The man sneered and threw away the steel knife he caught, and looked coldly at the woman who was sitting on the ground, unable to tell whether it was the dye of her clothes or the blood flowing out along her arm supported on the ground.

Wen Renya, the legendary waste?

Now it seems that she is much more interesting than the rumors.

As she struck again, the man lifted his foot and stomped on the wound in her chest.

The little woman who had been challenging his authority fell to the ground, her eyes wide open and slowly closed, without the slightest movement.

Looking at the little woman who was finally quiet, the man spoke coldly.

"Take it away."

A cat with claws is very fun, but he doesn't like to swing his claws at his cat.

Since this kitten is already his, it must be good to □□.

The Mansion of the Owl King. Den.

The man with the mask and the temperament of an immortal in the upper realm sat behind the large desk, lazily raising his eyes to look at the spy kneeling on the ground.

"How's it going?"

"Lord Qi, that woman's identity is indeed the righteous daughter of the Xiao family. It's just that there is a discrepancy between what I see today and what I have heard, and I don't know if there is a fraud. ”

"Oh?" The Ninth Prince, Shen Xiao, smiled coldly, and his gorgeous tone rose softly, making the kneeling person shudder.

For a long time, he commanded lightly.

"Let's go down, this king has his own plans for this matter, and tell the housekeeper that the wedding will be prepared as usual, and the auspicious day will be held normally."

"Subordinates obey."

Shen Xiao played with the paperweight in his hand, and the corners of his lips hooked up an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Smell the people.

I received news this morning that someone was going to ambush the family delivery team, and Shen Xiao personally led people to go there when he was idle, who wanted to be a step too late.

As for whether it was really late or deliberately late, this matter is still up for debate.

However, he was glad that he went today, otherwise how could he find such an interesting little woman.

The little woman who said that Chinese martial arts were all waste, but when she was seriously injured, she was especially indifferent, and her moves were all murderous. If he hadn't seen the wound that would have killed her if he had missed it a little later, he would have thought it wasn't serious at all.

"My brother Wang, are you sure that what you have sent to this king is a big joke and nothing else?"

He had never seen such scrap wood, such a joke.

Thinking of the reply of the doctor who treated her today, in addition to the knife wound on her chest, she had old wounds of different sizes, scalds, cuts and whip marks on her body.

Wen Renya, what kind of life are you living in Xiao Mansion.

When Wen Renya woke up, she was lying on a gorgeous and soft bed, surrounded by layers of pale red tulle curtains that naturally fell to the ground.

The wound on the chest had been medicated, bandaged neatly, and the ankle had been moved, and the bones had been connected. Raising his arm, looking at the various scars visible to the naked eye on it, the picture of the skinny girl being bullied by people with various faces kept flashing in his mind.

The emaciated girl cowered in the dark and damp firewood room, her empty eyes like a rag doll, silent, quiet, not resisting, not begging for mercy.

Since opening his eyes, his eyes, which had been indifferent, flashed with a trace of fierce killing intent.

The layers of curtains were lifted, and Wen Renya lifted her eyelids and looked coldly at the woman who was close to her, dressed as an apricot-colored maid. She held a bowl of black potion in her hand, and before she could lean over, the pungent smell had already arrived.