The daily life of the villain

Chapter 420 Color Embroidery
"The guest's heart is so simple. I am a rootless duckweed, and the Jun family is powerful and powerful here. Naturally, the officials will choose to protect the Jun family. But tell the guest my name. What do I say, the guest leaves After that, don't report to the official again." The man said lightly.

Hearing this, Fan Rongning no longer persisted, and slowly said: "It's okay, but if I can do something for the young master, I will definitely try my best to do it."

"Thank you..." the man said in a low voice.

After finishing speaking, Fan Rongning turned and left the room.

In the other room, the scenery outside the window is still beautiful and moving, but the inside of the room is different.

The ink on the table was spilled all over the floor, a writing brush was parked on the ground, and the rice paper with unfinished poems on the table was also blown to the ground.

Inside the room, Qian Cheng was leaning on the table while Lu Hehuan was nestling in his arms. At this moment, he was arranging his clothes while chatting and laughing with Qian Cheng.

On the other hand, Qian Cheng looked at Lu Hehuan in his arms with a satisfied face, and said, "Two hours are not up yet, what are you going out in such a hurry for?"

Hearing this, Lu Hehuan glared at him coquettishly, and said: "You are out of shape, you don't even look like a monk of Yulingzong, don't forget, we are still in the Seven Layer Mystery Tower!"

"Now I know it's still in the Xuanji Pagoda," Qian Cheng said with a helpless smile.

"You're used to being unreasonable." Lu He said with a smile, pushing away Qian Cheng who had been trying to get closer, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

In order to be able to firmly grasp Qian Cheng's heart, her sacrifice is big enough, but this is also the happiest day for Qian Cheng in the Seven-Level Mystery Tower, because soon, he will die.

Thinking of this, Lu Hehuan narrowed his eyes slightly, then stood up and said, "It's getting late, and I don't know where Fan Rongning is now, Senior Brother Qian, let's go out and have a look."

Hearing this, Qian Cheng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he quickly grabbed Lu Hehuan who was about to go out and asked, "It's still early, and she probably hasn't explored all the rooms yet!"

After saying that, Lu Hehuan turned her head and looked at him: "Then what if she finds the eye and then leaves alone?"

Fan Rongning wanted to save the center room until the end, so this time, she chose the room on the other side.

Opened the door like last time, this time the house was extremely poor and empty, she scanned around, but did not find that there was a back room in this room, and even the lamps were only three weak white candles. candle.

The door closed automatically after she walked in. Fan Rongning didn't react too much to this, but the next moment, a dry and hoarse voice appeared behind her.

"You have his breath on you."

Hearing this, a light flashed in Fan Rongning's eyes, and she immediately turned around, but just as she turned around, one of the three white candles in the room went out with a "snap", and the whole room was dark again. A few points.

The sudden extinguishing of the white candle made Fan Rongning's heart tense, but the person and ghost in front of her now made her even more frightened.

I saw that the whole body of the person standing in front of my eyes seemed to have been burned, black as coke, and wrinkled, and the carrion on her face seemed to have been cut by a knife, the only good part of her whole body , it was the pair of opened eyes quietly looking at Fan Rongning.

Fan Rongning was startled by her at first, and her brows were already tightly frowned, but looking at the ghost cultivator standing in front of her like a scorched corpse, Fan Rongning was even more puzzled.

Thinking of the words I heard just now, Fan Rongning's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly thought of something, and said: "Are you Caixiu?"

When he heard the word "Caixiu", the ghost Xiu's eyes changed suddenly, and a pair of charred hands quickly pressed Fan Rongning's shoulders, and shouted: "You have seen him, you have seen him Is it? How is he now, did Miss Jun beat him, did she treat him harshly? "

Hearing her concern for He Yan in that room just now, Fan Rongning's eyes flashed with sympathy, she pursed her lips lightly and said, "He..."

However, just as her voice fell, the figure in front of her suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, a voice sounded from behind him again.

"No, no, it was he who killed me. If he hadn't seduced me, how could I have fallen in love, and ended up being buried in a sea of ​​flames? It was he who killed me!" With a hint of sharpness.

Hearing this, Fan Rongning turned around again, but just when she saw the unattractive face in front of her, another white candle in the room went out with a "snap".

Fan Rongning was stunned again, the light in the room became darker again, but she could still see the figure of the ghost cultivator, and saw that the ghost cultivator's eyes were full of anger and hatred, and he was tightly Staring at her, Fan Rongning frowned, and then said: "Since you hate him, then I will tell you about his current situation. He can't be tomorrow's groom at all. He was imprisoned in a room, and he was tortured continuously, which was very painful."

After Fan Rongning finished saying these words, she quietly watched the changes in the ghost cultivator in front of her. She really wanted to know what Caixiu was thinking, but looking at it now, she seemed a little strange.

"Hahaha, that's really great!" Caixiu clapped her hands involuntarily, and the only pair of eyes that could be recognized were also bent. Just when Fan Rongning thought she had such an attitude, Caixiu suddenly stopped. down.

Those eyes also slowly recovered, with a dazed look. After an unknown period of time, she began to say again: "How can Miss treat He Lang like this? If there is any grievance in your heart, you can attack me, my lowly servant girl." Just come, He Lang and I really love each other, I am willing to die for him!"

After speaking, the ghost Xiu began to walk slowly in the house, and said as he walked: "Since He Lang entered the mansion at the age of eight, he has taken good care of us servants, knowing that we are with the young lady. It's hard, but he is just a child with no ability and no backer, and he is studying with the lady. Life is no better than us. We are all children of poor families, and now we are all reduced to spoiled and domineering monarchs. By Miss's side, it is natural to rely on each other to support each other, but He Lang's appearance is good. When he was ten years old, many little girls admired him. They were all transferred to the outer courtyard as rough envoys, and even begged Mrs. Master to ask He Lang to be her foster husband..."

(End of this chapter)