The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

At this moment, there was a sudden "squeak" sound under the bed, the bed board suddenly tilted inward, the quilt and pillows all fell into a big black hole, and in the blink of an eye, the bed board returned to its original position.

Cui Moyao dared not look at his own eyes, the scene just now was so unbelievable, it must be his illusion, it must be vertigo, it must be.

But the problem is, the red quilt and the mandarin duck pillow really disappeared, how could those things disappear out of thin air?

He remembered Fu Yaxuan's letter, and it turned out that what she said was true, and she didn't say that out of jealousy.

On this seemingly peaceful night, in this seemingly peaceful Apple cottage, there are hidden murderous intentions and intrigues everywhere. Cui Moyao broke into a cold sweat from fright. If he was the one who was lying on the bed just now, he might already be the victim of someone else.

Even if he was killed, he didn't dare to sleep here, so he decided to follow the original plan to explore Apple's cottage at night.

If Long Shengnan thought that Cui Moyao could be trusted by two people, then she was very wrong.

Cui Moyao quietly came to the window sill, gently pushed the window open, put his head outside, checked to make sure there was no one outside the window, then jumped and flew out.

In this cottage, he remembered most of the places he walked through, but there was a particularly remote and dilapidated place that he had never been to.

According to his past experience, the general prison cells are located in relatively remote corners.

Cui Moyao swept straight towards the backyard, the wind was high, and with his lightness kung fu of stepping on the snow without a trace, he was unaware of anyone.

When he swept into the moon-shaped door, he only saw lights flickering in the distance, and then, there was darkness, and the lights seemed to be extinguished.

In the darkness, the trees danced in the wind, as if there were many unknown monsters waiting to choose someone to devour.

Although there are dim starlight in the sky, the starlight adds to the mystery and horror of this garden.The wind was very cold, but Cui Moyao's palms were wet, and cold sweat had already broken out.

He spotted the place where the lights were flickering just now, and he flew straight there.But in the garden there are only withered trees, crumbling hills and small pavilions, and the little light just now has gone nowhere.

While walking, Cui Moyao suddenly lost his way.A gust of wind blew by, and he couldn't help shivering cleverly. He suddenly realized that he didn't know where to go?

At this moment, a black figure jumped out from the darkness!Cui Moyao's soul was almost terrified, and a black shadow jumped over, it was actually a black cat!

But how did this black cat enter this backyard?How could it suddenly pop out?

Cui Moyao thought about it, before he had time to guess, he immediately fell to the ground, in front of him was a pile of rubble and a withered chrysanthemum.

As soon as he lay down, a window was suddenly lit up more than ten feet away.Then, a figure walked out slowly.This person held a lamp in his hand, and the light shone on her face, mysterious and beautiful, it turned out to be Long Shengnan!

Just hearing a "meow", the black cat jumped towards her and jumped into her arms. She knocked the door behind her back and walked back with the black cat in her arms.

Cui Moyao fell on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

The lights have just gone away, and the garden seems to be darker and colder.

Cui Moyao waited for a long time before creeping out quietly, walked over quietly, and walked to the front, only to see that there was a separate house there.

The house was dilapidated and unattended, but the iron gate seemed to be very strong.

The members of the Long family seem to be very proficient in mechanisms, so there must be a mechanism to open this door.

But he tried every suspicious thing, but he couldn't see any mechanism. He was almost desperate. At this moment, he stepped on a piece of floor under his feet and made an ethereal sound.

Others would not pay attention to this kind of thing, but there was no clue that could escape Cui Moyao's eyes. He immediately picked up the floor, and the mechanism was located underneath.

He twisted the mechanism, only to hear a "click", and then a series of "click" sounds, and the iron door opened.

He put the floor tiles back in place, and hurried through the door.

Once inside, there is a dense room with many kinds of torture instruments. Facing this dazzling variety of vicious torture instruments, Cui Moyao doubts what Long Shengnan once said. She said that this cottage has never happened since it was built. This is probably just one of her crazy words, but he once believed it, and it has to be said that he was once so naive.

Going further inside, I saw a prison cell, where Fu Yaxuan and others were locked.

He stood at the door, looking at Fu Yaxuan for a long time, none of them noticed him, everyone was sitting downcast, looking like they were asleep, but they couldn't be.

After a long time, he finally called softly: "Xuan'er!"

Hearing the sound, she immediately raised her head and shouted, "Mo! Mo, where are you?"

Moyao rushed to the prison and shouted excitedly: "Xuan'er, I'm here, here."

"Mo!" Fu Yaxuan was overjoyed, ran to him, and held his hand tightly, afraid that it was not true, afraid that once she let go, he would slip through her fingers.

"It's me who made you suffer." His wet eyes sparkled with burning heat, and the corners of his upturned mouth twitched.

She shook her head, tears blurred her vision like a torrential rain, but the whiteness in front of her eyes could clearly see Mo's face that made her miss her dying.

They hugged each other tightly through the bars, surrounded by the familiar yet unfamiliar scent of sandalwood, such a warm embrace, and never missed this doubt so much at this moment.

After a while, Fu Yaxuan let him go, wiped his tears and said, "Why did you come here? Shouldn't you be in...the bridal chamber now?"

"Without you, how can I have a bridal chamber by myself?" His eyes were brighter and brighter, his affection was irresistible, and his tenderness was worth dying for.

"You...glib!" She lowered her head shyly, smiling silly and weeping.

"What I said is true. I will not have a bridal chamber with other women except you."

He pulled her into his arms, and she was hugged tightly against his chest. Hearing the rhythmic heartbeat, she looked up at him, her thin face with melancholy eyes, looking at her Her melancholy dissipated like a thin mist, and her slightly misty eyes eroded her body, mind and soul with a gentle warmth like spring water.