Rebirth Of A Noble Daughter: The Marquis Manor’s Abandoned Wife

Mo Fei touched his arm, and all the goose bumps on his body rose.

After being drained of blood, how much would that girl suffer?

The man stood up, and then walked down. He put one of his hands behind his back, and the Tsing Yi on his body was also gently swept on his feet. His stature was very tall, although he was not rough, but But not thin and weak, but with the calm and fortitude of some generals.

"Young Master," Mo Fei shouted nervously again, "Do you still think about this?"

While he was still anxious at this time, the man spoke to the outside.

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

Mo Fei was relieved. When they arrived, Mo Fei's little donkey was still tied to the tree obediently.

And Mo Fei can't control his little donkey anymore. Now people can't be saved. Who cares about the donkey's life?

"My son, don't we go from the front door?"

Mo Fei didn't understand why the son of his family had to come here, wouldn't it be better to go to the main entrance? Their son's identity, walking through the main entrance of Ningkang Hou Mansion, would be considered as a saving grace.

The man replied, and his cold eyes also made Mo Fei lower his head involuntarily. Every time he saw the face of the son, there was only one sentence to describe it, and that was shame.

"Have you heard a word?"

The man asked Mo Fei?

"What?" Mo Fei didn't understand.

"Destroy the dead body."

After the man finished speaking, he looked up at the extremely high courtyard wall in front of him, and then with a tip of his toes, he jumped easily, and the two guards beside him did the same.

"What about me?" Mo Fei pointed at himself blankly, what should he do?

After a while, he got in from the dog hole again. Is it possible that this living person will be suffocated to death by peeing, and it is impossible to go to heaven. Is it possible that he will not drill a dog hole?

He patted his clothes, and he didn't feel embarrassing. The son is not a person who loves to laugh, and the son of the son doesn't even look at it.

Therefore, no matter how ugly he is, they don't care in their eyes. To put it bluntly, people don't put him in their eyes at all. Although this kind of recognition really makes him uncomfortable, it is actually the case.

In the young man's heart, he has only a tiny bit of place, probably all without the weight of the golden eagle called Zhefeng.

"It's here, son."

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

"Little Zhuzi, are you there?" And he whispered into it. Of course, he didn't dare to speak too loudly now, because he was afraid of attracting others.

"We are here, Master Mo."

Baimei heard Mo Fei’s voice, and she cried for joy. They had been waiting for a long time, and they were afraid that all they had waited was an empty promise. It didn’t matter if their sister died, anyway, without the rescue of the girl back then, their family Already dead.

But they still want their girl to live, and want her to live in peace. They are such good girls who should not suffer these sins.

And they also need to know what the grandfather of the country did to their girl. Such a person cannot get away with it after harming their girl. It is impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Evergreen, grow more, go down and save people."

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

"Where is the person?"

"My son, come with me."

Mo Fei hurriedly went to save people. It was indeed not far away, just a few steps away, and it was impossible for Bai Mei and Bai Zhu to hear Shen Qingci, the screams after another.

Perhaps this is someone who deliberately wants them to hear, and deliberately wants to torture them, or the person inside.

It's here. Mo Fei pointed to the front door. That is, he picked up the lock again, son, what should I do if it is locked?

How do you open it? They don’t have the key. Why don’t they find something to smash, but will the movement be too loud and attract others? Will it be troublesome then, but they can’t let them break in. ?

Let’s smash it away. He turned around and found something like a stone on the ground. He heard the sound of a card. When he turned his head, he found that the precious and non-stained young man used his The fingers, which have always been slender and beautiful, have crushed the lock.

You can't use martial arts like this, right?

Bullying people who have no internal strength.

He ran to him quickly and opened the door with a squeak. When the door opened, he was almost always addicted to the smell. For him with a keen sense of smell, this kind of smell can be said. It's terrible.

"My son, it smells so sweet."

Mo Fei couldn't help closing his eyes, no, he was going to faint.

At this time, the man had already walked over and looked at the woman who had been **** by others, and saw that she was almost like a rag doll now, her face pale and snowy, and the only angry person might be her double eyelashes. Very long and beautiful, and a very beautiful child.

Yes, it is a child. Shen Qing Ciben is a girl. Although she grows up, she is not very different from other women, but it always makes people feel that she is a child.

At this moment, her two hands were very tight, and on her white wrist, there were scars from being cut.

Mo Fei also ran over, and he couldn't help taking a breath. To be honest, when he looked outside, he just felt cruel, but he did not expect that there would be so many injuries on her wrist. How cruel the heart can be cut down.

"The son..." Mo Fei's hands were always pulling on his master's clothes, "Can you tear off a few pieces of cloth on your clothes?"

"Can't you tear it?" the man asked Mo Fei quietly.

"My dirty," Mo Fei didn't cut himself off, but he was dirty, he smelled of sweat, and the soil when he drilled the dog hole, but his son is unfair, this kind of weird They also have a clean temper, and only their son is unique in this world.

Wash once before going to bed, and then wash again in the morning. At least three clothes should be changed a day, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening. The clothes on his body are all clean and they can smell the fragrance.

"Tear it," the man stretched out his hand, also generously contributing his clothes.

And Mo Fei was not polite. He tore open his master’s clothes and pulled out a few pieces of cloth from the inside, trying not to destroy the heroic image of his master. Anyway, the clothes outside were fine. Plus, it's midnight in the middle of the night, who will keep his clothes on?

After the cloth was in his hand, Mo Fei hurriedly wrapped the cloth around Shen Qingci’s wrist and used a good hemostatic medicine. Otherwise, I was afraid that it would bleed if it moved. Fearing that it was going to run out, he took the medicine and untied the rope easily.