After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 637 I Let You Die, Do You Go
Seeing the gloomy expression on Yin Jiuqing's face, Chongyang swallowed with difficulty.

"My lord, this subordinate just asked for a favor, isn't it?"

"Hehe." She twitched the corners of her mouth with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

Is it always someone else who sets off her?

Today, it's her who sets off him, and the more he thinks about it, the more he gets annoyed!

"Then tell me the reason why you saved the little monk."

Hearing this, Chongyang glanced at her, and when she was about to speak, she snorted, "Don't tell me such nonsense that you are afraid of being punished by God."

Facing her strange eyes, Chongyang slightly dodged his gaze.

After the young master forgot everything, everyone agreed very tacitly that there was nothing like what she said about Li Cang and Gu Qingyu.

If you talk about Li Cang now, it will be cruel to Gu Qingyu.

And he has indeed done a lot for the young master.

Thinking of this, he said: "The subordinates just feel that the monk is inexplicably sympathetic when people look at it. Don't you think he is very pitiful, young master?"

Yin Jiuqing frowned tightly, and nodded in agreement.

"Hearing what you said, now that I think about it, I feel that he is a bit pitiful. Seeing how he is crying, he must have been abused a lot."

"..." Chongyang coughed in embarrassment, but didn't dare to say anything more.

Anyway, the truth of the matter is that Li Cang was abused and cried by the son, and her light words made him give up his life.

Thinking of this, Chong Yang suddenly asked, "My lord, will you let your subordinates commit suicide one day?"

Yin Jiuqing looked at him, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

"I let you die and you go?"

"Don't go."

"Get out."

Chongyang: "..."

……

Yanjing Dynasty.

"Master, the eldest princess and Li Cang...we saw you." Wei Li walked in and reported with a complicated expression.

One of Gu Qingyu's hands trembled suddenly, and the pen in his hand drew a long mark on the white rice paper, which was instantly dirty.

Seeing his master's ashen face at that moment, Wei Li said immediately.

"Li Cang is now Jia Lan's national teacher, he stepped forward to stop the fight, but was given a dagger by the eldest princess and asked him to kill himself."

Gu Qingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his deep eyes looked away as if they were out of focus.

"How is Li Cang?"

"I was injured, if Chongyang hadn't rescued him in time, I'm afraid he would be decapitated by now."

Compared with Li Cang's situation, Gu Qingyu suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion.

At least, she didn't force him to kill himself with a sword, nor did she think of taking his life.

Seeing the puzzling smile on his master's face, the corners of Wei Li's lips twitched slightly.

He didn't think there was any joke in it.

He took away the black ink-stained rice paper, and wrote stroke by stroke on the new rice paper with the brush.

"..." Wei Li glanced at her silently, didn't dare to say more, turned and walked out.

Gu Qingyu here is happy just because the other party didn't force him to commit suicide.

But Li Cang, who is in Jialan now, is like living in purgatory on earth.

He sat silently in the room alone, staring blankly at the smiling Buddha. The wound on his neck was still terrible, but he didn't intend to deal with it.

He asked the Buddha, if the heart was sitting on the cloud platform at that time, would there be no final heart-piercing pain?
But the Buddha seemed unable to give him an answer.

Tart Yan pushed the door open and entered. When he saw the eye-catching scar on his neck, a smoldering anger appeared in his eyes, "Who hurt you?"

(End of this chapter)