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Chapter 379 Sending Letters
She comes from a civilized world, life is paramount, so many lives have disappeared because of her, who would have known that she would have nightmares every night and hear the cries of innocent people every night.

They were not wrong, it was her who was wrong, she was worried about revealing her identity, it was her greed for life and fear of death that killed them.

Zhou Yunxuan clenched Wei'an's hand again, his warm and thick palm wrapped Wei'an's slightly trembling hand, looking at Wei'an with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He was with her every night, how could he not know the pain in her heart.

Wei An insisted on going, Wen Xin firmly disagreed with her going, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze.

"Perhaps no one can go, send a letter to Rong Ling and ask him to hand over the antidote." After Man Dong finished speaking, everyone looked at her like a ghost.

Rong Ling is not a fool, how could he give the antidote just because of a letter.

Looking at the disbelief in everyone's eyes, Man Dong didn't feel any difference. On the contrary, if everyone agreed with her method, she would feel strange.

"Don't you think there is something wrong with Rong Ling?" After speaking, Man Dong pointed to his head, and continued: "He has done so many things that cannot be explained by common sense, why don't we follow his train of thought this time? Let's go, maybe he will bring the antidote."

"Yeah, it's just sending a letter, and you can't lose anything." If you send them, there is hope that they can get the antidote without fighting, and if you don't send them, there is definitely no hope.

Yes, it's just a letter, and nothing will be lost.

Seeing that Wen Xin and Wei An had calmed down and were not arguing to deal with Rong Ling, everyone relaxed a little.

But as long as Wu'er doesn't wake up for a day, sooner or later Wen Xin and Wei An will still go to Rong Ling, it's just a matter of time.

The situation is so dangerous, no one has the thought of giving up on Wu'er.

Rong Ling slowly returned to the Rong Mansion, looking at the lifeless mansion, he felt more and more dissatisfied.

The place is small and the people are dull, so it's not fun at all. If it wasn't for the need of Rong Ling's identity, he would have stayed in this place like a chicken coop.

After the housekeeper vigorously purchased the Rong family, the scenery has long since returned to its original state, and it is even more magnificent than the original Rong's mansion. The maids in the mansion do not say that there is one person at three steps, but it is still possible to stand at ten steps.

The entire Chunyang City can be compared with the Rong Mansion, probably only the City Lord's Mansion.

After Aunt Zi passed away, there were a few more women around Rong Ling, but they didn't have the status of aunts, they only served as roommates.

No one dared to complain in front of Rong Ling, they went from joy at the beginning to panic now, and every night fell was the beginning of their nightmare.

The butler stood in front of Rong Ling's room with a letter in his hand. He would never dare to spoil Rong Ling's good deeds at this time, but because the owner of the letter was an extraordinary person, he had to risk being punished. may come here.

In the room there was a faint whimpering of women, and there were only a few women. The moon in the sky had long been high, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was not even the sound of insects. The pain was like a hoarse whimper, like a lonely ghost walking at night.

Knowing that something that could make people blush was happening in the room, the housekeeper showed no trace of excitement on his face, and his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his legs under the gray robe couldn't stop shaking.

When Rong Ling heard the knock on the door, he slowly moved the silver whip around his hands. Four or five naked women on the ground knelt and crawled to the sides in a panic, making way for Rong Ling.

The women were all covered in bloodstains from the beating, Rong Ling ordered them not to scream, and they couldn't bear the pain so they whimpered in pain.

The door opened, and one could see Rong Ling's bright chest, the neckline was wide open, the jade belt around his waist was slanted, and a few strands of hair stuck to his cheeks. skimming.

The housekeeper was awakened in an instant, and he knelt down hard on the ground with a plop, ignoring other things.

"Young master, Hades sent someone to send a message. The slave didn't intentionally disturb the young master's good business. Please forgive the slave, please spare the slave." The butler touched his forehead to the ground, and Rong Ling smelled blood after a while .

"Give me the letter, get lost." An impatient voice sounded above the butler's head.

The hand holding the silver whip slowly took the letter from the butler, no longer caring about the growing fear on the butler's face, and slowly turned and left.

Seeing the women kneeling on both sides of the room, Rong Ling felt uneasy.

"Go away."

The faint words were like the sound of heaven in the ears of the women in the room. They hurriedly picked up the blood-stained clothes on the ground, knelt back and left the room.

The housekeeper didn't go far, but when he heard the voice, he looked back curiously, with a look on his face like he had seen a ghost, he was so scared that he wanted to pee, he didn't dare to look back, and left at a faster pace.

Rong Ling walked to the bedside with the letter, threw the silver whip on the ground, and muttered to himself while holding the letter.

"What do you mean by sending a letter?"

After reading the letter over and over again, there was nothing wrong with it, so Rong Ling opened the letter.

The eye-catching handwriting is flying and dancing, very beautiful.

Rong Ling had investigated everything about Shangguan Ming, and knew that this was a letter written by him himself. The hand holding the letter was no longer as casual as before, and his movements became soft and gentle, afraid that he would accidentally damage the letter.

After reading the contents of the letter over and over again, the figure of Shangguan Ming appeared in Rong Ling's mind.

The words in the letter are very plain, I just came to ask him for the antidote to Yun'er, and there is affirmation in the words, he is the one who poisoned Yun'er.

Shangguan Ming in his mind glared at him, because his pretty face became more and more beautiful because of his anger, Rong Ling held the letter and looked at him and put up a small tent with a wry smile.

"How **** are you, haven't I usually fed you enough?"

Rong Ling freed his right hand and slowly stretched it down, holding the letter in his left hand, leaning against the quilt beside the bed, concentrating on reading the letter, the figure of Shangguan Ming appeared in his mind, and a happy and contented expression appeared on his face after a while look.

The situation of Wu'er in the City Lord's Mansion has not changed at all, neither for better nor for worse.

"It's been three days. What's going on with that Rong Ling? If you don't give me an antidote, I'll give you a confirmation letter. She really isn't a normal person." If a normal person receives this letter, he will reply regardless of whether he is the murderer or not. yes.

He really can sit still.

After Man Dong complained softly, her face was full of worry and she looked at Lu'er on the bed.

Shangguan Ming wanted to see Rong Ling very much at this moment, only if he brought the antidote, Xin'er would not take the risk to find him.

Rong Mansion, Rong Ling looked at the black concoction in front of him, covering his nose with a look of boredom.

It smells so bad it makes me want to vomit.

Why does this body get sick? It has obviously absorbed his ability and fused his soul. Why does the body still get sick? Why can't all his secret methods cure this little cold.

This body is obviously his leftover blood, and it is different from the body that moved the soul back then. It stands to reason that there shouldn't be rejection. What went wrong?
With a bang, the medicine bowl hit the ground and fell to pieces.

Rong Ling looked angry and stared at the maid who brought the medicine. The maid's legs softened and she knelt on the ground, she lowered her head and picked up the broken bowl silently. It was really terrible for the young master to get sick.

She remembered that she had smashed the medicine bowl five times just this morning.

Rong Ling's mother asked the maid to clean up the house quickly, and drove her out, trying to persuade Rong Ling who was lying on the bed covered with two quilts.

(End of this chapter)