"I see." Jing Yirong nodded and walked towards Haitang, "Let me ask you another question."
"You ask." Haitang suppressed her fear of Jing Yirong. She didn't expect that Jing Yirong would actually make her so scared. She was so scared that she didn't know what to say.
Jing Yirong looked directly at Haitang, "What method did Ding Zhong use to make Ding a murder tool?"
Haitang looked at Jing Yirong in astonishment, and took a few steps back unnaturally. Her face was as pale as if she had shed a layer of skin. She held her heart in her hands and said tremblingly, "I don't know, I don't know.
What on earth are you talking about? What, what killing tool, I have never even heard of it."
"Never heard of it?" Jing Yirong grabbed Haitang's shoulders, "I never heard of why you are so scared or why you look so pale."
Haitang shook her body desperately and struggled continuously, "I really don't know what you are talking about? Please let me go quickly and go away!"
Jing Yirong stared at Haitang, her face darkened, and the hand that was holding Haitang's shoulder suddenly changed direction and twisted directly towards Haitang's neck, "You are someone who is willing to sacrifice anyone for your own glory and wealth, I have seen it really
If you think it's an eyesore, if you dare to move again, I'll break your neck immediately."
Haitang forgot about the struggle after hearing Jing Yirong's words. She just looked at Jing Yirong with fear on her face. She had never seen such a woman, such a smart and vicious woman.
Jing Yirong sneered and let go of Haitang, "Killing you will only dirty my hands. I wonder if Ding Dang knew that she had always known what kind of suffering she had suffered, and that you had been sacrificing her to make yourself more comfortable.
I wonder what will happen to her?"
"She..." Haitang cast her doubtful eyes outside the house. What the woman in front of her said was correct. She did know what Ding Dang had endured. But everything she got now was too difficult. She couldn't lose her.
He couldn't go back to the dark life of the past, so he had no choice but to do this.
The gloom in Jing Yirong's eyes grew more and more, "I just came here to make sure that if Ding Zhong offended me, then there are several people in Siyu Villa who I should not kill. Now it seems that you deserve to die."
people."
Haitang raised her head and looked at Jing Yirong in panic, "I just hope to live a better life."
"Then you should get it by yourself," Jing Yirong didn't even want to look at Haitang with her last disgusted look, "If I were you, I would have committed suicide long ago."
Ding Dang was waiting outside the house when he saw Jing Yirong coming out and went to greet her, "What exactly did you say to my mother?"
Jing Yirong glanced at Ding Dang, "Nothing, just let her live well."
Ding Dang watched Jing Yirong walk out of the courtyard with a puzzled expression. When she walked into the house, he found Haitang slumped on the ground with a bloodless face. Ding Dang hurriedly stepped forward to help Haitang up, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Haitang came back to her senses and looked at Dingdang, but the next second she suddenly pushed her away and slapped her in the face without any explanation, "Bitch! Who asked you to bring someone to see me!"
"Mom," Ding Dang looked at his mother in a daze. The person in front of him seemed not to be his gentle mother. Her mother would only smile at him.
Haitang ignored the shock on Ding Dang's face, and the hatred in her eyes gradually increased. She could not and would not let anyone ruin her life. She could even sacrifice her own flesh and blood. What else could she not do? That Jing Yirong
She must not let her live too long.
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After returning from Haitang, Jing Yirong walked into Nalan Zhijin's room. Nalan Zhijin fell asleep tiredly even though it was noon time. She stretched out her hand to caress Nalan Zhijin's cheek, and then stroked his
Forehead, everything about Nalan Zhijin is normal, there is no fever or sweating. Is it really just too tired?
"Are you worried about the tenth brother?" Nalan Qingyi walked into the room, "Don't worry, the tenth brother will be fine. We didn't eat the food from the Villa."
"I know, but there is always an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart," Jing Yirong's eyes still did not move away from Nalan Zhijin's face, "Qingyi, I think I can no longer bear anyone leaving me.
, I have never had them before, so I don’t know the pain of losing them. But when Zhenqi and Xiao Yan left me one by one, I realized that this heart really started to hurt. Each of you seems to be a component of my heart.
Part. Now I have lost two parts. If I lose Qingyi again, I don’t know if the last part of my heart will be more painful."
Nalan Qingyi was startled. This was the first time that Jing Yirong put all her fears and fears in front of him. Nalan Qingyi felt that her heart was suddenly pricked. He had known for a long time that he had met Jing Yi.
Jing Yirong is such a terrible thing. Now he has no idea whether it is Nalan Qingyi or Ye Xieming who fell in love with Jing Yirong, or maybe he fell in love with her in both identities. Jing Yirong, yours
His ability is really great.
"I will be by your side." Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and hugged Jing Yirong, "Everyone will leave me but I will not leave you. Yi Rong, please remember that I will not leave you, never. If there is
One day this body of mine leaves you, and I will appear by your side in any other way."
Jing Yirong reached out and hugged Nalan Qingyi's waist, "Everything I do will be more interesting if you are the only one."
Only by sticking closely to Nalan Qingyi, Jing Yirong felt at ease, but Ye Xieming's figure suddenly flashed across the thunder and lightning. Jing Yirong tightened the hand holding Nalan Qingyi, forget, forget
If you leave that man, he should not affect your normal life. Forget about the time when you lost your heart in those three months.
"Master, brother." Nalan Zhijin opened his eyes and called softly.
Jing Yirong let go of his hand and looked at Nalan Zhijin, "Zhijin, do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"
"No." Nalan Zhijin sat up and rubbed his eyes, "I'm just a little sleepy these days. I don't feel any discomfort. I guess it's because I keep dreaming these days, so I feel uncomfortable sleeping."
Jing Yirong rubbed Nalan Zhijin's hand and said, "As long as you're okay, it doesn't matter. We can leave here tomorrow."
"Really?" Nalan Zhijin was overjoyed.
"Yeah." Jing Yirong smiled. Originally, she shouldn't have let Ding Zhong off if he added spices to their meals, but if she really wanted to fight hard, she might have to delay it again at Siyu Villa. Nalan
Zhijin didn't like Siyu Villa, so she planned to send them away first. As for revenge, it would be better for her to come back alone.
"Miss Jing's dinner party has begun." Mo Feiyu walked into the room.
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin, "I heard that the dinner was very lively and there was a fireworks show. Do you want to go?"
"Go!" Nalan Zhijin's eyes were bright, and the feeling of weakness in his whole body seemed to disappear in the next second. He opened the sheets and jumped out of bed and took Jing Yirong's hand, "Master, let's go."
"Well," Jing Yirong took Nalan Qingyi's other hand, "Let's go."
The dinner party was set up in the widest open space of Siyu Villa. In addition to the banquet, a stage was set up in the center of the open space to facilitate everyone to enjoy the show while eating food. Nalan Zhijin had not attended such a lively dinner party for a long time.
Putting everything aside, I watched the play on the stage with great interest.
Jing Yirong took a quick glance and then looked at Bu Chenche who was sitting next to him, "I haven't seen so many people at noon. I didn't expect Ding Zhong's reputation to be quite high."
"After all, his villa ranks third, and its reputation in the world is not in vain." Bu Chenche said nonchalantly.
"No matter what he does, he can't compare to our Yuluo Village." Qiao Shuang'er proudly showed off, "Our Yuluo Village is the best in the world. The key is that Ding Zhong's reputation cannot be compared with that of brother Yuliu.
"
Bu Chenche chuckled when he saw Qiao Shuang'er like this, "Okay, okay, only Yuluo Village is the best in the world."
"That's right." Qiao Shuang'er picked up her chopsticks and pointed at Bu Chenche, "You are not allowed to praise other villas in front of me in the future, otherwise Brother Yu Liu will be jealous if he hears it."
Jing Yirong glanced at Qiao Shuang'er and said lazily: "Duan Yuliu is not that stingy."
Qiao Shuang'er curled her lips and did not continue the conversation. She picked up a piece of vegetables and put it into the bowl of Nalanzhi. "You eat more. I always feel that you are getting thinner and thinner. Why don't you gain weight?"
"Thank you, Sister Shuang'er." Nalan Zhijin lowered his head and gnawed on the chicken leg. The master said that tonight's meal is edible because Ding Zhong will not poison today's meal, and he will never mess with it no matter what.
People from all martial arts circles.
Ding Zhong was dressed in a dark red robe and sat on the seat with a festive face. When the play on the stage was over, Ding Zhong stood up and raised his wine glass, "All martial arts people can come and celebrate Ding's birthday today."
Ding feels extremely honored to have a banquet, and I would like to express my gratitude by offering you a glass of wine." After that, he raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Master Ding is too strong in his words. I am the one who is honored." After saying this, the people sitting there also raised their glasses and took a drink to show their respect.
Jing Yirong and Bu Chenche didn't even move.
Ding Zhong happened to look at Jing Yirong's table. He took his son Ding Dang and his youngest daughter Ding Xiang to Jing Yirong's table and said, "Miss Jing, if there is anything wrong with Ding's hospitality, please invite Miss Jing."
Forgive me."
Jing Yirong didn't get up or pay attention to Ding Zhong. After understanding Ding Zhong's character, she couldn't do the acting thing.
Ding Zhong also raised the wine glass to Mo Feiyu without hesitation, "Mo Shaoxia, I would like to propose a toast to you."
"Master Ding made a strong statement." Mo Feiyu hurriedly picked up the wine glass and stood up, "I should be respectful to Master Ding."
"I heard Ding Dang said that you are his sworn brother. I don't know if this is the case." Ding Zhong said with a smile on his face.
Mo Feiyu looked at Ding Dang, "This is indeed the case."
Ding Zhong looked Mo Feiyu over and said, "Young Master Mo is a talented person with an extraordinary temperament. My son is lucky to have a big brother like you. This is Ding's little daughter Ding Xiang. I believe the young master has seen her."
Mo Feiyu's eyes fell on Ding Xiang following Ding Zhong's words, and he smiled politely at Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang lowered her head, smiled shyly, and saluted Mo Feiyu.
Ding Zhong looked at the scene in front of him and thought he was a talented man and a beautiful woman, "I wonder if Mo Shaoxia Gui Geng has ever married a wife?"
"I am 22 years old and have not married yet." Although Mo Feiyu was a little confused by Ding Zhong's question, he replied truthfully.
Ding Zhong narrowed his eyes and said, "Young Master Mo, you and I are all Jianghu people. We don't understand the red tape. The day before yesterday, Ding saw you having a very happy chat with your little girl. The little girl is also in the Mood for Love, and Ding intends to marry her.
As for you, do you know what Mo Shaoxia’s intentions are?”
"This..." Mo Feiyu subconsciously looked at Ding Xiang. He had only met Ding Xiang once and had never had a very pleasant conversation with her. But if he refused now, wouldn't he embarrass her on the spot?
The coldness in Jing Yirong's eyes flashed past, and her gaze fell on Ding Dang behind Ding Zhong. Her face was so pale that it was difficult to ignore it.
"Why is Mo Shaoxia unwilling?" Ding Zhong looked a little solemn, "Still you think our Miss Siyu Villa is not worthy of Mo Shaoxia?"