Mo Fei touched his arm and all the goose bumps on his body were getting up.

After being released from blood, how much pain would that girl suffer?

The man stood up and walked down. He carried one hand behind his back. The green robe on his body also swept calmly at his feet. He was very tall. Although he was not thick-handed and thick-legged, he was not thin. Instead, he brought the calmness and perseverance of some military generals.

"Young Master," Mo Fei shouted nervously again, "Do you still have to consider this?"

Just when he was still anxious, the man said something to the outside.

"Changqing, Changqing, you go out with me once."

Mo Fei was relieved and thought that it was because they arrived, Mo Fei's little donkey was still obediently tied to the tree.

Mo Fei can't afford to take care of his donkey now. Now he can't save his life. Who cares about the life of the donkey?

"Young Master, don't we walk through the main entrance?"

Mo Fei didn't understand why his young master had to come here. Isn't it better to go to the main entrance? Their identity as a young master and the main entrance of the Ningkang Marquis' Mansion are all considered as giving face to them.

The man replied, and his cold eyes made Mo Fei lower his head involuntarily. Every time he saw the young master's face, he could only describe it with one sentence, that was to be ashamed of himself.

"Have you heard a word?"

The man asked Mo Fei?

"What?" Mo Fei didn't understand.

"Destroy the corpse."

After the man finished speaking, he looked up at the extremely high courtyard wall in front of him, and then he jumped over easily as soon as his toes pointed, and the same was true for the two guards beside him.

"Where is me?" Mo Fei pointed at himself with a gaze. What should he do?

As a result, after a while, he got into the dog hole again. Could this living person be suffocated to death by being urinated? If God fails, can he not drill a dog hole?

He patted his clothes, but he didn't feel embarrassed. The young master was not a laughing person, and he didn't even look at him at all.

So no matter how ugly he is, they don’t care about it. To put it bluntly, they don’t take him seriously at all. Although this perception really makes him feel uncomfortable, it is actually like this.

In the young master's mind, he only had a little bit of it, and he might not have the weight of the golden eagle called Zhefeng.

"It's here, young master."

Mo Fei ran to the dry well, "There are two people here."

"Little Zhuzi, are you there?" He shouted in a low voice, of course, he didn't dare to be too loud now, for fear of attracting other people.

"We are here, Mr. Mo."

Bai Mei heard Mo Fei's voice and cried a little while away. They had been waiting for a long time, fearing that all they had waited for was an empty promise. It didn't matter if their sisters died. Anyway, without the help of the girl from that year, the whole family would have been dead long ago.

But they still want their girls to live and to let them live safely. Such a good girl should not suffer these sins.

And they also need to know what these people did to their girls. Such people cannot be able to escape the slap after harming them. It is impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Changqing, Changqing, you go down and save people."

The man ordered to his two guards, and then asked Mo Fei.

"Where are people?"

"Young Master, come with me."

Mo Fei hurried over to save the person. It was indeed not far away, just a few steps away. Bai Mei and Bai Zhu couldn't hear Shen Qingci, and the screams after another.

Perhaps this is because someone deliberately wants them to hear it, and it is also deliberately trying to torture them, or the person inside.

It's here, Mo Fei pointed to the door in front, and he picked up the lock again. Young Master, what should I do if this lock is locked?

How to open it? They don’t have a key, so why don’t they find something to smash it? But will it be too much and attract others? Will it be very troublesome? But they can’t break into the door, right?

It would be better to smash it open. He turned around and looked for something like a stone on the ground. As a result, he heard a sound of a card. When he turned around, he found that the precious young man in his family, who was not stained with his always slender and beautiful fingers, had already crushed the lock.

You can't use it like this even if you have martial arts?

Bullying people without internal strength.

He ran over quickly and pushed open the door with a creak. When the door opened, it was a scent that almost always made him addicted. For him, who had a sensitive sense of smell, such a fragrance could be said to be fatal.

"Young master, it smells so good."

Mo Fei couldn't help but close his eyes. No, he was about to faint.

At this time, the man had already walked over and looked at the woman tied up. He saw that she was almost like a rag doll now, with a pale face like snow. The only thing that was a little angry was that her eyelashes were very long and beautiful, and she was a very beautiful child.

Yes, it's just a child. Shen Qingci is originally a girl. Although he grows up, he is not very different from other women, but it always makes people feel that she is a child.

At this moment, her hands were very tightly tied, and her white wrists were covered with scars.

Mo Fei also ran over, and he couldn't help but gasp. To be honest, when he was watching outside, he just felt cruel, but he didn't expect that there would be so many injuries on her wrist, how cruel she was to be able to cut it down.

"Young Master..." Mo Fei's hands were always holding his master's clothes, "Can you tear off a few pieces of cloth from your clothes?"

"Can't you tear yours?" the man asked Mo Fei in a low voice.

"My dirty," Mo Fei was not unfair to cut off his own words, but he was dirty. He was full of sweat and the soil when he was drilling into a dog hole. But his son was unfair. This strange and clean character was the only one in this world.

Before going to bed, he had to wash it once in the morning and then wash it once in the morning. He had to change into at least three pieces of clothes a day, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening. He was afraid that his clothes were clean and could smell the fragrance.

"Tear," the man stretched out his hand and generously contributed his clothes.

Mo Fei was not polite, so he tore open his master's clothes and pulled out a few strips of cloth from it. He tried not to destroy the heroic image of his young master. Anyway, the clothes outside were good, and it was midnight, so who would keep wearing his clothes?
Chapter completed!