Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 106 Hate

"Miss won't really kill the young master?" As soon as they returned to their own room, Yutong grabbed Liuyan's arm eagerly and asked.

Liu Yan was caught by her, and the flesh on her arm was accidentally pinched, which caused a little pain, but Liu Yan didn't care about these things.

"Alas!" Liu Yan paced back and forth in the room, her brows furrowed, obviously anxious.

After walking for a long time, Liu Yan slowly calmed down, thinking about this matter.

"Yutong, I think the young master will be fine, don't worry." After a long time, Liu Yan finally came to this conclusion.

Yutong walked to her side in confusion, her dark shiny eyes rolled up and down, although her heart calmed down a little, she still asked Liuyan uneasy: "Why?"

"You think, looking at the appearance of the young lady, the young lady herself is not sure if the young master is safe, so it is obvious that the young master has been rescued. If he is rescued, then there must be nothing wrong."

Liu Yan uttered these words with certainty, and it was well-founded.

Yutong was still skeptical and apprehensive.

Sorrow hung on his face, and it was difficult to let go.

"Miss, why are you so cruel?" Yutong was a little annoyed, she couldn't understand this question.

"Hush, don't talk nonsense." Liu Yan glared at her before continuing to explain: "Since the young lady is so cruel, it means that the young master really angered her, and the young lady is not so ruthless, you didn't realize that, Was she in a trance just now?"

After finishing speaking, Liu Yan looked at Yu Tong with profound eyes, waiting for her to figure out the key point.

After listening to her, Yutong suppressed the grievance in her heart, and carefully recalled Qingcheng's expression, something was indeed wrong.

Moreover, once the young lady is offended, the young lady will only remain cold and indifferent, and will not have a tranced expression.

Just like when Murong Yu was trapped in the formation for a few days, the young lady didn't blink her eyes, she was just heartless and indifferent.

However, the young master is different, and the young lady treats him differently after all.

Thinking of this, Yutong felt a little guilty. She was already a Qingcheng person, but now she was still resentful towards her because of her former master, and the lady gave them opportunities again and again. It was too hurtful for her to behave like this.

Liu Yan saw her changing emotions, after all, she was a sister for many years, and her changing mind could not escape Liu Yan's eyes.

Liu Yan patted her on the shoulder lightly, and comforted her softly: "Know that you are wrong, put away all your emotions, don't forget the identity of the young master, he hasn't got what he wants, how could he die?"

Only then did Yutong remember Jun Qingli's identity, and smiled knowingly, indeed, how could he die?
I was dazzled by worry, Yutong smiled, and the worry and anxiety in my heart disappeared.

Qingcheng unconsciously exerted force on the window lattice, and her nails sank deep into the wood.

When listening to the conversation between the two of them outside the window, my heart was ups and downs, and finally settled down to dust.

What kind of identity actually makes you not even afraid of death?You leave lightly!
After hearing the last sentence, Qingcheng turned back to her room, as silent as when she came here, but her expression returned to the cold and unkindness of the past.

Wangfu.

After Murong Yu listened to the words of the dark guard, he threw out the crumpled paper casually.

When Qingcheng left the mansion, he sent a few hidden guards to follow him, although he knew that she could find out their existence.

He really returned to Liuxiangyuan, but who can guarantee that he won't be quietly transferred to another place?

Her two accompanying maids have disappeared since she entered the palace that day, and they have been searching around to no avail, so they can only be sent by her to do something.

What are you going to do in such a secret way?
Mu Qingcheng, what exactly do you want to do?

Murong Yu's face was gloomy, and it was even more oppressive under the backdrop of a purple robe. The dark guard knelt on the ground and dared not raise his head. The air pressure in the room was too low.

"Go and call the other people back. You don't need to look at Liuxiang Garden any more. Go secretly investigate the whereabouts of Mu Qingcheng's two maidservants. Go down!" Murong Yu said in a deep voice, but the atmosphere in the room became more and more gloomy. A dull and depressing feeling.

The dark guard quickly said yes, and quickly retreated.

Murong Yu opened Qingcheng's room and walked in. All the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as before she came, and nothing had been touched.

Only the gold-plated incense burner is still emitting white smoke, and the fragrance is lingering, but it is still a dead thing, lifeless.

Murong Yu suddenly thought of this, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, she may not be popular even if she is here.

He treats his life as nothing, and an outsider can take his life for a trivial matter.

That day, Die Er told him that there was a big puddle of blood in this room, and he understood after thinking about it. That day she went to Mingyue Pavilion to ask for the rejuvenation grass, probably for the seriously injured man.

Who could hide from the palace full of hidden guards and enter her room without being discovered, more than once.

This person is too deep and unfathomable, but how could he be seriously injured in Haoyue Xuan, and he needs the soul-reviving grass to save his life.

After much deliberation, Murong Yu could only come to one conclusion, that he was injured voluntarily, otherwise with that person's skill, no matter how bad he was, he should be able to draw with Mu Qingcheng, how could there be no commotion.

Murong Yu tore off the veil on Qingcheng's bed and threw it aside, as long as he remembered that he was stabbed by Qingcheng on this bed that day, and the glaring hickey, he wished to tear Qingcheng apart.

He, Murong Yu's concubine, openly committed adultery with other men in the room. No matter what the reason was, for the sake of self-esteem and face, how could he bear it? , the hatred is also increasing day by day.

Even if this king can't touch you now, one day you will have to prostrate at my feet and surrender!

There were bloodshot eyes in Murong Yu's eyes, and the bloodthirsty hatred made him already set the ending for Qingcheng in his heart.

Following the raging flames, Murong Yu cut open the bed that Qingcheng slept in with a sword, and the bed collapsed in an instant. Murong Yu looked at the torn apart bed with a cold smile on his lips, as if the one who cut it was not bed, but Allure.

Duanlang and Die'er heard the sound of heavy objects collapsing outside the door, turned their eyes to the room, and both sighed helplessly.

I have followed Murong Yu for so many years, but I have never seen him like the Shura these days, no wonder he has the name of Ghost Raksha.

Die'er shook her head regretfully. In fact, since she served Qingcheng these days, she can feel that Qingcheng is not like an ordinary woman, and her demeanor is not inferior to that of the prince, but she and the prince hate each other, and it is getting worse. good.

Die'er put away this absurd idea, stood upright, glanced at Duanlang who was always expressionless, and then lowered her head again.
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