The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

A small black leather shoe caught everyone's eyes.

Butler Ning's body trembled, he raised his head and looked at Ning Quruo.

Ning Quruo just stood there motionless.

It seems very quiet.

But Butler Ning's heart twitched when he saw it.

He could almost see the soul of Ning Quruo that was riddled with holes and gradually dying under the surface of An Jing.

A long time.

Ning Quruo didn't move.

For him, it was more of a puzzle.

How did that happen? …

Isn't it her?

Obviously...he feels so.

She is.

He slowly squatted down and picked up the small leather shoe in his hand. The shoe was half rotten, and the ivy text on the shoe could still be vaguely seen.

Then, the man's palms clenched tightly.

His hands trembled slightly because he was using too much force.

Keep digging?

The man picked up the shovel, but he couldn't dig it down.

His knees lowered little by little.

In the end, life is nothing.

When all one's expectations and all hopes are withdrawn.

Can he survive?

Shouting hoarsely from the bottom of his heart, the man scratched the famous loess with his hand.

Within a moment, his hands were covered with black mud.

Is it cold underground?

You are most afraid of the cold...

Those slender hands gradually oozed blood.

Butler Ning and the driver looked at each other and jumped into the ground.

Abandoned the shovel and dug into the soil bit by bit.

For a while, my hands were almost covered in mud mixed with blood and mud.

But still didn't see the expected figure.

Butler Ning carried Mrs. Fu, who was pretending to be dead, to the foot of the locust tree, "We dug so deep, where is the person! Where is the person!!"

Mrs. Fu's face was pressed to the dirt, and she breathed in several mouthfuls of dust in her mouth and nose, causing her to choke and cough.

But there was a weird smile on her face, "She's right here! She's buried right here by me!"

Mrs. Fu struggled, twisted her head up from the ground, looked at the mechanical, non-stop man in the pit, smiled slightly,

"She was wearing a red coat and a pair of black leather shoes. She had long hair and a fair face."

Her chaotic voice seemed even more bizarre in the wilds of Huaijiao.

"I smashed a big hole in her head. It was such a big hole. Blood was flowing from her head. Her eyes were so wide. She looked at me every day. She looked at me every day."

Even the well-informed housekeeper Ning felt chilled by what Mrs. Fu said.

"Where's that guy!"

Mrs. Fu's voice was soft, "You said she is only a teenager, but her breasts are so bulging, her waist is so thin, and her legs are so long. She is a natural temptress! She is a slut! She deserves to die!"

The next second, Butler Ning saw a flash of silver light in front of his eyes.

Taking a closer look, Ning Quruo's shovel had already pierced Mrs. Fu's face.

He almost cut off Mrs. Fu's head.

And Ning Quruo had already rushed towards Mrs. Fu.

"Master!"

Butler Ning hurriedly stopped him: "Master, don't be impulsive!"

Even if this woman deserves to die, the young master cannot have her blood on his hands!

Ning Quruo's eyebrows were cold, "I'm not impulsive."

How dare Butler Ning believe it?

Ning Quruo ignored Butler Ning and looked seriously at Mrs. Fu, who was quickly retreating without Butler Ning's restraint.

"She's not dead, she's grown up, and she's right next to you. You can see her every day."