The voice was less thick than the thick scoundrels that Yuhuachi heard, and the voice was still low and heavy. What was incredible was that it felt a bit familiar when it came into his ears at this time.

But Su Wanrong was sure that this was the third time she had seen this man in two lives.

But every time I see him, this man always brings her an incredible shock.

The moment he touched himself, Su Wanrong seemed to be burned by fire, and his subordinates suddenly relaxed and quickly took a step back.

Su Wanrong took a deep breath.

She straightened up and looked up at him.

"Who are you?" She opened her cherry lips slightly, and she looked at him in the man's eyes for a moment, and continued to ask coldly and slowly.

"What is your purpose in getting involved in the Taifu Mansion?"

The West Chamber of Taifu Mansion is located in a remote location, the only path connecting the main entrance, with insects chirping, and no one can see at this time.

After Su Wanrong asked, she was still silent and silent. The man opposite stood there without saying a word, as if she had no interest in answering her.

Although the touch just now was short, Yinmang's fingertips unconsciously rubbed them, secretly recalling the softness and gracefulness of that moment. He couldn't help but sniff it, as if there was still a little warm and greasy girl's body fragrance.

This small but frivolous action happened to fall into Su Wanrong's eyes.

Su Wanrong tightened her chin and suppressed the anger and disgust that surged into her heart. She opened her lips coldly.

"No matter what you did in the past or what you plan to do in the future, breaking into the palace at night is a death sentence. You deliberately hide your identity and sneak into the Taifu Mansion. If you think you can deceive the world in this way, it is a daydream. I will tell you that the Taifu will return home soon, and his father will be wise and recognize people. The crimes you try your best to cover up will sooner or later make you pay the price."

"oh?"

Yinmang raised his sword eyebrows, as if he had heard something interesting. He stared at her for a moment, then moved the corner of his mouth and laughed.

“Pay a price for the crime I cover up?”

He finally spoke. His voice was gentle, biting the words, slowly and slowly, "If you don't remind me, I'll forget..."

The sky was getting dark, and the tall man stood against the light, and a blurred shadow formed on his angular face. He lowered his eyes, with an unpredictable deep and brightness in his eyes.

Su Wanrong felt that his smile was a bit strange. She paused for a moment, raised her chin slightly, and faced his gaze, word by word, and said clearly:

"You think that hiding here is enough to live a comfortable life. But you need to understand that the mistresses who do not argue about right and wrong, good and evil does not mean that everyone is like this. At the foot of the emperor and the imperial city, you cannot tolerate you doing evil. You'd better repent as soon as possible, otherwise all the cause and effect will be your own fault."

Su Wanrong's words fell, Yinmang narrowed his eyes and touched his chin with his thumb twice, as if he was thinking.

"It makes sense..." He murmured to himself and lifted his thin lips, his eyes slowly looked up and down from her beautiful and slender figure, and returned to her tight face again. The smile on his lips unknowingly restrained.

Yinmang's facial features are too deep and his appearance is originally hard. If the corners of his mouth are curled up, he will be evil and rude.

At this time, the corners of his lips were slightly lowered, and his eyes seemed to be deeper than before, showing a little sharpness and coldness for no reason. Coupled with the sudden twisted scar he deliberately made, he looked cold and sharp, and a chilling and sinister aura faintly radiated all over his body.

"I had never had such a plan, but now you reminded me that I should think carefully."

Yinmang narrowed his eyes dangerously, and suddenly leaned over, and his strong body suddenly approached her.

He lowered his voice, looked down at her, and slowly said in her ear with a sound that only two of them could hear:

"I thought about it. If my situation is as steep as you described, then in order to hide, you who have witnessed my true face on that day should not be kept."

Su Wanrong originally said what she said just now, with three points of confidence and some deliberate threats and intimidation.

After so many days, the Taifu Mansion was still calm. The man behaved very well and even naturally mixed up with other servants in the mansion.

In this way, Su Wanrong was sure that this person stayed in the Taifu Mansion not intended to harm human life, but was probably just hiding for some things to avoid the limelight.

But even so, the existence of this man was too dangerous, so she deliberately threatened him.

But she actually underestimated this man.

Such a dangerous and unknown man, who is even very likely to be a murderer, is fierce and cold-blooded, without any kind thoughts. How can he repent if he knows his mistakes and repents? How can he be influenced by the words of others?

He could not tolerate sand in his eyes, so how could he tolerate a weak woman who repeatedly spoke rudely to him or even threatened his life?

Su Wanrong is also a mortal.

God's favor made her return to her most delicate and astringent age. She knows more than anyone else's value in life. She is indeed a pity for life.

This man did not have any feelings, and obviously did not speak jokingly. The clouds were calm and gentle, as if killing her alone, it was as easy as killing an ant.

The palms were pinched subconsciously, and Su Wanrong forced herself to keep looking at him with her back, but her heart rate was getting faster and her palms could instinctively exudate a thin layer of sweat.

The man approached a little closer, and her heels stiffly pressed against the cold bluestone slabs on the edge of the flower bed. The cold air was very heavy in late autumn. She felt the thin branches and leaves condensed with frost and dew, and the light skirt was faintly brought with her a slight wet and cool feeling.

The clouds covered the last ray of sunset, and the bright white and cold moonlight leaked out, passing through clusters of dim sparse pine needles, sprinkling on the extremely quiet gravel path. It was too quiet, so quiet that the breathing was heard clearly.

But after a while, the man, who seemed to be covered with a layer of perseverance, softened his face without warning. He stared at her and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Scared?"

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The results on the first day of the push are extremely bad. Shouldn’t they be the rhythm of losing?!?!

Don't cry, don't you, little fairies who don't collect it, please help me collect it and soothe my injured heart.
Chapter completed!