Married and Obedient to the Husband

Now that she has been suspected, it is not easy to use the identity of pity. How can she save someone under such strict surveillance.Yan Mo thought that Lianxi, a living person, disappeared out of thin air, wouldn't that be more suspicious, so the best way is to let Lianxi, who is his identity, die because of something.

Yanmo lay on the bed, his mind turned.

Qing'er lay beside Yanmo quietly, Yanmo thought he was asleep, but Qing'er suddenly said: "Brother pity, what's wrong with you, why are you still up so late? Can't sleep? Are you I'm thinking about my father Ye."

Yanmo smiled and touched the little guy's head: "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Qing'er didn't seem to be sleepy at all, with her head resting on Yanmo's arm, her voice was a bit lonely: "I'm sorry brother, I miss my daddy, I think he controls me too tightly when he's around, and I miss him so much when he's not here , I want to go back but they won't send me home."

Qing'er's voice was muffled, a little depressed.

Yanmo thought to himself, of course you can't go back, now they are guessing that you are Emperor Ye's child, if this identity falls into the hands of any force, it will be a big trouble, no one will let this good bargaining chip go unused.

But Qing'er is not Emperor Ye's child, his father is that man, that naughty, naughty and slightly childish Long Qirui.

Yan Mo hugged Qing'er into his arms, patted his belly with one hand, and comforted him softly: "Hey, Qing'er sleeps well, your father will come to pick you up in a few days."

"En." Qing'er responded in a low voice, then closed her eyes and went to sleep obediently, and soon the little guy fell asleep.

Yan Mo quietly explored the reality around him, and found that those eyeliners seemed to be gone, so he got up, put on his shoes and disappeared into the room.

"Mr. Jiang Ge, what news is there these days?" Yan Mo and Mr. Jiang Ge whispered in a remote place.

Elder Jiang Ge thought for a while and said: "The people from the Demon Sect have been staying in southern Xinjiang for the past few days, and they don't seem to have made any major moves. They have been preparing for the Yinyue Festival on May [-]th. We have already found out that those people change shifts every four hours, and we can take advantage of the Yinyue Festival to start at that time."

Yan Mo hummed: "Mr. Jiang Ge, I'm afraid I can't use my current identity. I have to find a way as soon as possible to make the current pity disappear, so that it will be easier to act. I will do it on the day of the Yinyue Festival. As for Qing Please trouble Jiang Ge to protect him, the people of the Demon Cult suspect that Qing'er is Emperor Ye's child, and Qing'er will be in big trouble here."

"How could this be?" Mr. Jiang Ge frowned when he heard that. If this is the case, things will be troublesome.

Yanmo smiled wryly: "It's all this kid, that's probably why the misfortune comes from the mouth."

Old Jiang Ge said seriously: "Don't worry, Sect Master, I will definitely protect the young master that day."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang Ge. I have to leave as soon as possible. The Demon Cult's eyeliner is still staring at me."

After Yanmo said goodbye to Mr. Jiang Ge, he hurried back along the original road. Just as he reached the intersection of Dongyuan, a man reeking of alcohol passed him by.

"Wait a minute." That person was Wang Ming, the right protector of the Demon Sect.

Wang Ming was drunk, and because he was angry with the leader, he was in a bad mood. He grabbed Yan Mo's sleeve, looked him up and down with squinted eyes, and then smiled: "I know you, aren't you the leader?" Do you feel pity for the one who is being favored by your side?"

Yanmo knew that Wang Ming was a man of great success and extravagance, and he could take advantage of this.

"Right protector." Yan Mo raised his eyes and smiled at Wang Ming. This smile added a bit of charm, and it actually carried a bit of seduction invisibly. Wang Ming was drunk, so his mind was agitated.

Looking at Yanmo with squinted eyes, she was even more reluctant to let go of his hand, only felt that the little hand in the palm was tender and smooth, more beautiful than those women's.

The lustful heart immediately rose, "Pity."

Wang Ming staggered towards Yan Mo, but Yan Mo didn't hide, and Wang Ming embraced him in his arms.

Pretending to be panic-stricken on his face, he exclaimed: "You Guardian, let me go, this is not good."

"What's wrong." Wang Ming said angrily, "I've taken a fancy to you now, so quickly take off your clothes and let me sleep."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull the belt on Yanmo's body, and Yanmo hurried to hide, with a panicked expression on his face, that expression was just right, just enough to arouse the beastliness of a person like Wang Ming.

Wang Ming became even more unscrupulous. He pulled Yan Mo's clothes and kissed Yan Mo's face while pulling.

With multiple voices in his mouth, he shouted: "Pity, I have fallen in love with you a long time ago. If the leader hadn't pulled you away that day, you would have been mine long ago. Let me be comfortable and comfortable today, and serve me comfortably. Have a good time with you."

As Wang Ming said, he pressed Yan Mo under him. Yan Mo raised the corners of his lips, showing a triumphant smile. The silver needle on his fingertips pierced Wang Ming's neck in an instant. Wang Ming didn't even move. Crooked person fainted.

"Pity is dead?"

Ye Wuchang stayed in Mingyue Tower overnight, and just returned to the house the next day, when he heard such an amazing news, at first hearing Ye Wuchang felt uncomfortable for no reason. Give him a strange feeling, let him involuntarily want to get close to him.

Ye Wuchang refused to believe it, the matter was full of doubts, he even suspected that Lian Xi was a spy sent by others, maybe it was a trick by the golden cicada to get out of its shell.

Ye Wuchang hurried over, and the pity's corpse in the East Garden was lying there, not a single strand of hair from top to bottom, with traces of abuse all over his body, looking extremely miserable, with teeth bite marks all over his body, especially his private parts Even more miserable.

Ye Wuchang stared blankly at the corpse, and then walked over, this person seemed to be pity but also didn't seem to be, he always felt that pity should be quietly standing aside like Mo Lian, with a strange look in his eyes Just look at him.

At this time, Yu Luozhi, the ghost head, was found. He frowned when he saw the corpse on the ground, and then went over to examine it carefully: "It's pity."

Yu Luozhi said with certainty, Ye Wuchang's heart sank, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He suddenly shouted angrily, "Bring me Wang Ming."

At this moment, Wang Ming, the right protector, had come to his senses, stared at the corpse on the ground in a daze, his mind was a mess and he couldn't think of anything.

"You killed the man?" Ye Wuchang's expression was unfriendly. Wang Ming vaguely remembered that he held back Lian Xi last night and even touched him. Convinced: "Yes, I killed him, but I played with him all night, who knew it would be so careless."

Wang Ming said it casually, but Ye Wuchang was furious, and said coldly, "You are really brave. You know he is mine, but you still dare to touch him."

"It's just a little male favorite, why should the leader make such a big fuss?"

When Ye Wuchang raised his hand, Wang Ming was slapped across the air. The slap was so hard that Wang Ming's face immediately swelled up, and the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth also overflowed.

Wang Ming was beaten, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and shouted: "Ye Wuchang, what are you, you dare to attack me. You...uh..."

Suddenly the neck was pinched fiercely by a hand, Ye Wuchang pinched his neck for some reason, looked at him coldly, the copper mask looked even colder.

"Squeezing you to death is the same as crushing an ant, but it's just a flip of my hand." Ye Wuchang said contemptuously.

Wang Ming's eyeballs almost fell out, his eyeballs turned white, and his face turned blue-purple. He looked very terrifying, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Ye Wuchang.

Ye Wuchang is right, crushing him to death is indeed like crushing an ant. He used to rely on his high martial arts skills, so he dared to be so arrogant. He has never seen Ye Wuchang perform martial arts. Ye Wuchang's martial arts are extremely strange and powerful. Just pinched his own neck, he was right, if he wanted him to die, it was just a snap of his fingers.

Wang Ming suddenly regretted confronting Ye Wuchang, Wang Ming's lips trembled, his face was full of fear and regret.

Ye Wuchang looked at him coldly, and suddenly threw Wang Ming's body out heavily with a wave of his hand, and the murderous intent on his body disappeared immediately: "Go down, go to the execution room to receive the punishment, if you dare to offend me again in the future, don't blame me You're welcome."

Wang Ming gasped, startled and terrified, quickly knelt on the ground, and said repeatedly: "Master, the villain will never dare again, never dare again."

Wang Ming hurriedly stood up from the ground and headed towards the execution room.

Other members of the Devil's Cult also looked at Ye Wuchang with a look of shock and fear. He has always been a person who doesn't care about things, and he rarely loses his temper with others. It is really scary to be so vicious today.

Ye Wuchang gave them a cold look, and said coldly: "What are you still doing, why don't you hurry up and bury the corpse."

Only then did the members of the Devil's Cult come to their senses, and one after another stepped forward to carry the corpse of Lian Xi.

Yu Luozhi walked over at this time, and whispered in Ye Wuchang's ear: "Master, this pity died strangely. We just suspected him, and he died."

Ye Wuchang let out a muffled hum, obviously not in a good mood.

Seeing his expression, Yu Luozhi couldn't help being surprised and said: "Master, you won't be tempted by this male pet."

Ye Wuchang said: "I don't know, I just think he is very special, but it's very strange, I don't feel sad at all when I look at this corpse."

"No way, anyway, he has been with you for so many days, how can you be so ruthless." Yu Luozhi shouted exaggeratedly.

Ye Wuchang didn't refute his words, turned around and went to his own room.

As soon as he entered the room, Ye Wuchang found Qing'er curled up on the bed crying sadly, so he walked over and carefully hugged him into his arms, and asked softly: "What's wrong? Why is Qing'er crying alone? Who bullied him?" is you?"

Qing'er was crying sadly, when she heard Ye Wuchang's voice, she threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears: "Pity that brother is dead, pity that brother is dead... woo... Qing'er is so sad, so sad, Qing'er was chatting with brother Lianxi last night, and brother Lianxi lied to me that my father would come to pick me up soon..."

"Hey, Qing'er don't cry anymore, I'll find you a companion to accompany you in a few days, okay?" Hearing Qing'er cry for some reason, Ye Wuchang felt that he also felt a little uncomfortable, not because he died of pity, Instead, I feel sorry for Qing'er.

As for pity, Ye Wuchang always felt that he should not die so easily, this feeling was very strange, and he couldn't explain why.