I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 873 Murder

When Su Jinmo, whose eyes were dark, heard these words, he couldn't help but light up, and looked at General Su gratefully: "Daddy, thank you Daddy."

Having lost his wife and daughter, General Su did not want to lose his son again.

If the General's Mansion can go back to the past, why not be lively and popular.

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The chilly wind was blowing.

The summer tree has been blown into a dry old man, without a single leaf all over his body, standing with a dry back in the cold wind, looking very bleak.

Siheyuan.

A little boy in a thick padded jacket is playing with making a snowman. While making a snowman, he mutters to himself, with an innocent smile on his face: "The Chinese New Year will be in five days. Sister Murong Yan said that the New Year will be Come to see me, and buy me delicious food and nice clothes, I like Sister Murong Yan the most."

He happily picked up a carrot and stuck it on the snowman's face to act as the little snowman's nose: "It's so beautiful. If sister Murong Yan sees me making such a beautiful snowman, she will definitely praise me."

Just talking.

A man in night clothes suddenly jumped down from the city wall of the courtyard, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword was unsheathed. The man's eyes were cruel and sinister, and he looked at the little boy with poisonous eyes.

The little boy opened his mouth wide in horror: "Mother... yes..."

There was a 'stab' sound.

The sharp blade suddenly cut down the little boy's neck, warm blood rushed out and dyed the pure snowman red, the little boy fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring at Sky.

Inside, Madam Nie, who was making dumplings, heard her son calling her, and hurried out with flour in her hands: "What's the matter, son, is it your sister Murong..."

The moment the curtain was lifted.

The bloody sharp sword pierced Madam Nie's chest. Before she could roar, she stared straight at her son who was lying in a pool of blood in the corner, and a tear of blood flowed from the corner of her eye: "You... "

"You...damn it!" The veiled man spat out four words fiercely, and then stabbed fiercely with his sword. The helpless Mrs. Nie fell backward heavily.

On the chopping board, there are also dumplings for Chinese New Year, most of which are filled with shrimp, which is Murong Yan's favorite taste.

blood, snow.

The syllables uttered by the two are the same, but in fact they differ by hundreds of thousands of miles.

One represents purity and the other represents evil.

Noon, dusk, midnight.

For some reason, Murong Yan always had a headache. She sat at the sandalwood table in Dali Temple, stretched her arms and kneaded her forehead.

In the moist yellow light that filled the room, Murong Yan was still busy looking at those files, and Su Peiyun's matter might not be resolved until a few years later.

There was a knock on the door of 'Dangdangdang', and Murong Yan raised her vigilance: "Who?"

A familiar and gentle voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Murong Si, I am Bai Shaoqing."

"Oh." Murong Yan brushed her broken hair and forced herself to go around the wooden table to open the door.

The cold Baimosi came in with a pot of goat's milk, and he smiled cleanly: "It's been too cold recently, goat's milk helps you fall asleep, I specially called some for you, it's still warm Well, drink some while it's hot."

"Bai Shaoqing doesn't need to come here so late." Murong Yan felt uncomfortable and didn't want to accept his favor.

"Mr. Murongsi is so polite. I've already come here. Could it be that Mr. Murongsi still wants to issue an order to evict the guests?" Bai Shaoqing smiled, put down the goat milk pot, and touched her haggard face and frowning brows: "Yes Isn't it a headache?"

(End of this chapter)