The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lu Jiuqing's heart beat hard and he subconsciously smashed the teacup in his hand.

With a bang, the tea cup shattered on the black figure, and the hot tea spilled all over the black figure. However, Lu Jiuqing did not hear any screams, only heavy breathing.

Seeing the black figure being hit by the teacup, he paused for a moment, and then approached Lu Jiuqing again. Lu Jiuqing was so frightened that he grabbed the scissors on the table and said sternly: "Don't come over here. If you come over again, I'll call someone." !”

The black shadow stopped when he heard that she was about to call someone.

Lu Jiuqing finally saw clearly that this dark figure was clearly a person.

He was wearing coarse linen clothes, the look of a servant in the mansion. One of his legs seemed to be lame, and he limped when he ran. His hair was tied up in a bun casually, with some messy hair hanging down on both sides, half covering his face. On the exposed cheek, there were countless scars crisscrossing the face, leaving the face so mangled that it was impossible to see its original appearance.

Lu Jiuqing saw the figure in front of him clearly, and was so horrified by that face that he took a breath.

How could this man become like this?

Judging from his clothes, he was a servant of the mansion, but Lu Jiuqing had never seen this person before.

Lu Jiuqing frowned, clutched the scissors in his hand tightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you a servant of the mansion? Where are you on duty? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The black figure was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Lu Jiuqing, breathing rapidly, as if he had something to say, but he was reluctant to speak.

Lu Jiuqing waited for a moment and frowned: "Who are you? If you don't speak, I will call someone."

The dark figure heard her calling for someone again and seemed more anxious than before. He took a few steps forward in excitement and reached out to pull Lu Jiuqing.

Lu Jiuqing was so frightened that he trembled all over. He subconsciously swung the scissors in his hand and plunged them into the shoulder of the person in front of him.

Seeing the blood, Lu Jiuqing's hands trembled and he instantly let go of the scissors.

The scissors were inserted into the man's shoulder.

Lu Jiuqing stared at the gurgling blood, and said in a somewhat unsteady voice: "It was you who wanted to come over, and I, that's why I did this... Who are you and what do you want to do?"

The man looked at the scissors on his shoulder, then looked up at Lu Jiuqing. There seemed to be a bit of hurt in his eyes.

Lu Jiuqing frowned: "Who are you talking about?"

After a while, the man tremblingly lifted his hair, revealing his complete face. Then, he opened his mouth towards Lu Jiuqing and raised his finger to point at his mouth.

Lu Jiuqing was puzzled at first, then stared at his mouth for a moment, and his hair stood up in an instant.

There was nothing in this man's mouth, and his tongue had been pulled out.

No wonder he didn't speak. It turned out that he couldn't speak at all.

Lu Jiuqing was horrified. What had this man done to deserve such revenge? His legs were broken, his face was scratched, and his tongue was cut out.

Lu Jiuqing took a deep breath and took a step towards him: "What do you want to tell me?"

The man nodded repeatedly, trembling slightly with excitement, and his eyes looked at Lu Jiuqing very brightly.

For some reason, Lu Jiuqing always felt that these eyes made her a little uncomfortable. She seemed to have seen them somewhere before, but she couldn't remember them for a while.

Lu Jiuqing was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Can you write? What you want to say, write it for me."