Ning Changrui suddenly woke up from the drunkenness, and gritted his teeth.
“It’s you.” Ning Changrui looked around and determined that the young man had broken into his mansion alone. Then the fear in his eyes turned into contempt.
No matter how powerful he was, he was just a wounded brat who had been poisoned, and how could he be against his dozen or so slaves who had been raised by killing people?
“I wanted you to die in the Colosseum, but who knows that your fate is so hard, and you escaped again and again.”
Thinking of this, Ning Changrui played with the walnuts and said with a sneer: “It doesn’t matter if you escaped, but you even dare to come to my palace to die! This is really not choosing a good life but taking a risk to seek death instead!”
With a wave of his hand, ten slaves drew their swords and fully surrounded the young man.
The strings cracked with a clang, and the sound of the zither stopped abruptly.
The dark wind swept across, and the door of the side courtyard closed suddenly, covering the blood all over the place.
Meanwhile, in front of Ci’en Temple.
There are eminent monks lighting lamps and chanting scriptures. Thousands of oil lamps are lit, shining so bright like the sea of stars, and there is a lively scene that can not be matched in the daytime.
Yu Huanchen carried melons, fruits, sesame oil and other things while helping his sister out of the carriage, and then teasing her: “Hurry up and ask the Bodhisattva for a marriage, so that our Sui Sui will be given a suitable husband.”
After a pause, he leaned closer to her ear and said: “It’s best, if he is surnamed Xue.”
He thought her sister would blush as usual, but Yu Lingxi just glanced at him and replied with a smile: “It would be better to ask for Brother’s marriage first, preferably with a well-educated and sensible girl.”
Being poked at the sore spot, Yu Huanchen immediately shut up.
When he was eighteen years old, under the order of his parents and with the words from a matchmaker, his marriage partner was arranged.
That girl came from a scholarly family, was about the same age as Yu Lingxi, and was a quiet and beautiful girl.
However, Yu Huanchen has always preferred unrestrained and frank women in the Jianghu, and disliked delicate and pretty ladies from respectable families with weeping faces. So he was very dissatisfied with this marriage.
Yu Lingxi knew that her older brother in her previous life used the excuse of the Northern Expedition to escape the marriage, but he never came back after that. Later, she heard that the girl was unwilling to break the agreement and marry another, then she cut her hair and became a nun in a fit of anger…
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Yu Lingxi put together her hands in front of the giant Buddha statue and clasped her ten fingers, and knelt devoutly.
In this life, she wishes all the imperfections can be perfected.
……
The wind swept through the sky and the broken snow fell on the side courtyard in Yongning Square.
In a short while, the muddy dark red in front of the steps was covered.
There was a splash of blood on the window paper, followed by the sound of a tall and strong body falling heavily to the ground.
The fallen slave had a dark face and a hideous scar on his eyebrow. It was the leader who had tried to assassinate him in the ‘lair’ earlier.
Ning Yin crouched down and found a secret letter with blood from the slave’s body.
Opening it up, a trace of darkness flashed across his gloomy eyes. There really is a traitor around him, and this person is cooperating with this stupid pig.
With five fingers clenched together, the secret letter turned into crumbs and fell from the fingers.
Ning Yin kicked the corpse under his feet, tore off an iron pendant from his neck, and looked at it against the light for a moment. Then he untied the dozen or so same iron pendants from his waist, and combined them with the one he had just obtained.
And on the threshold, lay a fat man covered in blood with his hands and feet twisted in a strange posture.
Two quarters of an hour ago, he was still mocking Ning Yin for courting death. But two quarters of an hour later, his hands and feet were twisted and he was thrown into a pool of blood, unable to cry out or move.
Ning Yin actually added poisonous smoke to the incense burner in advance to paralyze the mind. Because the blood in the room was too heavy, it was not noticed.
All the masters in the Mansion were killed by this brat!
Fear and resentment were intertwined in Ning Changrui’s eyes, and just like this, he watched the young man in black carrying the bloody iron pendants in his hands, walked gracefully to him, and then leaned over.
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