!

In an instant, blood seeped into the fur trousers.

Enough!

Fengran Thrush raised his eyebrows, and looked at the little girl with appreciation.

Suddenly remembering that she still needs to find Xiao Poshu to argue one or two, she activated her supernatural power and said to her wrist:
"Little broken book!"

unmanned.

"Little Broken Book!!!"

Still nobody.

"What the hell, it's closed again at a critical moment!!!"

Feng Ranhua stopped screaming rashly, looked at the luxurious decoration of the room under the moonlight, rolled his eyes, and had an idea.

Golden toad incense burner?Gold inlaid jade beads?Jade flute?A box of jade pendants?Jade crown, gold crown, silver crown?Take it away with a wave of your hand!
clothes?Eh, she doesn't mind the smell of animals.

After thinking about it, they are all brocade clothes, and they are worth selling for silver.Received!
A set of porcelain cups, a beauty vase, brand new books, the four treasures of the study... Take it!
She glanced at the two people inside who were still threatening Han Qianze. Taking advantage of the fact that they were not paying attention, she put all the mahogany table and eight fairy chairs in the outer room into the small broken book space.

After half a quarter of an hour, the two finally came out.

As soon as he walked out, Bai Qi squinted his eyes, always feeling that something was missing in the room, as if it was full when he first came in, how come it was empty when he came out?

Where are the chairs?
Where is the table?
He remembered that on the right wall, there was a Bogu rack full of decorations, why it disappeared?
Did he see it wrong?

"You bastard, let's go." Feng Ranhua glanced at the sluggish Bai Qi.

"Oh, I'm looking at the house. Was it empty when we came here?" Bai Qi rubbed her head, wondering.

"You don't care how that beast arranges it.

The Fengranhua walking with his hands behind his back in front of him, the corner of his mouth curled up, of course it was my old lady who robbed her.

Only Han Qian was left in the inner room and curled up on the ground in pain, but he couldn't even scream out, his greasy face distorted to the point of deformity.

Half an hour later, the main courtyard.

"Master, it's not good!" The steward shouted outside the door.

Second Master Han was about to bloom for the second time... His interest was interrupted by yelling outside the door.

With a gloomy face, he put on his coat and opened the door: "Why are you shouting? Are there any rules!"

"Elder...young...Master, someone stabbed me down here!" The steward replied, holding on to a large vat in the main courtyard, his breath unsteady.

Second Master Han froze, staggered, and fell directly to the ground.

"Ah! Master?" Aunt Yu was wearing her clothes, which were not fastened.

The steward outside the door looked at Aunt Yu, whose skin was like snow, her expression froze, and she didn't wait for him to look away.

"Ah! Master, be careful."

Aunt Yu helped Erye Han up and was about to get up, but Erye Han fell down again with a pale face, and even tore off the thin shirt that Aunt Yu was wearing.

The housekeeper and the two servants following behind all looked straight at him!

The two servants immediately turned around in fear, not daring to look inside.

Only the butler, from the initial stupefied, slowly revealed a lewd light in his eyes.

Aunt Yu was startled when she realized that the thin blouse was wide open, she hurriedly pulled the silk blouse, but her arms slipped out of the lace, and she was able to cover her delicate body.

This series of actions made the steward's nose bleed. Aunt Yu was famous in the brothel for her good moves back then, and he even thought of ordering her brand.

Feeling the burning gaze, Aunt Yu raised her eyes that were full of spring, looked around, and saw the housekeeper's round eyes that seemed to be glued to the place where her hands were covering.

man!

She understands.

Aunt Yu squeezed her clothes tightly, raised the corners of her delicate lips, smiled softly at the butler, then turned her head and supported the master crying.

It was just a brief touch, and it was like thunder and fire.

"Butler Yu, I can't help Master, so come in and help me." Aunt Yu lowered her head and shouted.

The butler narrowed his eyes slightly, forcibly endured the inner turmoil, Peng Bai, walked into the room and helped the master up together, his hands seemed to be approaching.

Aunt Yu rolled her eyes with spring in her eyes!
Aunt Yu was originally from a brothel, and she and the master were just about to have a second time together, but they stopped before it even started.

　
It has nothing to do with the young master's accident, not to mention that Madam has always looked down on her.

Erye Han was immersed in the fact that his son's family heirloom was stabbed with a knife. He didn't recover for a long time, and he never noticed the movements behind his concubine and loyal subordinates.

Wait for two young servants to help the master to the yard of the young master.

Second Mrs. Han screamed hysterically from inside the house:

"Qianer! My Qianer!"

"Who is it? I'm going to kill him!"

Han Erye came to the bed tremblingly, Qian'er closed his eyes tightly, as if lifeless.

The government doctor was taking the pulse of the young master, and when he saw the master coming, he dared not neglect: "The young master is seriously injured, I need to invite the husband of Yuchuntang to come and see."

"Injury...Where is the injury?" Erye Han asked in a slightly hoarse voice, taking a chance.

(End of this chapter)