"Who." Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door behind him. Jing Yirong heard the sound and flew up to the roof. The person who walked out of the house was actually Ding Zhong. He looked around and found nothing strange and entered the house. Jing Yirong Tan Origin: Ding Zhong. He obviously lives in the east courtyard. Why is he here? I looked at the layout of the courtyard. If I guessed correctly, this should be the training room that Mo Feiyu said. But why would Ding Zhong show up so late at night? it's here.
Just when Jing Yirong was wondering, another figure walked into the courtyard. Jing Yirong squinted and realized that the person was actually Ding Dang. He walked into the room that Ding Zhong came out of just now. Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows and didn't know. Why did the father and son appear here so late at night? Jing Yirong lightly jumped onto the house. She gently pulled out a tile and looked at the scene inside the house attentively. Now it seems that she really has to thank Ye Xieming. He threw her. She was slightly injured, so her breath was a little weak. Otherwise, with Ding Dang and Ding Zhong's martial arts skills, they should be able to hear someone on the roof.
As soon as Ding Dang entered the house, he saw Ding Zhong. He hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Dad."
"Why are you here so late?" Ding Zhong's tone was full of dissatisfaction.
"Xiang'er was probably frightened this afternoon and asked the child to spend more time with her." Ding Dang explained with his head lowered.
Ding Zhong heard this because his precious daughter no longer cared about it. He just looked at Ding Dang again. "This time the target is Jing Yirong."
Ding Dang was stunned. "Dad, you have to deal with Jing Yirong. But she is not that easy to deal with."
"Of course I know that." Ding Zhong smiled evilly. "So I have already added some ingredients to her food. When tomorrow is over, they will be unable to leave Siyu Villa even if they want to. Then I think it will be up to you. The Yumo Sword is definitely in my bag."
"But dad..."
"What's wrong?" Ding Zhong glared at Ding Dang. "What do you think?"
"Can you let Jing Yirong go?" Ding Dang raised his head and hesitated for a long time before saying.
Not only Ding Zhong but also Jing Yirong who was lying on the roof felt a little strange. Ding Zhong looked at Ding Dang and his eyes became colder and colder. He suddenly stretched out his hand and waved it at Ding Dang. "How dare you say such things to me, you beast."
Ding Dang did not expect that Ding Zhong would suddenly take action. He fell to the ground unsteadily. "I don't dare, kid."
"I dare you to say that again. When will you ever question my words?" Ding Zhong walked up to Ding Dang and kicked him down before Ding Dang could get up. "Damn beast. What do you think you are?" How dare you talk to me like this."
Blood flowed from Ding Dang's mouth. But he could do nothing except bear it.
Ding Zhong walked up to Ding Dang with a wicked smile on his face and stepped on Ding Dang's back. "Don't think that I don't know how much you care about Mo Feiyu. Bitch, you think you are worthy of the jade flute in the world." Young Master?"
Jing Yirong was shocked. Ding Dang liked Mo Feiyu. Although she had some feelings for him in the afternoon, she really didn't expect it to be so profound.
Ding Dang did not deny it. "I just hope that dad can spare Mo Feiyu's life. Although he is Jing Yirong's subordinate, he has nothing to do with Yumojian."
"You dare to intercede for others when you can't protect yourself. You are really despicable. You are as despicable as that shameless mother of yours." Ding Zhong was full of evil words. Jing Yirong immediately wanted to kill Ding Zhong with one blow.
Ding Dang raised his eyes and stared at Ding Zhong. He was not as serious as the policeman during the day. There was hatred and fear in his eyes, but more of hatred.
"Bitch. How dare you look at me like that." After speaking, Ding Zhong stretched out his hand and slapped Ding Dang. "If you dare to look at me like that again, I will gouge your eyes out right now." .so you can never see it.”
Ding Dang lowered his head and sheathed his sword, extinguishing the hatred in his eyes and saying no more.
Only then did Ding Zhong smile with satisfaction. When he stood up, he felt incomprehensible and kicked Ding Dang hard. Then he felt disgusted again. "A bastard born of a prostitute actually wants to recognize his ancestor. If you hadn't treated me so well, It's somewhat useful. I even killed that shameless mother of yours."
"Don't be afraid of my mother." Ding Dang finally showed a touch of sadness in his eyes. "Please don't hurt my mother. I'm willing to kill for you. I'm willing not to regain my identity as a woman for the rest of my life. I just hope you treat my mother well and don't break her." dream."
Jing Yirong couldn't believe it. No wonder. This was why she always felt that Ding Dang was strange. Although she was taller than herself, she still looked a little thin compared to ordinary men. No wonder her voice had some feminine softness. It turned out that she She is just a woman. Why is a woman who has lived in disguise as a man for so many years and still been tortured by her own father so much?
Ding Zhong raised his head and smiled. "Don't worry, of course I won't let that idiot's mother know everything. She really naively thought that I prostituted her once. If she has a seed, I will let her enter Siyu Villa because of this. Now. She can be my Ding Zhong's concubine not because you are a good daughter who kills people. Bitch. Please remember that you will always be a woman born of the lowest prostitute. Don't think about being worthy of anyone. You too You will always be my killing tool in Siyu Villa. If you are no longer useful one day, I will kill you. Then drive your idiot bitch out and let her go back to the brothel. Let all the men in the world torture her."
"I know." Ding Dang got up and knelt on the ground with a blank look on his face. "I will be obedient. I will kill whoever you ask me to kill. I just ask you not to hurt my mother. There are children who ask you not to kill Mo." Although Feiyu has selfish motives, the real reason is that Xiang'er is attracted to Mo Feiyu. Just now, Ha'er was chatting with Xiang'er. Xiang'er also said that she would not marry Mo Feiyu today."
"That's true." Ding Zhong frowned.
"My child dare not deceive father." Ding Dang's heart was filled with silence at this time. Mo Feiyu was her adopted brother. He was also the person she secretly cared about. He was the only color in her life besides her mother. But now she There was nothing left. But if Mo Feiyu could be kept alive, all these pains would mean nothing to her.
Ding Zhong thought for a moment and then said to Ding Dang: "Go away. I will think about this matter again."
"My child, please leave." Ding Dang stood up.
Jing Yirong stood up and was about to leave. The tiles under him suddenly moved. Ding Zhong and Ding Dang raised their heads at the same time. "Who?"
Jing Yirong's eyes narrowed. He quickly grabbed the stones from the tiles and threw them at the tree trunk that had been shattered just now. The tree trunk was hit by the stone. The entire trunk was shattered. The leafy trees fell down. Go down. Ding Dang and Ding Zhong, who had just walked out of the house, were all distracted by the fallen tree. Naturally, they did not notice Jing Yirong leaving on the roof.
Ding Zhong looked at Ding Dang with murderous intent in his eyes. "It seems that someone overheard what we said. No matter who it is, as long as we get the Yumo Sword, let's see who dares to say anything."
"My child understands." Ding Dang bowed his head in response. She has a weakness, so she has no way not to listen to Ding Zhong.
Jing Yirong flew all the way back to the small courtyard. She was really shocked by Ding Dang's secret. Siyu Villa. Huh. In the end, it was just Ding Zhong, that bastard, who got it by using Ding Dang. Ding Zhong said that Ding Dang was his murder tool. So what happened to Ding Dang? What kind of skills does she have? Logically speaking, Ding Zhong hates Ding Dang so much that he shouldn't have taught her martial arts since she was a child. What's more, Ding Dang is now ranked eighth in the world and even Ding Zhong is not her opponent. How can Ding Zhong teach her? .
Jing Yirong was thinking as he walked. When he raised his head, he saw Nalan Qingyi standing in the corridor with thin clothes. He stood with Jing Yirong's back. He didn't notice Jing Yirong's appearance at all. Under the cold moonlight. Jing Yirong actually felt that Nalan Qingyi's back was a little lonely. How could it be possible? He was Nalan Qingyi. Nalan Qingyi was just warm. How could he feel lonely?
Jing Yirong stepped forward and suddenly felt distressed in her heart. She hugged Nalan Qingyi's body that was chilled by the cold water from behind. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about."
"When I woke up, you were not around." Nalan Qingyi put her hand on Jing Yirong's and held it tightly as if she would disappear in the next second.
"I'm sorry." Jing Yirong leaned on Nalan Qingyi's back. "I didn't mean not to tell you. It's just..."
"Forget it. It's okay." Nalan Qingyi interrupted Jing Yirong softly and hugged Jing Yirong in his arms. "As long as you come back. No matter where you go, as long as you can come back, it will be good." "
Jing Yirong lay on Nalan Qingyi's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and spoke softly, "Is it because of my amnesia that worries you? I'm sorry. Please forgive me for losing my heart. But I want to Let you know that no matter what happens in the future, I will never leave again. Your arms will always be my final destination."
"I'm not worried about you leaving. As you said, my arms will always belong to you. So no matter where you go, at least I can be sure that your heart will always belong to Nalan Qingyi." Nalan Qingyi Rou The voice replied.
Jing Yirong withdrew from Nalan Qingyi's arms in confusion. "If that's the case, why are you still worried? Why don't you sleep here."
"It's nothing. Just looking at the moon." Nalan Qingyi smiled nonchalantly and hugged Jing Yirong into his arms. Jing Yirong finally felt that Nalan Qingyi was a little strange today, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Strange. Nalan Qingyi has also begun to have her own worries. What kind of worries can't even be told to her?
Nalan Qingyi raised her head and looked at the bright moon. The hand that had just been placed on Jing Yirong's wrist had inadvertently felt her pulse. She was indeed not seriously injured. After checking her pulse, she felt that she had really made too much of a fuss. .For Jing Yirong, how could such an injury hurt her?
How much he wanted to tell Jing Yirong that it was not Nalan Qingyi but Ye Xieming who was standing here waiting for her. But Ye Xieming's appearance could only raise a look of disgust in her eyes. Nalan Qingyi could get everything. Please come to me in this world where Jing Yirong and Nalan Qingyi have left. Even though I, Ye Xieming, am arrogant and arrogant, even though I am arrogant and arrogant, I am still willing to stand in the cold wearing only a thin shirt for you. The wind is waiting for your return.
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Today is Ding Zhong's birthday. Therefore, Siyu Villa has never been more lively. All the famous people in the world are here to congratulate him. In Jing Yirong's opinion, the most boring thing is sending congratulatory gifts in the lobby.
All the people gathered together. It seemed that the gift was really more valuable than anyone else's. The more expensive the gift, the more status one would have.
Nalan Qingyi looked at the people around him and was a little worried. "Yirong. Why don't you ask Feiyu to go out and buy a gift? No matter what the price is, at least it represents our feelings."
"I really want to buy it." Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi. Nalan Qingyi nodded. "It would be rude not to buy it. After all, we have lived and eaten here for many days."
"We have accommodation. I asked Mo Feiyu to go out and buy food." Jing Yirong said carelessly. Nalan Qingyi was a little embarrassed. Jing Yirong nodded helplessly. "Just buy it." Then he turned to Mo Feiyu. "Go buy a good-quality coffin."