Su Qian looked at him upon hearing the voice. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, as if he was already eager to try. "I heard that the Lingguang Palace in Shangjing City is the source of spiritual energy in the East, which can control the spirits of all things in the world and increase the blessings and longevity of those who live there... And the Yaoxian Palace, it sounds very suitable for Qianqian."
"Goddess, you deserve to live in the best place in the world. Naturally, the best things in the world belong to you."
At this moment, Yan Xuanye was like a wild beast, a demon about to break free from its cage. His face blended into the darkness, but Su Qian could faintly see the fierceness in his expression.
Su Qian: "I was just thinking about how to decorate the new mansion, and I didn't think about anything else. Don't think too much."
"The suffering of the people has already made me very sad, Aye. How can I ignore their lives just for my own enjoyment?"
He paused, as if regaining some composure. "Qianqian is kind-hearted, but others always want to harm you. If I don't kill them, they will always come to harm you. Isn't Lu Huan's sneaking into Zhiyi City a few days ago the best evidence?"
"Qianqian, I don't want anything to happen to you anymore, and I won't let you get hurt again. What happened last time can't happen again." He held Su Qian's body tightly and murmured, "I can't lose you again. That feeling is like gnawing at your bones."
His voice was low, like the roar of a wild beast in the dark night, making people feel uneasy. "Qianqian, you should live under my wings and be protected by me. In order to be with you forever, I will clear away all obstacles in this world that stand between us!"
Those who would hurt Su Qian, those who would affect their relationship. For example, Lu Huan, the two sisters of the Jiang family, he wanted them to disappear!
Su Qian had a bad feeling. Why had Yan Xuanye changed in a strange direction since she started to pursue him? Shouldn't he have become more gentle and considerate? Why did he become more brutal?
"Aye, don't be like this, I'm a little scared."
Yan Xuanye's large palm gently caressed her delicate and smooth face. "Qianqian, don't be afraid. I won't let you see those scenes. I will try my best to deal with them without you knowing. Once they are completely gone from this world, you will be safe."
Su Qian felt that his thoughts had completely gone astray, and he had inexplicably begun to develop a crazy and critical path. She tried to correct him, but he just thought she was too kind, and was even more afraid that she would be hurt.
Su Qian tried to change the subject, "Alright, alright, it's getting late, let's go to bed."
If he continued talking, she wouldn't dare sleep that night, as she was terrified.
Su Qian found it difficult to agree with the idea that if someone cared about you, they would kill those who might hurt you.
"Okay." Yan Xuanye said.
*
At three o'clock in the morning, in Qizhou City, inside Guangchuan Jun's mansion...
Lu Huan had just finished bathing. He was sitting in front of the mirror in a crescent-white snow-white dress, his inky hair draped behind him, and his appearance was cold and cool.
If you don't look closely at the sword on his desk, you would think he is an elegant young man with a handsome appearance and graceful demeanor.
In his hand was a small piece of paper with fold marks and two tiny drops of blood on it, but he didn't care much about it and even kept it with him at all times.
If you look closely at the person in the mirror, you will find that there is a subtle smile at the corners of his mouth and eyebrows, and his lips seem to be muttering something, opening and closing.
"I am overjoyed to receive your letter... It has been over a month since we last met, and I miss you deeply... I miss you deeply."
In the dead of night, the elegant young man in the mirror kept repeating these words over and over again, and sometimes even let out an uncontrollable laugh from his throat.
There was a knock on the door of the yard. He put away the note in his hand, put on his outer robe with a calm look, and went to open the door.
Zhong Cang stood at the door, "Master."
"how?"
"She still won't tell."
His furrowed brows showed his displeasure, "She probably doesn't know that Lu Guang is dead yet."
Zhong Cang: "According to the master's instructions, Lu Guang's death has not been revealed to her yet."
"I see."
Lu Huan smiled, a gloating look of joy in his eyes and eyebrows, "Then I will go and tell her in person. As husband and wife, she must cry for him in his final moments.
My son is already unfilial, so I hope someone can cry for him, so that he won’t be alone on his way to the underworld.”
Zhong Cang did not respond to his words. In his opinion, Lu Huan was not the unfaithful and unfilial son he claimed.
Fortunately, Lu Huan didn't need his answer. He always liked to talk to himself about such matters.
The prison walls were built high and thick, with only a few small windows letting in a little light. It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the streets were deserted, with only the night watchman occasionally passing by.
The ground was bumpy and very damp, so the guards laid some straw on the floor of the prison. When people walked on the straw, there would be some rustling sounds.
As soon as Lu Huan walked into the prison, he smelled a strange stench that made him want to vomit. It was a smell formed by many kinds of smells mixed together after a long period of blending.
The smell of earth, thatch, moldy walls, thick blood, and the stinking smell of rotting rat corpses.
There is also the sour smell of feces and urine.
After being tortured, some prisoners suffered damage to their internal organs and incontinence. They excreted and urinated directly on themselves, and could not clean themselves or change their dirty clothes. Over time, the stench accumulated and was unbearable.
However, what does it matter if you can’t take care of yourself when it comes to life and death?
The prison guards don't even care about their life or death, let alone this.
The guards wished they would die so they could be thrown out and avoid polluting the land.
In the dark environment, Zhong Cang did not light a lamp, but only took a fire starter to illuminate the road. This weak light could not play any role. He led the way two steps in front of Lu Huan.
Somehow, a series of horrible low laughs suddenly sounded behind me. The laughter was like notes floating in the dark and cold space, like the chanting of ghosts, making people tremble with laughter.
Zhong Cang's mind buzzed. He didn't know what interesting thing his master had thought of that made him laugh like that.
Could it be that he had thought of a way to torture that woman?
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