Looking at the back of the man in white, Murong Xie lifted his clothes and knelt on the ground, bowing and saying, "Master."

The man in white turned around slowly, his face was like peach blossoms, his eyes were like stars, and he had a face that was more beautiful than a woman.

"Why go see her?" the man in white looked at Murong Xie and asked softly.

"The disciple just felt sorry for stopping."

"Yeah?"

"Yes!" Murong Xie faced the gaze of the man in white and said word by word: "Shuzhi has been stupid for ten years. During this period, she was ridiculed and was already very pitiful. Now, she was taken as a chess piece to Gong Mohan. Life and death are unpredictable. How can you not make your disciple feel distressed?"

The Baizi man suddenly laughed, his laughter was as cool as water, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Murrong, you have already known what you think about Zhizhi. Keep your high-sounding words to deceive others!" As he said that, the man in white voice turned cold and his eyes were as sharp as an arrow: "Murrong, put away your thoughts, Zhizhi is not something you can think of!"

After saying that, the man in white flew away without waiting for Murong Xie to speak. Murong Xie's face was a little pale, and he closed his eyes gently.

The man in white came to the Heavenly Prison. Wherever he passed, the prisoners fainted on the ground. He easily entered Rong Baozhu's cell.

Rong Baozhu was paced constantly in the cell, and suddenly saw the man in white and hurriedly walked forward: "Young master, you are finally here! I have done what you said. Find a way to get me out quickly. I don't want to stay in this ghost place!"

"You don't want to stay here, where do you want to go?" The man in white smiled, like a charming Manzhu Shahua.

"Of course I'm going home!" Rong Baozhu looked at Qingyi's man in white who was as beautiful as a legitimate immortal, and showed a hint of shyness on his face: "Ruo... Master Ruo doesn't dislike me, I'm willing to follow Master."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of the man in white became deeper: "My home is in the eighteenth floor of hell, are you willing to go with me?"

Rong Baozhu's face turned pale because of fright. She covered her chest and took a step back: "Young master, this kind of joke is not fun at all."

The man in white chuckled twice, his voice sounded as nice as a clear spring in a mountain stream, but his words were like a demon.

"I think it's fun, why not, I'll send you there now."

"Young Master, you..."

The breath of death hit her face, Rong Baozhu opened her eyes wide, and she couldn't figure out why the man in white wanted to kill her until she died.

The next day, the news that Rong Baozhu had hanged herself in prison for fear of crime reached Rong Xiang Mansion. Rong Jingzhong asked someone to take Rong Baozhu's body out and found a place to bury it. In his opinion, Rong Baozhu was just a hopelessly stupid woman, and she died if she died.

...

After Murong Xie left, Rong Qianzhi did not sleep well that night, and she had a vague premonition.

After she got up, she heard the sound of Wangyue ringing in the yard: "Master!"

What did Gong Mohan come here to do so early?

She opened the door and walked out, stood under the eaves of the corridor, pouting at the man walking towards her.

The man was dressed in black, and in the dawn, he was like a piece of black iron that had been tempered for thousands of times, hiding the blade and hiding the sharp blade.

Gong Mohan came to Rong Qianzhi and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's so terrible to have nightmares!"

"Not afraid, you can sleep with me in my room tonight."

Gong Mohan's words instantly exploded in Rong Qianzhi's mind like a thunder. What does this guy mean? He isn't going to give up on her?

Peat!
Chapter completed!