After this day, there were a lot of chaos in the villa, and Qi Miao naturally would not return to the city tonight.

In the Miyan Pavilion in Beiyuan, the candlelight shaking in the main hall, just like the current strange and unknown situation.

Qi Miao's eyes were half-hung, and her hands were standing there, like a cold ice sculpture: "How is the government over there?"

Feng Qiwu hugged her arms, raised her hand, subconsciously pressed her chin and said, "I haven't gained much. I have taken away the body and will not affect the villa for the time being."

Qi Miao had no expression on her face: "That's good."

At this time, Qi Lin came in with a flat wooden box and reported: "Master Qi, someone has sent you a gift and asked you to open it in person."

Qi Miao turned around and said, "Who gave it to me?"

Qi Linxuan felt a chill: "The person who came from his subordinates said he did not leave his name."

Qi Miao walked forward, and the moment he opened the lid of the box was shocking. A pair of broken hands were placed inside the box. It was obvious that they were cut off by sharp blades. The blood at the cut had already dried up and turned black, and white bones were seeping out.

Qi Miao's eyes trembled, and there seemed to be thunder in his eyes, which accumulated to the peak. The overwhelming anger erupted, and he slashed the wooden box with one palm: "It's unreasonable!"

The wooden box fell to the ground with a bang, falling into pieces. The two broken hands were lying horizontally on the ground, as lifeless as two pieces of wood, looking strange and terrifying.

Qi Wu looked at his broken hand calmly, and a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is this a public demonstration, provoking Mr. Qi?"

"I murdered people on my territory and mocked us for not being able to catch him? It seems that this person is very arrogant." Qi Miao snorted coldly with a fierce and sharp look. It has been a long time since no one has made him so angry.

Qi Lin was afraid of his momentum and said with a tough bullet: "Master Qi, could this be a conspiracy?"

Qi Miao was silent, Feng Qiwu said: "I found a few witnesses and I have gained unexpected results."

Qi Miaobing looked at him with a cold look, and Qi Wu said sarcasticly: "Yuan Yongshun is also a person who is not afraid of death. It is said that someone saw him teasing the little princess before the finals. The two had an argument, and the prince arrived at this time."

Qi Miao's eyes sank, and his eyebrows frowned into the deep word "chuan": "Prince?"

Qi Wu looked at him with a more sinister look: "The prince gave him a hard lesson and made him kneel down in public, and threatened to chop his hand."

Qi Miao's breathing condensed, with a little startled and suspicious: "What happened like this?"

Qi Wu narrowed his eyes dangerously and his smile deepened: "Master Qi, Qi Wu thinks this is a good opportunity. We can follow the flow and lead the situation to a favorable side in our favor."

"What's your trick?"

Qi Wu was silent for a moment, gently swaggering his long eyelashes, and smiled confidently: "The plan is not difficult to implement, but we need the assistance of the Sixth Prince."

Qi Miao turned around and walked slowly for a few steps, and the expression of thinking flowed in her eyes.

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Youmeng's consciousness was hazy, and her tilted head kowtowed heavily along Su Zhi's shoulders. She suddenly woke up. Su Zhi, who was above her head, glanced sideways in an instant, and said softly: "Are you sleepy?"

She knew it was true from the moment she was silent. She was sleepy and smiled embarrassedly: "Yes."

Su Zhiyan moved his body away, then immediately beat her up, held her in his arms, calmly: "Go back to bed."
Chapter completed!