"Master! Master! You should wake up quickly. You are lying motionless on the bed. Don't scare Dongmei!"

"Woo..." "Woo... Master, don't scare Dongmei. Wake up quickly. Dongmei can't be scared."

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A burst of calls mixed with sobs came from the silent room. A sweet-looking girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, lay on a luxurious and beautiful bed and sobbed in a low voice, occasionally calling out, "Quietly."

Her little face was filled with tears, and she looked heartbroken and pitiful, which made people feel pity for her.

The large room was quiet except for Dongmei's sobs, making the room very quiet.

On the exquisite and luxurious big bed, a young man with a pale face, exquisite facial features, and a quiet manner was lying there quietly.

A bedding made of precious ferret fur was covering her body, with only one head exposed. She had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and was quiet and indifferent. Anyone who looked at her looked like she was asleep, looking very peaceful. It was as if Dongmei was afraid of disturbing her young master.

While sleeping, my sobbing suddenly stopped, and the room became increasingly quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and could hear even breathing.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo..." Suddenly there was a strong wind outside the house, and the half-closed doors and windows in the house were blowing and making a "bang bang" sound.

"Sister Chuncao, please keep an eye on the young master. I'll close the doors and windows. The wind has picked up and it's a bit cold. Be careful that the young master wakes up and catches a cold!" Dongmei stood up and told Chun Cao, who had a dull face, and then moved Lian lightly.

Close the door and window tightly.

"Um……"

Chun Cao just responded instinctively. Her eyes were empty and lifeless. She raised her head and looked around numbly without any movement. At this moment, her heart was dead and only instinct remained.

When the master dies, the slave dies. When the young master dies, Chuncao and Dongmei, who are personal maids, will also be buried with him. This is a rule and a fate, but she really doesn't want to die.

"Squeak!" The door was suddenly pushed open gently, and a graceful and luxurious middle-aged woman with light makeup entered the exquisite bedroom surrounded by several maids. This middle-aged beautiful woman

Entering the room, his eyes were attracted by the quiet young man on the luxurious bed. He walked directly to the head of the bed and stared at the young man on the bed.

"lady!"

"My servant has met Madam." Upon seeing the beautiful middle-aged woman in palace clothes with a haggard face, Chuncao and Dongmei hurriedly stood up and greeted her.

Behind the middle-aged beautiful woman, a strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, calm and intimidating, wearing brocade clothes strode in. The strong man had a strong physique, like an iron tower, and walked with a loud sound. The spring grass and winter trees

As soon as Mei saw this person, her head that she had just raised lowered again. She rushed towards the person and made a blessing and greeted him respectfully.

"This slave has met the master!"

"Everyone get up!"

The strong man responded lightly, and then glanced at the young man on the bed.

"Qing'er, hasn't he woke up yet?" The middle-aged beautiful woman waved her hand weakly, opened the sand curtain on the lotus tent, looked at the young man who seemed to be in a deep sleep, and then murmured somewhat self-deprecatingly.

He said: "Qing'er is already dead, how can she wake up!"

The young man lying quietly on the bed had been consulted by many famous doctors in Heishui City a day ago. Even the immortal master in the house had come to see him. Ning Qing was dead, his soul was separated from his body, and his heart was broken. It was like an immortal had arrived.

There was no way to save them, but they didn't believe it. Just a few young people who went to explore an ancient ruins suddenly died suddenly. Even the magic doctors and immortal masters in the mansion had no time to save them and died.

"lady……"

The beautiful middle-aged woman looked at the quiet and peaceful face of the young man on the bed. Knowing that her son was here and could not wake up, her heart ached inexplicably, her head felt dizzy, and her body was in a trance. She slowly fell to the edge of the bed.

Go, obviously still unable to accept the fact that his beloved son has passed away. Several maidservants beside him exclaimed and hurriedly supported him for fear of falling.

"Madam, please forgive me, Qing'er has already left!" The burly middle-aged man supported the beautiful middle-aged woman, his heart ached inexplicably, and a look of sadness appeared on his face, and he held the beautiful middle-aged woman in his arms.

He held her in his arms, enduring the pain and comforting her softly. His beloved son died tragically, and a man with white hair gave birth to a man with black hair. Ning Zhongtian felt such hatred in his heart.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuak State You heartless, how did you become a father? Fortunately, you are still the lord of a city, and you can't even protect a son."

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, for not being able to protect Qing'er, ugh..."

It's okay if the burly middle-aged man didn't say anything, but after this advice, the middle-aged beautiful woman couldn't control her emotions. She burst into tears. The crystal teardrops were like broken beads connected into a line, and they were as smooth as

Jade's cheeks slid down, her hands kept slapping the other person's broad shoulders, and she sobbed.

"Cry...it will make you feel better if you cry!" The burly man took the middle-aged beautiful woman into his arms and comforted her softly.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. It's because my husband failed to protect Qing'er and he was poisoned by the bad guys. But don't worry, madam, I will definitely find the mastermind behind it and cut him into pieces."

Comfort Qing’er’s spirit in heaven.”

The burly middle-aged man softly comforted the beautiful middle-aged woman in his arms, and an astonishing sternness appeared on his face. The frightening cold light flashed away, and then returned to calm.

Ning Zhongtian, as a city lord in the remote Blackwater City of the Great Qin Empire, was far away from the emperor. He was definitely the earth emperor who was lower than one person and higher than tens of thousands of people. He smelled a conspiracy from the death of his son.

Taste, the ancient ruins where his son had an accident. He had also seen the ruins where Ning Qing had an accident. There was nothing unusual. With Ning Qing's cleverness and skill, coupled with family guards, it was impossible for him to be killed. But it happened.

, this shows that the person behind it is planning to take action against his Ning family.

"Boom!" A sound of thunder woke up Ning Zhongtian from his thoughts. A strong wind blew again outside the house. The strong wind blew hard. The door that had just been closed was blown open by the strong wind and hit the wall with a "bang bang" sound.

"With a sound, a silver arc of electricity cut through the sky, illuminating the sky and the earth. Everyone in the room closed their eyes unconsciously, and all they could see was a white light. At this moment, there was only one white color between the sky and the earth.

Thunder exploded, a strong wind blew outside the house, and the doors and windows were blown wildly. The maids and maids in the house hurriedly went to close the doors and windows. At the moment when everyone in the house fell into chaos, a ray of silver light fell with the silver lightning.

It disappeared into the eyebrows of the young man lying quietly on the bed. What no one noticed was that as the silver light disappeared, the young man named Ning Qing suddenly opened his closed eyes, and then closed them quietly.
Chapter completed!