The concubine is often fierce, the prince is too difficult to deal with

Chapter 41 Rongjing's Mysterious Past 1
This fear is different from anything I have encountered before.

Now, she only felt that the blood all over her body was coagulated.

The one standing in front of him was not the silver-haired boy, but Bai Wuchang from hell, who came to claim his life!
Looking at Qin Muge's almost dumbfounded appearance, the silver-haired boy's bright eyes flashed.

That pale face seemed to be tinged with anger because of Qin Muge's blood smudged.

"Hey you……"

Qin Muge gasped and glanced at his wrist.

The place where the skin was scratched turned red from his sucking, and the tiny blood beads seemed to be bubbling out unstoppably, adorning the white wrist with a few red plums.

The silver-haired boy raised his plain hand, and lightly brushed the wound on her wrist...

The wound that was still bleeding instantly solidified, leaving only a purple-red delicate blood scab.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell that the wound has been destroyed just now.

While moving, the boy exhaled into the frozen Qin Muge's ear, "I don't call you Hey, call me Suyu."

Qin Muge followed Suyu's breath in a daze, and repeated mechanically, "Su, Suyu?"

"Yes, remember."

Seeing Qin Muge nodding obediently, Suyu's cold face finally showed a satisfied expression.

"Don't tell me, you are doing it for my blood..."

Perhaps it was from that moment just now that Qin Muge's curiosity about Suyu instantly turned into fear.

Suyu didn't hide it either, looking at Qin Muge's face with his clear blue eyes, "Half and half."

Qin Muge continued to ask with a stiff neck, "What is the other half?"

Hearing her question like this, a slight smile rarely crossed Su Yujuemei's face, "You will know soon."

"..." Qin Muge was stunned.

Pale lips revealed her uneasy emotions.

Suyu seemed to see through her panic, he slowly approached her, and embraced her slender waist.

This time, she didn't resist at all.

The first time I saw her so obedient and obedient, I felt like a kitten caught by someone.

A faint warmth flashed in Suyu's deep blue eyes, and he gently blew into Qin Muge's ear.

The cool breath made her body tremble slightly, "Don't worry, this level won't kill you. But..."

Qin Muge turned his neck vigilantly, looked at Suyu's beautiful face, and waited eagerly for his next words.

"However, if you want to escape, I can't guarantee it."

This sentence was like a curse, and it was cast on Qin Muge's body in an instant.

She reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, showing an extremely awkward smile, "Why, how come, Mu Ge won't go anywhere until he pays back Mr. Suyu's favor."

Suyu's slender fingertips caressed Qin Muge's black hair lightly, and finally fell on her pink lips along her long and fair neck.

"Just call me Suyu."

Gently rubbing Qin Muge's full and plump lips with her fingertips, feeling the wonderful touch, Suyu found that she was a little reluctant to move her fingertips away.

Qin Muge's scalp was a little numb, she resisted the touch on her lips, and subconsciously closed her eyes.

When Qin Muge opened his eyes again, Suyu's person had disappeared.

In the empty boudoir, only his voice like a breeze is left.

"Remember what I just said!"

Qin Muge's gaze followed the direction of the sound, and he could see the low curtains of his boudoir being moved by a gust of breeze.

Suyu has already left!
Qin Muge only felt that his feet were soft, and when he fell down on the soft couch beside him, he realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

Who is this Suyu?

Looking down at his wrist, Qin Muge discovered that the red and swollen wound had begun to heal slowly under his smiling movement.

According to this rhythm, it is estimated that after another quarter of an hour, the previous scratches will not be visible at all, right?
Qin Muge only felt a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead:
What kind of evildoer did I encounter?

Hey, so scary!

Because of Qin Muge's sadness and fear, the whole Yuancui Pavilion was surrounded by a faint haze.

At the same time, in the ghost forest on the outskirts of Luoyang City, it was a completely different scene.

Ghost Forest, you can hear some secrets just from the name.

This ghost forest got its name because it was once haunted by ghosts. Even in the daytime, few pedestrians passed by.

Not to mention the thick night and the windy night, and even a living thing can't be seen.

At this time, the night gradually fell, and the originally transparent ghost forest gradually dimmed.

The roar of wild beasts, the howling of the mountain wind, and the rustling of the leaves added to the spooky forest.

But in the depths of the ghost forest, which should have been invisible, there are some green "wild lights" lit up out of season.

But if you get closer, you can see clearly: Those are not "wild lights" at all, but a dozen or so men in black gathered together.

Those men in black stood neatly in a row, and the only pair of eyes that were exposed looked respectfully at the ground.

In front of them, a tall man stood tall.

The huge black cloak covered all his features, even his eyes.

"How are things going today?"

In the deep voice, there was a suffocating sense of oppression, like a Shura messenger from hell.

After a while of silence, a man in black stepped out from the queue.

"Master, no one caught it!"

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, the man under the cloak immediately exuded a sinister aura of prey that made one's soul fly away.

Dou Da's cold sweat broke out just like that, and the man in black fell to his knees suddenly, "There are so many people in Yifulou today, we only moved after following the alley behind the Prime Minister's mansion. To succeed, but was disrupted by a group of beggars..."

Before the man in black finished speaking, the cloaked man's figure flashed, and an iron claw made of steel under the cloak grabbed his throat fiercely, making him almost out of breath.

"Fart, a group of beggars can mess up your game, are you all shit eaters?"

With a blushing face, the man in black explained with difficulty, "Those people are all masters, but they just pretended to be beggars. We, we haven't investigated who they are yet!"

The cloaked man narrowed his eagle eyes, and made a forceful move on his hand...

There was only a crisp "cracking" sound, and the man in black who was caught by his throat didn't even have a chance to snort. He closed his eyes forever with a tilt of his neck.

The man in the cloak condensed his internal strength, grabbed his corpse and threw it away in disgust.

The corpse was shot out like a stone, hit the tree trunk, and finally fell to the ground like a withered leaf.

"An unarmed woman can't handle it. What use do I need you?"

The man in the cloak said coldly, "Go back, if you don't succeed next time, you will end up with him!"

Seeing the previous scene, most of the well-trained men in black had their backs soaked in cold sweat.

At this moment, hearing the order from the man in the cloak was like receiving amnesty.

With a flash of their figures, black shadows quickly disappeared in front of the cloaked man like ghosts.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless things!"

The man in the cloak looked at those black figures, and killing intent flashed in his eagle eyes.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind him.

He was startled, and when he turned around, he could barely see his subordinate being stopped halfway and his neck broken.

"who is it!"

As soon as the man in the cloak finished speaking, the body of a man in black smashed towards him.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he slapped his face and smashed his subordinate into pieces.

"Who is it?"

The man in the cloak was looking around with terrible anger in his eagle eyes, holding his breath, trying to find the person who attacked him.

However, after a rustling sound, a touch of bright red in the night slowly appeared in his eyes.

The shadows of the trees were vague, covering up the appearance of the future man, so that he could not see clearly.

"Don't you want to know which way we go?"

A playful and cynical voice came out from the darkness, a pair of dazzling peach blossom eyes reflected the dazzling bright moonlight, shining and moist, it was too beautiful to behold.

It's a pity that under those eyes, what is hidden is the fierceness that kills without blinking an eye.

"I'll tell you now, which way I'm from!"

Before the sound came down, the corpses of those men in black shot at the cloaked man from all directions.

He was terrified, so many dead men under his command were beheaded invisibly at that moment just now.

Who is this man?

How could it be so powerful!

The man in the cloak was in a hurry to deal with the sudden corpse, so why would he have time to worry about anything else?

No, just after knocking down five corpses, it gave people a loophole.

Just when he was about to raise his hand to hit the sixth corpse in front of him, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He subconsciously looked down, and was shocked to find that there was a sharp knife stuck in his chest.

The sharp blade came from behind, almost piercing his chest.

He turned around in disbelief, and pulled the sharp blade away from his chest.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the man in red didn't do anything at all just now.

At this moment, the person holding the sword turned out to be a handsome young man dressed as a book boy.

His sword was very precise, and his strikes were crisp and sharp, without even the slightest ripple on his face!
"Who the hell are you..." The man in the cloak vomited a mouthful of blood.

The handsome little book boy with the sword frowned, and grinned at the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth, "If you want to know who we are, go to hell and ask Hades!"

The cloaked man twitched twice, and after a mouthful of old blood spewed out, he fell back stiffly.

Seeing that the man in the cloak was already dead, a long figure slowly walked out of the shadowy dark place.

The passionate red, reflected in the moonlight, is strange and coquettish.

That person is none other than the magnificent Weiyang King of Nanling—Rongjing.

And it was the little bookboy next to him-Su Mu who made the clean move just now.

If the master and servant stand together...

Others would never have imagined that they would have such a decisive and clean method to kill the clan.

Su Mu put away the sword in his hand, with disdain on his face.
"I thought it was some powerful character, but it's nothing."

As soon as Su Mu's voice fell, Rong Jing's eyes that had been falling on the cloaked man's body flickered slightly.

That dignified gaze fell on his half-exposed iron arm without blinking.

(End of this chapter)