Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 52 Young owner, I will bet on you to support you 52
Ban Jin has never figured out the significance of this value.

Because there is a task progress bar above the value. Although there is no number marked on the top, Banjin feels that the two represent different meanings.

Mu Ling'er's body was extremely weak, lying on the bed, she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

But she moves her fingers.

Move the index finger of the left hand, and the servant girl crawls like a dog.

Move the middle finger of the left hand, and the servant girl will be whipped.

The ring finger of the left hand moved, and the maid was slipped by the horse in the yard.

In short, don't give up until you play with the maid to the last breath.

Zhu Yong and Cao Gang saw all this in their eyes, and couldn't help but sigh that the servant girl's life is really tough, and her body is also very strong.

On this day, the servant girl was fined to the point of dying again, and was taken back to her residence by Cao Gang.

"During the martial arts competition, you can see fish and dragons mingling in the green hills. It's a good time for you to escape." Cao Gang suddenly said this for some reason.

The corner of the servant girl's lips twitched, her breath was unsteady, and she said, "Miss is holding the servant's contract of sale in her hand."

Cao Gang didn't think that a contract of selling one's body could really trap a person, and said again: "It's better to leave Qingshan Temple in the chaos and hide your name than to be tortured here every day."

And after that, Mu Linger will definitely kill the servant girl.

The past two days have intensified.

"Why do you mention some slaves?"

The maid was puzzled.

She is used to the days of relying on others, and she can't imagine what it would be like to not have to wait on others.

However, a glimmer of hope inevitably rose in my heart.

Why mention it?

Cao Gang couldn't figure it out, he just couldn't bear it, and he didn't want her to really die.

A maid's life can be seen to the end at a glance.

He had never been a nosy one, but he couldn't help but want to.

"I can help you."

He even makes this promise impulsively.

Zhu Yong is as meticulous as dust, and he sees Cao Gang's strangeness in his eyes and keeps it in his heart.

He is also straightforward, whenever he has a question, he pulls people to a corner where no one is around, and presses them for questioning.

Cao Gang frowned and recounted the matter with the maid.

Zhu Yong said straightly that he was confused, it was clearly because he was attracted to others.

"The Flying Eagle Faction has many enemies. Even if you are looking for a woman, you should find one who knows martial arts, so that she will not hold you back!"

"Aside from being tough, what else can that servant girl do? What's more, the world is not peaceful, and there are many wretched and treacherous people. If you let a young woman with no power to hide her name, you are not afraid that she will be missed by those things!"

"It's better to hit the fake death point tomorrow when you beat the person to the last breath, and lie to Mu Ling'er that the person is dead! What happens after that is up to you."

Zhu Yong said that he was gnashing his teeth, hating iron for not being steel!

At first Cao Gang thought that Zhu Yong was going to scold him, but he didn't expect it to be a trick!

This method is much better than what he thought!

"Then tomorrow..."

"Do it tomorrow!"

Zhu Yong made the final decision.

Well, Cao Gang understands, Zhu Yong is here to make a decision for him.

Hong Zhentian doesn't care about these things, he just needs to see that Mu Ling'er is not dead.

Song Qingxiu heard every word of the plot that he thought was secret here.

"Master, what should we do next?"

The reason why Mu Ling'er was able to get so seriously ill was thanks to this servant girl.

It is actually not difficult to make Mu Linger's already weak body worse, the difficulty lies in how to make her gradually collapse in the process.

Not only to be tortured physically, but also to be swallowed by the fear deep in my heart all the time.

(End of this chapter)