Tyrant Be Good, I'll Love You

However, Qi Mujing thought that she was still pretending, deliberately ignoring the blood on her lips, and put a hand on her neck, "Zhi-er has already agreed to stay in my room, so the position of the main house is still yours. I'm also determined to treat you like before. "But you …"

He placed his finger into the box and said, "Your plan was to harm Zhi Er first, then you would act unbridled before everyone in the house. After that, how many 'good things' have you done …"

"I know that my crimes are unforgivable. I don't have the face to continue staying in the house of the Marquis, so can I leave now?!" Shen Zhi Qiao said indifferently as she shook off his hand that was around her neck.

She didn't look like she knew she was wrong …

He reached out to grab her arm, but in the next instant, she violently swung him away. "Let go of me. It's dirty!"

Dirty? Dirty again!

Qi Mujing's eyes turned red. This was the second time he heard this word from her mouth.

However, she didn't feel it at all. She even dragged her weak body out step by step.

Clenching his fists tightly, he stared at her shivering back and coldly said, "Shen Zhi Qiao, if you step out of this door today, you will no longer be my wife and the house of the Marquis will no longer accept you!"

Shen Zhi Qiao stopped walking, but his hands couldn't help but tremble inside his sleeves.

However, she raised her foot once again and resolutely walked towards the outside.

He watched as she crossed the fence and walked down the path full of bright red peach blossoms. Without hesitation, she stepped out of the yard.

Qi Mujing suddenly gripped her chest tightly, and her ruthlessness disappeared in a flash. The corner of her eyes suddenly fell, and she staggered as she sat heavily on the chair. She stared blankly at her passing figure for a long, long time …

Shen Zhi Qiao was like a zombie as he wandered around the streets in a daze.

After leaving the house of the Marquis, after leaving the man who viewed her as his life, she felt as if she had no roots and no heart.

Perhaps it was because she subconsciously didn't want to be in a busy street where there were people, and she didn't want more people to see her in such a sorry state.

She deliberately made her way to a quiet place.

She was like a small boat floating on a vast ocean, without direction.

In a narrow passageway.

A ragged man stopped her, a broken bowl in his dark hands. "Miss, I haven't eaten in days. Please, please give me something to eat."

Shen Zhi Qiao stopped walking and slowly raised her head to look. A pair of pale lips was stained with blood. Her eyes were empty and terrifying.

The man was immediately scared half to death. The broken bowl in his hands fell to the ground as he screamed and quickly fled while leaning against the wall.

Shen Zhi Qiao's brows slightly creased. He lowered his head to look at the broken bowl beneath his feet, crouched down, and picked up a piece of the bowl.

She wondered if she would be relieved if she were to lightly draw it across her neck.

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt the back of his head go numb, and then he lost consciousness.

It was a simple and grand room.

Nan Jue held his hand behind him, his jade-like face carrying a look of worry, "Elder, it has been a few days since you left your 'home', when do you plan to return?"

On the bed chair blocked by the red muslin, the man laid down with his eyes closed. His features were delicate and gentle, his red clothes lightly wrapped around his long and thin body, his five fingers were clean and unblemished as they tapped on the skin of the tiger below him.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to be filled with the milky way, sexy and hazy.

Hearing his words, the corner of his mouth twitched. He lowered his eyes, and his left hand habitually stroked the blood jade on his waist as he said faintly, "If he's awake, so be it."

"What is going on at Marquis Zhong Lie's manor?" He raised his gaze, his gaze seeming to pierce through the layers of red gauze and land on Nan Jue's face.

"It seems that there is a joyous occasion. The mansion is decorated with lanterns and decorations, and there is an endless stream of visitors every day. Even Prince Lin from the south has presented a generous gift yesterday."

"Qi Mujing is fast …" He said something incomprehensible, then propped himself up, his jade white fingers lightly lifted up a wave of weft, his eyes squinted, "Come with me to see if the person is awake."

With these words, he moved as fast as a ghost and instantly disappeared from the room.

Nan Jue helplessly sighed and could only follow.

"Lan Jun. Can she wake up today?" Before the person arrived, the voice had arrived.

The corner of Lou Lan's mouth drew back into a smile as he stood up from the stool in front of the bed. His pupils revealed a hint of a smile as he looked at the person in red dress walking in slowly from the door. "She won't die. It's up to her alone whether she wakes up or not."

The people sitting on both sides of the bed kneeled down and lowered their heads.

"Alright, let's go down." His voice was impatient as he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bloodless figure on the bed with his beautiful eyes.

The large, well-defined hand reached into the blanket and precisely held her slender wrist.

After a moment, he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up sinisterly, "Didn't they already die?! Lan Jun. Your medical skills have regressed a lot! "

Lou Lan frowned and subconsciously retorted, "No …."

Noticing the familiar demonic aura in his eyes, Lou Lan's eyebrows twitched. He looked at the person on the bed and saw that her eyelashes were trembling …

He understood and said, "Not practicing medicine for three years, his medical skills are rusted, and his diagnosis is normal. Could it be …"

"That's right!" He slightly raised his voice, retracted his hand, and slowly stood up. "She's already dead. Even an immortal god like her can't save her anymore!"

Was he going to save her?!

As soon as Nan Jue entered the room, he heard him say this.

Her jade-like face tensed up and she became nervous.

One had to know that the person on the bed was a close friend of his sister, Nan Yue. A few days ago, she had asked him to help her find him.

Now that she was dead, how could he tell her …

"Nan Jue, you came at the right time."

His left hand began to play with the blood jade on his waist again. His white fingers and the blood-red jade were embedded in the light, looking extremely pleasing to the eyes.

"What orders do you have for me?" After temporarily suppressing the shock in his heart, Nan Jue took a few steps forward and asked.

"Find two people to drag the person on the bed out and bury him …" Pausing for a moment, he covered his lips, "This is not good, let's just throw her to the unmarked cemetery in the back mountain. There are many dead people there, so it's better to have a companion."

The corner of Nan Jue's mouth twitched. He glanced at the person on the bed and saw that her chest seemed to be moving up and down …

"Master, she …" Not dead!

Before he could finish, he felt a threatening gaze land on him.

Nan Jue's body shivered as he lowered his head and said, "Yes, I'll go right now!"

Not long later, Nan Jue brought two men who were carrying a wooden frame in.

"Master, do you want to let the Divine Doctor Lan Jun have a look? Perhaps he might … "He's not dead?!" Nan Jue pursed his lips and couldn't help but once again look at the person on the bed.

"There's no need for that. I have personally seen it and confirmed that he is dead!"

His voice was firm, and his gaze fell upon the two people standing behind Nan Jue in a respectful manner, "Do you know of the burial grounds in the back of the mountain?!"

The two of them said at the same time, "This little one knows."

Satisfied, he nodded and said in a deep voice, "What are you still standing there for? Drag him out of here!"

"Yes sir!" The two of them were terrified. They put down the burdens in their hands, lowered their heads, and quickly walked up.

When they arrived at the bedside, the two of them were somewhat tied up. The only reason they couldn't find their bearings was because of the intense gazes that fell on them, causing them to tremble with fear.

"If you don't do anything, I'll bury you alive! If you find another person to throw her away!"

His words weren't very loud, and he even had a smile on his face. However, somehow, those who heard it felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The two of them did not dare to hesitate anymore. They quickly reached out with their hands to lift the blanket and bring the person out. As they did, the person on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the two of them.

The two men's hands and legs trembled as they fell to the ground with fear written all over their faces. They screamed out, "Deceit! Forgery!"