Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

Su Qian looked at him when he heard the voice. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, as if he was eager to try. "I heard that the Lingguang Palace in Shangjing City is the source of spiritual energy in the East, which can control the spirits of all things in the world and increase the blessings and longevity of those who live there... and the Yaoxian Palace, it sounds very suitable for Qianqian."

"Goddess, you should live in the best place in the world. Naturally, the best things in the world should belong to you."

At this moment, Yan Xuanye was like a beast or a demon about to break out of a cage. His face blended into the darkness, but Su Qian could vaguely see the fierceness on his face.

Su Qian: "I was just thinking about how to decorate the new mansion. I didn't think about anything else. Don't think too much."

"I am already very distressed by the sufferings of the people, Aye, how can I ignore their lives just for my own enjoyment?"

He paused, as if he had regained some composure, "Qianqian is kind-hearted, but others always want to harm you. If I don't kill them, they will always come to harm you. Isn't Lu Huan sneaking into Zhiyi City a few days ago the best evidence?"

"Qianqian, I don't want anything to happen to you again, and I won't let you get hurt again. What happened last time can't happen again." He held Su Qian's body tightly and murmured, "I can't lose you again. That kind of feeling is like gnawing at your bones."

His voice was low, like the roar of a wild animal in the dark night, making people feel uneasy. "Qianqian, you should live under my wings and be protected by me. In order to be with you forever, I will clear away all the obstacles in this world that stand in our way!"

Those who would hurt Su Qian, those who would affect their relationship, such as Lu Huan and the two sisters of the Jiang family, he wanted them to disappear!

Su Qian had a bad feeling. Why did Yan Xuanye change in a wrong direction after she started to pursue him? Shouldn't he become more gentle and considerate? Why did he become more brutal?

"Aye, don't be like this, I'm a little scared."

Yan Xuanye's big hand gently caressed her delicate and smooth face. "Don't be afraid, Qianqian. I won't let you see those scenes. I will try my best to deal with them without you knowing. Once they are completely out of this world, you will be safe."

Su Qian felt that his train of thought had completely gone astray, and he had inexplicably begun to go crazy. She tried to correct him, but he just thought she was too kind, and he was even more afraid that she would be hurt.

Su Qian tried to change the subject, "Okay, okay, it's getting late, let's take a break."

If he continued talking, she wouldn't dare to sleep that night, she was terrified to hear him.

Su Qian finds it difficult to agree with the idea that if someone cares about you, they will kill those who may hurt you.

"Okay." Yan Xuanye said.

*

At three o'clock in the morning, in Qizhou City, in Guangchuan Jun's mansion...

Lu Huan had just finished bathing. He was sitting in front of the mirror in a crescent-white snow-white dress, his inky black hair draped behind him, and his appearance was cool and cold.

If you don't look closely at the sword on his desk, one would think he is an elegant young man with a handsome appearance and graceful manner.

In his hand was a small piece of paper with folded marks and two tiny drops of blood on it, but he didn't care much about it and even kept it with him at all times.

If you look closely at the person in the mirror, you will find that there is a subtle smile at the corners of his mouth and eyebrows, and his lips seem to be opening and closing as if he is muttering something.

"I am overjoyed to receive your letter... It has been more than a month since we last met, and I miss you deeply... I miss you deeply."

In the dead of night, the elegant young man in the mirror kept repeating these words over and over again, and sometimes he even couldn't suppress a few laughs from his throat.

There was a knock on the door of the yard. He put away the note in his hand, put on his outer robe with a calm look, and went to open the door.

Zhong Cang stood at the door, "Master."

"how?"

"She still won't say it."

His frown showed his displeasure, "She probably doesn't know that Lu Guang is dead yet."

Zhong Cang: "According to the master's instructions, the fact that Lu Guang is dead has not been disclosed to her yet."

"That's it."

Lu Huan smiled, with a look of gloating joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "Then I will go and tell her in person, as they are husband and wife, she will have to cry for him in his final days.

My son is already unfilial, so I hope someone can cry for him, so that he won’t be alone on his way to the underworld.”

Zhong Cang did not respond to his words. In his opinion, Lu Huan was not the unfaithful and unfilial son he claimed.

Fortunately, Lu Huan didn't need his answer. He always liked to talk to himself on such matters.

The prison walls were built high and thick, with only a few small windows through which a little light could penetrate. It was now the third hour of the night, and the streets were deserted, with only the night watchman occasionally passing by.

The ground was bumpy and very damp, so the guards laid some straw on the floor of the prison. When people walked on the straw, there would be some rustling sounds.

As soon as Lu Huan walked into the prison, he smelled a strange odor that made him want to vomit. It was a smell formed by many kinds of smells mixed together after a long period of blending.

The smell of earth, thatch, moldy walls, thick blood, and the stinking smell of rotting rat corpses.

There is also the sour smell of feces and urine.

After being tortured, some prisoners suffered damage to their internal organs and became incontinent. They excreted and urinated directly on themselves, and could not clean themselves or change their dirty clothes. Over time, the stench became so unbearable that it was unbearable.

However, in the face of life and death, what does it matter if you can’t take care of yourself?

The prison guards don't even care whether they live or die, let alone this.

The guards hoped that they would die so that they could be thrown out to avoid polluting the land.

In the dark environment, Zhong Cang did not light a lamp, but only took a fire starter to illuminate the road. This weak light could not play any role. He led the way two steps in front of Lu Huan.

Somehow, a series of horrible low laughs suddenly sounded behind me. The laughter was like notes floating in the dark and cold space, like the chants of ghosts, making people tremble with fear.

Zhong Cang's mind buzzed. He didn't know what interesting thing his master had thought of that made him laugh like this.

Could it be that he had thought of a way to torture that woman?