After leaving these words behind, Chang Su walked towards the storyteller's position like the wind.

Before he could hold the person hostage, red liquid flowed down from the corner of the other person's mouth, trickling and bright.

Tick ​​tick tick downward.

His body fell heavily to the ground immediately, and his chaotic eyes were filled with excitement about death.

On the desk with an eye-catching display, there is a strange looming handwriting that is as thick as blood. It changes from blurry to unusually clear. Each stroke of the pen is vigorous. It can be seen how hard the person who wrote it wrote when he left these words.

It’s the word ‘kill’.

The smell of blood in the air became thicker, and was then covered up by an indescribable stench.

Gu Huaizhi kept walking, stepping on the steps step by step. He didn't pay any attention to the movement here.

His expression was a little cold, and he turned his jade ring finger faster.

He is a good official, but he has never liked to take charge of things, and he does not go too far to do things on his behalf. For handling cases, there is the Ministry of Punishment and the Dali Temple.

Yun Simian retched, and when he looked over, he saw that the storyteller's green robe was quickly wetted, and the exposed skin was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a sizzling sound, and the other party did not even have time to cry out in pain.

, it turned into a pool of blood, with no bones left.

"It's dead, it's dead." Someone was peeing and moving back in fear.

The crowd screamed loudly.

Everyone huddled together and ran out in panic, desperate for their lives and regardless of their manners.

Chang Su was obviously a different person. He had many torturous ways to die. This was the first time he saw this. He made a face, squatted down, and studied it carefully. His eyes were full of thirst for knowledge.

Yun Simian was so disgusted that he retched, and his legs were shaking.

"Sir...Seriously, I'm going to report to the official."

Chang Su: "Don't worry, the people from the Punishment Department will be here soon."

The movement downstairs naturally spread to the second floor. Someone opened the window and looked down. When he saw clearly, he collapsed to the ground in fright, sweating profusely.

The soundproofing here is really not good, and the sound of crying could easily reach Ruan Zhen's ears.

No matter how calm Ruan Zhen was, she was still a woman, and her heart skipped a beat.

Liu Weiran walked up to Ruan Zhen and swallowed carefully: "Dead...dead?"

Ruan Zhen took a breath and patted her hand reassuringly: "Don't be afraid."

Liu Weiran: ...If your hands are shaking, please stop comforting me.

With a creaking sound, the door was opened. Changfeng suddenly drew his sword, and after seeing the person clearly, he silently stepped back.

"Husband." Ruan Zhen was so surprised that her heart dropped completely.

It seems that with Gu Huai's presence, any thrill can turn into peace of mind.

Gu Huaizhi stared at her and frowned slightly when he saw the ill-fitting skirt. He didn't ask anything, but said lazily: "I've finished my business. I'll take you back home on the way."

Yun Simian, who was catching up from behind, said: ...We have circled half of Lin'an City, do you want to take a trip?

The woman's slender eyelashes trembled slightly: "The storyteller..."

Gu Huaizhi walked over, pulled her to stand up, and said calmly: "These days have been rough."

Warm fingertips touched the woman's pale face, and he rubbed it once or twice, and the fingertips felt smooth. The man smiled softly, with a bit of heartache, and comforted him: "Can you leave?"

"Yes." Ruan Zhen stood up, trying to ignore the noise and harshness outside, and put her small hands on the corners of his clothes.

Gu Huaizhi seemed to have just seen the woman beside Ruan Zhen. He frowned slightly and said calmly to Chang Feng: "Send Miss Liu back to Earl Yongyi's Mansion."

Liu Weiran burst into tears: Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ruan Zhen held the handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose. Her little face turned red. Just as she was about to go down the steps, she couldn't help but look downstairs. When she saw the puddle, she didn't know whether it was red or black and bluish, as if she had been poisoned.

The storyteller's robe floated on the puddle of liquid.

This is......

Ruan Zhen was startled, her whole body felt cold, and her legs felt weak.

Never had she seen such a bloody scene.

The next moment, the hand on his waist tightened. The man pressed Ruan Zhen's head into his arms.

The cold pine woody fragrance on his body filled the tip of his nose, and Ruan Zhen was able to breathe a little.

"Husband, husband...jun." Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. There was even a hint of crying.

Gu Huaizhi squinted his eyes, pursed his thin lips, leaned over slightly, picked the person up effortlessly, and walked down the steps calmly.

In exchange for a soft cry from the woman, the little lady, who was usually the most polite, stretched out her slender arms without saying a word and wrapped them around Gu Huaizhi's neck.

She sniffed, and the soft breath came to her lightly, and she felt itchy for a while.

Gu Huaizhi paused and hugged her tighter.

Liu Weiran covered her mouth: "Uuuuuuuuuah, it's so scary."

She looked at Gu Huai in front of her who felt very secure, and then subconsciously looked at Yun Simian.

Unexpectedly, Yun Simian was even more timid than her: "It scared me to death, it scared me to death."

Soon, An Qi was hugged by Liu Weiran's waist, and Changfeng followed closely behind him, trying to pull him and Yun Simian for protection.

Both of them had expressionless faces.

The carriage of the Duke's Mansion had already stopped outside. After Gu Huaizhi carried her on the horse, he did not let Ruan Zhen get up, and Ruan Zhen simply fell on him.

Perhaps there was no one around at the moment, and Ruan Zhen didn't have so many scruples. Her eyes were red, and the crystal-hot tears slid down one by one along the quiet, white and tender hibiscus face, and fell into the skirt of her clothes, moistening them.

Blockbuster.

Her aggrieved shoulders were twitching, which was really pitiful.

With the soft fragrance and warm jade in her arms, Gu Huaizhi felt inexplicably irritable.

Cried! Cried!

The prince is at a loss what to do.

What to do, how to coax?

He took a deep breath and decided to teach her a lesson.

"Ruan Zhen." The man's voice was deep.

"You are very capable."

"You dare to watch that kind of scene. It's so fast that I can't stop you. Do you still have the ability to cry after watching it?"

Ruan Zhen was wilted, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she saw a bloody scene. The skirt of her clothes was wet and a little sticky.

The young lady thought for a moment, then slowly pulled the corner of Gu Huaizhi's clothes and wiped it.

Gu Huaizhi:......

"Where did you get this outfit?"

"It was given to me by the Young Madam of the Vice Minister's House." She whispered.

Gu Huaizhi pinched the fabric that didn't fit his waist and picked it up with his fingertips, leaving a section free.

He couldn't hold back and uttered a word.

"ugly."

Ruan Zhen pursed her lips, raised her head suddenly, and stared at him with her red eyes.

"I've been like this, but you haven't said a word to me. You're still mean to me, so I don't want you to hug me anymore." She said this, but she still leaned on him motionless.

Oh, do you want to refuse or welcome?

Gu Huaizhi raised his eyebrows: "Then let go?"

She blinked, and tears rolled down her eyes: "Can't you just give in to me?"

Submit? How could he, Gu Huaizhi, submit to a woman?

Gu Huaizhi was silent.

Gu Huaizhi continued to remain silent.

After a while, he finally spoke out in a tentative tone: "Then..."
Chapter completed!