Huoye, Madam Went To the Sky Bridge Again To Set Up a Stall

   Chapter 1011 The second master was attacked by Sister Ruan, knowing that he could not offend his wife, slave and third brother

  Huo Yirong frowned and shook her head at her: "I slept very early last night, and I haven't seen Song Qing during this time, I only know that she is recovering well."

   Qin Ruan pondered: "Seeing Song Qing, everything is clear."

  Huo Yirong thought so too, he coldly ordered Huo Zhi behind him, "Go back!"

   "Yes, Second Master!"

  Huo Zhi pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the car they were in.

  Qin Ruan was also curious about what happened and followed behind the two of them.

   The three returned to the small building, and Huo Yirong immediately ordered the servant to call Song Qing down.

  The servant took the order to go upstairs, and soon panicked footsteps sounded from upstairs.

   The other party ran downstairs in a panic, and said in a panicked voice: "Second Master, Miss Song is gone, there is a lot of blood in the room, and the bed is full of blood!"

  Huo Yirong stared blankly at the servant, his eyes flashed with coldness, and his body was full of icy aura released.

   "What do you mean by gone? You didn't let you take care of her, you just took care of her like this?!"

   The servant replied tremblingly, "Ms. Song said last night that she was not feeling well. She said that she would take two sleeping pills to fall asleep. Let's not go in and disturb her before nine o'clock in the morning."

  Qin Ruan listened, feeling very interesting, and guessed: "Does this mean that Song Qing has a plan?"

  The servant held the blood-stained paper in his hand and brought it to Huo Yirong: "Second Master, this is a letter left by Miss Song."

  [Second Master, don't read, come back after your body recovers and plead guilty. ]

   The short line of words caught his eye, Huo Yirong rubbed it into a ball and threw it on the carpet, and said irritably, "Shut up! Every idea is quite big!"

  He raised his head, looked coldly at Huo Zhi behind him, and said strangely: "Has the Dark Guard Ministry been too lax in recent years, making you more and more courageous?!"

   "Second Master, atonement!"

  Huo Zhi subconsciously knelt down on one knee, her beautiful face was tense, and her whole body released fear.

Qin Ruan tutted softly, walked to Huo Zhi, and pulled her up from the ground: "Brother Rong, Song Qing means it's not dangerous, don't let Huo Zhi get angry, I'll use her later. "

  Huo Yirong's face was cold, but his tone was softened: "My younger brother and sister are protecting her."

Qin Ruan looked as it should be: "If you can't protect the third master, I will rely on Huo Zhi next. If you bully her, I will let the third master know now and let him start over. Arrange for me."

   Hearing that he was going to tell the third brother, Huo Yirong had a sullen face, and waved his hand: "It's alright, it's alright, the third brother will be disturbed by something bigger."

  Qin Ruan helped Huo Zhi up from the ground, and looked upstairs with calm eyes, as if smelling the faint smell of blood spreading from above.

   A faint golden light flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and the golden light spread everywhere upstairs. She didn't notice Song Qing's soul, and her heart was much more stable.

   Qin Ruan looked down at Huo Yirong, who was full of anger, and laughed out loud: "Since Brother Rong is all right, he should no longer need to be in a wheelchair.

  Look, you have lost weight all this time, and your muscles are gone, right? Exercising more is good for the body, why was it attacked by a woman, and I didn't feel anything, tsk—"

  Huo Yirong pursed her thin lips tightly, and a pair of dark eyes flashed with fire.

   He gritted his teeth and said, "Qin, Ruan!"

   He was actually laughed at!

  Song Qing had to use this method to guide the eggs of the Destiny Sun Eclipse Gu.

   But he didn't have any memory of last night, not even the slightest feeling.

   This was the biggest doubt in his heart, and he even felt faintly humiliated. Now that Qin Ruan has revealed it, his self-esteem as a man has disappeared.

  Qin Ruan took out his ears, and said with a smile on his face: "Here, don't be so loud, I can hear it."

  Huo Yirong: "You..."

   "Ah, I remembered that I had to leave beforehand! Forgot to say congratulations to Brother Rong for cleaning up the eggs and getting back to health!"

   Just before he was about to get angry, Qin Ruan pulled Huo Zhi and ran outside. She laughed and laughed, and the servants in the house were trembling.

  Huo Yirong was sitting in a wheelchair, watching Qin Ruan run away with gritted teeth, Qing Jun's face turned blue and white for a while.

   If it was someone else, he directly ordered the person to be stopped, and he had to make the other person suffer.

   Thinking that she is the third brother's heart and soul, and regarded as the child's pampered little lady, Huo Yirong kept comforting himself that he could not offend the third brother's wife and slave.

   After comforting himself for a long time, Huo Yirong still couldn't digest the gloomy anger in his heart, and the anger in his heart was even more intense.

   He called out in a deep voice: "Come here!"

  The dark guard in the corner came out: "Second Master—"

  Huo Yirong narrowed his eyes, looked up and down the dark guard with his stern eyes, and exuded a stern murderous aura: "Check it out for me, and find out if Song Qing digs three feet into the ground for me!"

"Yes!"

  The dark guard took the order to leave, and the moment he turned around, his face became extremely distorted.

  Song Qing's strength is comparable to that of Huo Zhi, one of the leaders. If you really want to find the other party, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult.

  Why is he so miserable, but he is on duty today.

  Huo Yirong was sitting in a wheelchair, swept his cold eyes to the servants around him, and said coldly, "Go down."

  The servant slowed down and quietly exited.

   In the huge hall, Huo Yirong was soon alone.

   He supported the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, stood up slowly, and took a few steps forward.

  The tingling feeling that often tormented him is no longer in the heart, and the legs and feet will not be sore and weak because of taking a few more steps.

   He tentatively took a few steps forward again, feeling his breathing became more and more comfortable.

   In the morning, he felt an illusion that his body was slowly improving. At this moment, after confirming that the poisonous worm eggs disappeared, he felt that all the functions of his body seemed to be in good condition.

  Huo Yirong took a deep breath, looked towards the stairs, and walked steadily.

   In order to prove that his body is really healthy, he climbed upstairs in one breath.

   During this period, there was no pain in the heart, except that the calf was a little sore due to long-term inactivity, and there was no other abnormality.

   There was a strong smell of blood on the second floor, Huo Yirong frowned and walked towards Song Qing's room following the smell of blood.

  The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, Huo Yirong stood at the door, looking at the dried blood on the big bed in the house, vague memories flashed in his mind.

   I don't know if it was his illusion, as if he smelled a sweet floral scent.

  Huo Yirong ignored the floral fragrance that should not exist, and walked into the room.

   As he approached, the wrinkled and blood-stained sheets clearly caught his eyes.

  Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in his head, he stopped, raised his hand and shook his head vigorously.

  Blurred images flooded into my mind again.

  Sweet floral fragrance poured into the tip of his nose, his arms as white as lotus roots wrapped around his neck, and the cry rang in his ears.

   It was the end of the harsh winter, but he seemed to be in warm sea water, wrapped in warm water.

  Like a newborn baby, enjoy the warmth of the warm sun and the clear and comfortable feeling of the impact of the water on the skin.

   "Second Master... I'm sorry..."

  Song Qing's apology sounded in his ears.

   She cried, her voice breathless.

  Song Qing in her mind, that thick and aggressive face became blurred, she seemed to be hugged by someone.

  Huo Yirong saw a large mirror erected in the room, which reflected his figure and Song Qing who seemed to be crying in his arms.

   His gaze moved to the mirror again, and he clearly saw that the reflection reflected by the mirror seemed to be drunk.

   And it was him who made Song Qing cry.

   The other party was lying in his arms, a pair of bewitching eyes flashed two abnormal colors, and strings of tears rolled out from their eyes, like pearls and petals.

  Tears can be like pearls and jade, why are there petals? Huo Yirong doubted whether he was wrong.

   The other party continued to apologize in his ear.

   But in the face of irrational people, you can't hear it at all.

   At that moment, Huo Yirong looked at himself in the mirror, just like seeing the ignorant, arrogant and tyrannical king in ancient times.

   In addition to endlessly launching wars, we must also use the most brutal means to plunder and to labor the weak.

   In order to prevent the prey from escaping, it uses extremely despicable means to choke the opponent's throat.

  The apology and crying of the weak will not bring any mercy, but will only exacerbate the arbitrary rampage of the arbitrary tyrant.

   Instead, what she did was as if she was waving the flag and shouting accompaniment for this battle that the enemy army lost her mind.

  Huo Yirong saw himself in his mind, like an irrational beast, doing those things completely autonomously, and not doing everything when he was awake at all.

   His face turned cold all of a sudden, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist.

   He was really calculated, but those vague memories were erased.

   Even if I think about it at this time, some memory pictures are not coherent, and there are obviously fragments of memories that have not been excavated.

   How capable Song Qing is, even he can calculate it, and let him find out so lately.

  Huo Yirong gritted his teeth in anger, and he had nowhere to vent his anger.

   Soon his memory changed, and he saw Song Qing lying on the bed covered in blood.

   A lot of blood seeped out from the skin of her body, and big droplets of blood rolled down her skin.

  She was naked, and hugged herself in an unsafe posture. The scent of flowers in the room became stronger and stronger, making people sober and rational gradually become cloudy.

  Why does the house smell of flowers, and what is the matter with the blood on Song Qing's body?

   Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass duck~

   Huo Er Ye also has times when he was calculated, which is gratifying!

   But Song Qing... seems a bit miserable?

   (end of this chapter)