After I became a passerby, I saved the villain's family

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The rapid and loud knocking on the door woke up everyone in Qinglian Courtyard.

"Who?"

Qingqing came out to open the door, holding an umbrella and yawning.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a strange girl standing outside, with a servant holding an umbrella for her.

"The girl is..." Qingqing asked.

She had never seen this girl.

Jiang Ruoli quickly spoke:

"Miss, I am Mr. Luo Ci's sister. Mr. Luo Ci is in trouble, so I came to ask Miss Yu Song for help!"

"What did you say!"

The sleepiness in Qingqing's mind was immediately scared away.

Seeing that the person in front of her didn't look fake, Qingqing pursed her lips tightly.

"Wait a moment, young lady. I will go in and report now!"

After saying that, Qingqing quickly turned around and ran into the house.

At this moment, Song Ayao was also awakened by the loud knock on the door.

She sat up and saw Qingqing running in with a panicked look on her face.

"What's wrong Qingqing?"

"Miss!" Qingqing said hurriedly, "There's a girl outside, claiming to be Mr. Luo's sister, and she said Mr. Luo is in trouble!"

Something happened to Master Luo? !

Song A'yao's heart skipped a beat, she just put on some clothes and ran out the door.

Qingqing hurriedly followed with an umbrella.

Jiang Ruoli looked inside the door anxiously.

After a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

A petite figure ran towards her.

When Song Ayao came closer, Jiang Ruoli finally saw the appearance of her future sister-in-law.

Song Ayao frowned tightly and looked at Jiang Ruoli.

"You said you are Mr. Luo's sister?"

The voice is crisp and sweet.

Jiang Ruoli paused.

I didn't expect that the rumored Song Ayao looked so young.

Without time to think about anything else, Jiang Ruoli hurriedly handed the jade pendant in her hand to Song Ayao.

"This jade pendant is what my third brother wears every day. Miss Song should recognize it."

Song Ayao took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully.

That’s right, it’s the one that Young Master Luo wears on a daily basis.

She looked up in the direction of the carriage, on which hung the banner of the Xie Mansion.

It was undoubtedly the Xie family's carriage.

"What happened to Master Luo?" Song Ayao asked hurriedly.

Seeing that she believed her identity, Jiang Ruoli quickly told her what happened.

"To be honest, my third brother has some grievances with Master Fu. Master Fu sent someone to kidnap my third brother last night and severely injured the servant next to him. The servant managed to hold on for a breath and returned to the mansion to report the news."

"I'm afraid Third Brother is in great danger now!"

what? !

Second uncle arrested Master Luo? !

Song Ayao took a step back in disbelief.

why?

What kind of grudge could make the second uncle kill someone so cruelly?

Song Ayao looked at Jiang Ruoli and asked with her red lips: "Why..."

Jiang Ruoli knew that what she was asking was why Fu Jichu wanted to arrest Jiang Cijin.

"Some time ago, Third Brother found a box of contraband salt on a cargo ship. Later, after his investigation, he found that the box actually belonged to the Black Hawk Gang."

"Master Fu, he is secretly selling contraband salt!"

Song Ayao's figure shook.

Second uncle actually sells illegal salt?!

Even she knew that selling illegal salt was a very serious crime in Dacheng!

"A few days ago, my third brother used a trick to block a batch of goods from Master Fu Er. Master Fu Er must have known about this, so he captured my third brother and killed him to vent his anger!"

Jiang Ruoli stared at Song Ayao closely.

"Miss Song, you are the only one who can save Mr. Luo Ci now!"

Song Ayao's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Qingqing quickly supported her.

Song Ayao's eyes were full of disbelief.

She looked at Jiang Ruoli in confusion.

"Is everything you said true?"

Jiang Ruoli took a step forward and held her hand.

"It's absolutely true. There's absolutely no falsehood!"

Song Ayao slowly digested what Jiang Ruoli said in her mind.

No wonder Second Uncle dislikes Young Master Luo so much, the two of them actually have such a grudge...

Jiang Ruoli looked at Song Ayao anxiously.

After a while, the confusion in Song Ayao's eyes faded away, replaced by a determined look.

"I see."

She stood up and looked at Jiang Ruoli.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring Master Luo back safely!"

She would not and would never allow her second uncle to hurt the person she loved.

"Qingqing, let's go."

-

Dinglong Casino, basement.

"Wow!"

A basin of water was poured onto Jiang Ci Jin's face.

Jiang Ci Jin regained consciousness and slowly raised his head.

His limbs were tied to the rack and his body was covered with bloody whip marks.

The originally handsome face was now covered in bruises, and the blood on his forehead flowed down and into his eyes, causing a burning pain.

Jiang Ci Jin tried hard to look at the person in the wheelchair opposite him through his bloodshot eyes.

Fu Jichu held the whip in his hand and looked at him coldly.

"Second Master, I really don't know how I have offended you..."

Even in the current situation, Jiang Ci Jin still had a nonchalant tone.

"boom!"

A sturdy man nearby punched him in the face.

Jiang Ci Jin's face tilted and he became dazed.

Then he gently touched his cheek with his tongue.

hiss--

It really hurts.

Jiang Cijin turned around and spoke with a heavy breath:

"Oh~ I remembered something."

"Some time ago, a strange thing happened on my cargo ship. A box that was supposed to be filled with porcelain actually contained private salt..."

"Master Fu, don't you think it's strange?"

"How dare someone smuggle salt..."

Jiang Cijin's mouth curled up in a hint of sarcasm.

"Could it be that the private salt belongs to Master Fu?"

"Master, this huge fortune, couldn't it be all acquired through petty thefts, right?"

Facing Jiang Cijin's provocation, Fu Jichu's eyes remained calm.

The silver mask glowed coldly. He held the handle of the whip in his hand and struck his palm again and again.

"Young Master Jiang, you don't have to argue with me."

"If I had arrested you just for a box of smuggled salt, I wouldn't be so stingy."

Jiang Cijin's eyes paused slightly.

He actually knew his identity?

"Then the Second Master will tie me up..."

"Someone asked me to take your life." Fu Jichu said coldly.

"…Who is it?"

Fu Jichu looked at Jiang Cijin.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something interesting, he laughed softly.

"Who wants to kill you?"

"Of course it's... the third prince of the dynasty, Xiao Yuheng."

Jiang Ci Jin paused.

His death is actually related to the third prince?

He thought that Fu Jichu just wanted to kill him because of the smuggling of salt.

When Fu Ji first saw Jiang Cijin's dazed look, a look of pleasure gradually filled his eyes.

"The one you are following wholeheartedly wants to take your life..."

“Isn’t this feeling particularly exciting, huh?”

After saying this, without waiting for Jiang Cijin's reaction, Fu Jichu laughed softly.

This matter seemed very ridiculous to him.

Fu Jichu retracted his smile, but saw that Jiang Cijin looked indifferent.

"You're not angry?" Fu Jichu was a little surprised.

Jiang Ci Jin curled his lips and smiled.

"Master Fu has misunderstood. The Third Prince has behaved improperly and has now been confined to the clan residence. How could our Jiang family associate with such a person?"

Fu Jichu was stunned.

Seeing that Jiang Ci Jin didn't seem to be faking it, he frowned.

Could it be that he really understood it wrong?

But so what? Whether it is true or not, he will kill Jiang Ci Jin.

"Oh, by the way," Jiang Cijin said with a smile, "Don't slap me in the face anymore. Ah Yao will be distressed when she sees me like this..."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as he mentioned Ayao, Fu Jichu's eyes were filled with anger.

"Snapped!"

The whip hit Jiang Ci Jin hard.

"Snapped!"

What qualifications do you have to mention Ayao!

"Snapped!"

Just you? You don't deserve it!

"Crack! Crack!"

After a few whippings, Jiang Ci Jin fainted again.

Fu Jichu was still not satisfied, so he whipped him a few more times.

Taking back the whip, Fu Jichu looked at the dying Jiang Cijin.

"Cut his tendons and throw him into the moat."

Suddenly, a childish female voice sounded.

"Can't!"