Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

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The yelling at the room came to an abrupt halt, leaving only a stern roar.

Tian Qi slowly got up and stood down, looking at the woman's eyes cold.

"Do you know why I have kept your life? In this world, there must always be someone who knows the truth. But that's also the case, you know, you can't do anything. You have a lifetime to feel this feeling."

"Well ... ah, ah!" The woman rolling on the ground covering her throat, her eyes leaked through the slits of her hair, her eyes scarlet, her hate and horror.

If her eyes could kill someone, she would be ashamed!

But as he said, she couldn't do anything.

She could only linger in front of him in this way, struggling.

"Also, you're right. The people in the Presbyterian Church know well that more than you know it. But why do they all live well? Because, you are the lesson learned." She smiled, took hold of her breath, and restored her old look like a cold jade.

The lunatic is stunned.

She understands.

Kill the chicken marmoset.

She became a chicken in his hand to deter the gang of people in the Presbyterian Church.

"Young Master, why didn't you kill her directly? Only the dead can keep secrets forever. As for deterring the people in the Presbyterian Church, the young master's wrist is the best way." Outside the bamboo house, a woman's clear voice came.

The man turned back and was not surprised by the sudden appearance of a man there, only looking at her lightly.

Shan Wu depressed her heart, she was right, and the young master knew that someone was following him.

Taking a deep breath, Qiang calmed down and knelt down, "Young Master rest assured that good dance dares to show up, just to tell Young Master that good dance will be loyal to his whole life, and swear to follow Young Master!"

"How did you get in?" He didn't answer her, he just asked.

"The good dance followed the young master. The young master screened back around him, so the good dance did not encounter any obstacles. This time the good dance was unwilling to be punished without any instructions." Knowing that the explanation was useless, the good dance could not help but, He explained it himself, "The good dance is not about spying on the master's secrets, but ... worrying about the master."

He didn't look like he did in the past, but he lost his calm and self-sufficient.

She followed, and was really worried except doubts.

"What did you hear?" Asked again, with a faint voice, and throbbed in Sanwu's heart.

"Back to Master, I heard all the good dances." Boldly, the good dances raised her eyes a little, and the posture of kneeling down just saw the situation on the ground in the room.

Shanwu's face brushed white.

On the ground, the mad woman was embarrassed, with blood on her face, and a piece of blood lay quietly on the ground in front of her.

Let the good dance know for a moment, why the woman could not speak in the second half of the sentence, and also broke the possibility that she would listen to the whole secret.

And in the eyes of the young master, she is probably one of the monkeys he wants to deter.

Before she appeared, she had already thought very clearly what she was going to do, but she really stood in front of the man's eyes and stood under his unemotional sight, and the good dance still could not restrain her panic. Especially after seeing the woman's misery, she couldn't help shaking her body.

This woman, she knows and is familiar.

Was the only female elder in the Presbyterian Home. She disappeared a year and a half ago, and the entire Presbyterian House kept silent about it.

Only when this person disappears out of thin air.

It turned out she was here.

(End of this chapter)