Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Qingshan: "Naturally, the servant is afraid. When a steamed bun was coaxed, it was just to survive. The servant dared to tell the girl this because the young master entrusted someone to order. If the girl asks, the servant will know everything."

  Baitang's expression became even weirder: "You continue."

  Qingshan: "According to what I know, after the former palace master was killed by the young master, the young master chopped him up and fed him to the dogs, leaving him ashes."

  Baitang picked up a glass of water and shook it lightly: "If that's the case, it's not cruel enough."

  The green shirt leaned against the quiet and gentle girl in front of her in surprise.

  What did she say?

"It is also said that the young master chained the former palace lord, broke his veins, cut off his tongue, gouged out his eyes, smashed his kneecaps, and then cut a part of it every day and threw it to the dog. Until the former palace lord died. "

  Baitang raised his eyebrows: "This sounds similar."

   This is in line with Bai Qingyun's personality, and it is more in line with Bai Qingyun's experience.

   Qingshan: "...?"

  Young master is so special to Miss Bai, is it also perverted?

  Baitang was thoughtful: "What exactly does your young master want?"

  Qingshan: "Ah... the slaves don't know, but no one knows what the young master is thinking."

   What is she talking about?

  Baitang: "Is there an antidote for Fusheng?"

  Qingshan's face changed: "Girl, you... Fusheng is the secret medicine of our sect, and I have never heard of any antidote."

  Baitang shook his hand lightly: "Go down."

   After Qingshan went out, he was called to the dark pavilion.

  Bai Qingyun held a whip in his hand. The whip was a different color black, and it was stained with bright red blood, while the end near the handle was silver.

  The sick and weak young man sitting in a wheelchair is like a ghost from hell, exuding viciousness all over his body.

  Musan said softly: "Tell me about the details of your relationship with Miss Bai. You can't hide everything. You won't be held accountable."

   Qingshan stood aside, reporting in a low voice, beating a drum in his heart.

  Bai Qingyun rolled the whip in his hands, and under his dark eyes, as if facing an abyss, he raised his hand. The whip scattered, and the blue shirt broke its shell in shock. After realizing it, it continued to report.

  Bai Qingyun raised his hand again and hit the hanging man with a few whips.

  The person who was hanging was almost out of breath.

   After Qingshan finished reporting, Bai Qingyun gently shook his hand: "It's good to take care of Miss Bai. If something happened to her, the former palace lord will be your fate."

   Qingshan shuddered and said: "Your servant obeys."

  After leaving the dark pavilion, Qingshan felt relieved and took a few deep breaths.

  Bai Qingyun patted the wheelchair with his left hand, and a needle was shot from under the wheelchair. The needle passed through the center of the man's forehead, leaving only a small blood hole.

   "Mu San, throw it out and let them walk around it. Beat the unsafe ones, and let them see what happens to the traitors. The car is torn apart, feed the dogs."

  Mu San has long been used to it, and his expression has not changed.

   "Yes, son."

  Bai Qingyun sat under the crabapple tree, with her hands in front of her stomach, and the pink and white petals occasionally fell down.

  Bai Qingyun looked up at the tree full of crabapple flowers.

   I have been greeted and sent off before, and I have never looked at it.

   Reaching out to catch a flower, he looked at the soft flower in his palm.

   "Regret for a while..."

   "Regret all my life...I have chosen."

  Bai Qingyun closed her fingers and grabbed the crabapple, unwilling to let go.

  …

   Three days later.

  Bai Qingyun chose a few women's dresses, a sandalwood comb, a few hairpins, and other accessories.

   As a woman, Mu Si is more thoughtful.