The leader of the black man sat up and bandaged himself quickly after those people walked far away. He did not dare to delay at all, and quickly went back to report to his master.

When he went back, he didn't even look at the doctor. He stumbled into a room and knelt down "thump": "I am incompetent."

The man in a mysterious suit leaned against him, with a slender and upright outline, and his whole body was shivering with a chill. He stood at the desk and was practicing writing, and said carelessly: "Duan, you have never disappointed me so much. Who else is there next to her except Murong An?"

"Master, Luo Ziheng, the number one swordsman in Jiangnan, is here too. And..." Duan Yi hesitated for a moment.

"Say!" He just uttered a word, but it was filled with cold and murderous aura.

"I suspect that the girl the Ninth Prince is interested in is Miss Six. Not only is she almost the same appearance, but the first time I shot her with an arrow and hit the poison that is unique to our school. She actually solved it herself and did not go to the city clinic to get the antidote." Apart from her, who else can crack their poison so easily!

He couldn't see the face of the man in Xuan's clothes, but he still didn't look back, but just smiled softly: "I really underestimated her value. Even the Ninth Brother was in her hands. I really shouldn't have wronged her at the beginning."

The coldness in the laughter made Duan Yi kneel on the ground feel the bone-chilling cold.

The man in Xuanyi said with some fun, "Those people are dead. Why did you think she let you go?"

"According to the observation of his subordinates, Miss Six seems to be different from before. Our people are all attracted by a particularly incense that she is stabbed to death by the Ninth Prince. They don't know that their subordinate's heart is on the right." Duan Yi said, thinking that he could commit suicide. The first thing the Lord hates the traitor, the second thing the Lord hates failure, and both are dead.

"Since she hasn't killed you, you can go down first. I'm afraid Prime Minister Zuo should know about this. His baby daughter is still alive. What would he do?" The voice was not moved at all.

Duan Yi was shocked and hurriedly retreated. He failed the first mission and was saved by his life. He did not dare to guess why the Lord had forgiven him so leniently. Obviously that was not something he should think about.

"Xiao Liu, you are really beyond my expectations." The man in the dark clothes said to himself softly. His face was in the darkness, with only his charming thin lips scribbling a cruel curve, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark light.

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Luo Ziheng lay on the soft big bed, only remembering that he was pressing against Yanran's rosy and soft lips, and the blood behind him kept gushing out, feeling of pain and happiness.

"Yan'er." He gradually regained his consciousness and began to call softly. He slowly opened his eyelids and found that it was not very unfamiliar furnishings. The candlelight jumped and he turned his head and found that the person was already asleep on the table. Not far from her, there was a basin of water and a towel.

Is it her? The woman who kept testing the temperature of her forehead in her dream and wiped her with a warm towel turned out to be not a dream! The song she sang to herself gently was as ethereal as the sound of nature, comforting his restless dream.

How tired you have to be! You can fall asleep on such a hard wooden table. Even if you wear a piece of clothing, you will be extremely prone to illness when you sleep like this. Heartache and annoyance gradually spread. He tried to stand up and wanted to carry her to the bed, but as soon as he got together, he fell down involuntarily. He didn't expect that his body was so weak.

He just smiled bitterly, and Rong Yanran immediately tried to open her sleepy eyes and walked to the bed in two steps: "Young Master, do you want to eat?" He didn't eat for nearly half a day and a night, and lost a lot of blood. He must be hungry.

Luo Ziheng shook his head gently: "I'm not hungry."

"Then are you thirsty? The tea is cold now, I'll go and burn a pot of tea for you." Rong Yanran said as she turned around and left.

Luo Ziheng grabbed her hand, soft and boneless, but it was fatal attraction to him. "Yan'er, I just want you to stay by my side and talk to me."

He said that, moving his body with difficulty, Rumo's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and a bed was just empty.

Rong Yanran wanted to stop him and said awkwardly: "Young Master, it's almost dawn, it's not good."

Luo Ziheng's smile was very evil: "Don't worry, what else can I do to you like this?"

Rong Yanran rubbed her temples with a headache: "Young Master, don't let me be impure even if your thoughts are dirty, okay? I'm worried that your friends will come in and laugh at you."

Luo Ziheng smiled slightly, his sexy lips carved like a knife opened and closed, and said confidently: "Don't worry, they dare not."

Seeing that he insisted on doing this, Rong Yanran was so sleepy that she simply lay on the bed, which was much more comfortable than sleeping on the table. She was too tired and sleepy and soon fell asleep.

Luo Ziheng looked at her sleeping face and felt unprecedented satisfaction. His cold lips flew over her forehead: "Yan'er, a good dream." He lay quietly on the side, listening to her even and stable breathing.

Rong Yanran woke up the next day and it was already dawn. The people around her had never moved the case. "Oh no, I'm here to take care of people, why are you sleeping so hard?" She took away his arm that was put on her body and sat gently, afraid of disturbing the man sleeping next to her.

I wanted to go out to prepare breakfast, but I accidentally saw the handsome face of the man. This was the first time I had observed his face so closely. The nose was very straight and the lip line was perfect. It was not thin or thick. It was just moderate. Although it lost blood because of excessive blood loss, this light color looked more delicious like ice cream.

She swallowed her saliva very little. Since they liked each other, it would be okay to kiss her. It was nothing to him, but would he look down on him because of this? Anyway, he was asleep, so it would be nothing to take advantage of him.

Rong Yanran thought so, and went up to smell it, rubbing her lips. Luo Ziheng was breathing more and more rapidly, and his whole body was hot. When she lowered her head and her warm breath spilled on her face, she tightly clenched her hands and told herself to be patient and see what she wanted to do. However, this ending surprised him so much, and made him feel even more happy!

"The future wife is so anxious. How can you not let your husband go to your wishes? Let you work hard alone?" The sudden joking voice made Rong Yanran, who was nervous and shocked, pressed on the bed by him before he could leave. "I only realized today that Yan'er loves me so much," his eyes were full of smiles, "How could I not take the initiative?"
Chapter completed!