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Chapter 38 It Looks Like a Crime Scene

The candlelight was flickering, and there was a figure swaying behind the screen.

Ming Xi leaned her neck and glanced, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

What does this mean?

Let her sleep and run to drink tea by herself?

Could this murderous intent be brewing?
She pursed her lips, stared at the little golden bell above her head with wide eyes, and waited tremblingly for a while, but she didn't see any movement over there, so she couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

With this, the tense atmosphere that was finally created is gone.

Ming Xi yawned, some tears came out of the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't resist the drowsiness in the end, she clutched the corner of the quilt with her small hands, her eyes gradually narrowed into a slit, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The shallow breathing in the hall gradually stabilized.

The corners of Yue Li Su's lips slanted, and the candlelight reflected his face, cutting in from the temples, directly lighting up his dark and narrow phoenix eyes, and the moonlight outside the window was melting, quiet and beautiful.

A menacing air flow ran wildly in his body, and at the same time, the dense pain like insects and ants gnawed on his limbs and bones, stirring up a burning pain.

He gritted his teeth without saying a word, his complexion was pale, but his eyes and lips were bright red, giving him an inappropriate sense of beauty.

Yue Li Su knew very well that this was just the beginning.

Countless nights, he has come from such endless torment.

Even if he did it all over again, he still couldn't escape such purgatory torture.

He thought in a trance, what's the point of doing it all over again?

If it is to let him experience the heart-piercing pain again, then it is better to drag them to hell together!

There was a shocking hostility in his eyes!
Suddenly, a small exclamation came from his ears.

Raising her sharp eyes, she saw a surprised and flustered little face, her brain was filled with all kinds of noises, and the moment her thin voice sounded, all the noises fell silent.

He heard her immature voice timidly in his ear:

"My lord, are your hands bleeding?"

He stared at her clear and clear eyes, screaming and raging violence in his bones, and there was a brief pause, and then carefully backed away.

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Ming Xi didn't sleep for a long time when she was awakened by the sound of a teacup shattering on the ground, followed by a loud noise and various noises. She suddenly sat up from the bed, her eyes were frightened and she covered her ears, her anger overwhelmed her reason. , she murmured "Rely on the dog emperor, at worst, I will fight with you", pulled off the hairpin on her head and held it in her hand, jumped off the bed with bare feet, and walked around the screen aggressively.

Then I saw this horrific scene——

Books and ancient paintings were ravaged and discarded on the ground at random. Almost everything that could be smashed in the house was smashed, and it was even a bit euphemistic. Ming Xi felt that "being a thief" was more appropriate.

It's no wonder that Luyao is so weak, she really understands her now, really!

Yue Li Su stood in the mess. His clothes were only a little messy, but his aura had changed visibly with the naked eye. His elegance revealed cruelty. He stood with his hands behind his back, and the hands hanging in front of him were dark red Bloodstains meandered down, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Tick, tick...

Ming Xi swallowed her saliva.

Good guy, it looks like a crime scene!
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the golden nanmu table lying on the ground that had been split in half, and she vented all her anger and confidence.

So, where did she get the courage to feel that with her small stature, she could turn over a big guy who split a solid wooden table without blinking his eyes with a broken hairpin?
Did Liang Jingru give it?

The moment Yue Li Su looked over at him, Ming Xi supported the screen, resisted the weakness of his legs, and diverted his attention in a very exaggerated manner: "Your Majesty, your hands are bleeding!"

(End of this chapter)