Chapter 281

I don't know how long after that, the killer can't shout any more, and there's no good meat on him.

The black clothes were soaked with blood, and the hair was wet on the face. It looked very embarrassed.

"Wang Ye, this is Zhou Ruoyan's life," the man said in a low voice, standing in front of Ling Tianwang.

There is no doubt that he is lying. Ling Tianwang repeats this name in his heart silently, and his eyes twinkle with bloodthirsty light.

"Kill," Ling Tianwang raised his eyelids, casually looked at the killer, and then turned to leave.

Hearing this, the killer was strangely excited and even moved.

He opened his eyes which were covered with blood, looked up at the black roof, but the ice sugar gourd which he had eaten slowly appeared in front of his eyes. The glittering red in front of his eyes made people easily feel the sweet and sour taste.

Ling Tian looked out of the prison, suddenly and intense sunlight contact, eyes have a moment of maladjustment.

He closed his eyes tightly, there are crystal tears falling in this moment, showing a shallow trace on his face.

"Master, do you want to order the people in the capital?" Asked the butler.

Ling Tian looked back and said with a sneer, "let everyone in the capital move. I want Zhou Ruoyan and Song Ci to be ruined."

The housekeeper was stunned, then nodded slowly.

Did not continue to stay here, Ling Tianwang straightened his waist, step by step toward Zhou ruo'an's room.

But as he got closer, it seemed that his steps became more and more heavy, until he was finally fixed in the same place, and there was no way to move forward for half a minute.

Ling Tianwang stood in the same place, some obstinately looking at the closed door, not close but not leave.

Do not know what happened outside, Zhou ruo'an trance back to the modern, back to her body.

The scar left before is still in the same position, and the dagger worn around the waist is the one used to, even the people around them.

But as time goes by, Zhou ruo'an's time in a daze is getting longer and longer, and he is more and more alert to the surrounding environment.

"Chief, I won't go on a mission today," Zhou ruo'an said, looking at the people sitting in front of him without expression.

"Don't you want to go? Then I won't go. " The man's mouth twitched twice, like a doll under the control of others.

Hearing this, Zhou ruo'an finally confirmed her guess. She lowered her head deeply, and her slightly longer hair covered her eyes.

"It is." Zhou ruo'an murmured in a low voice. His fingers holding the dagger were loose and tight.

The man didn't seem to see what Zhou ruo'an had done at all. He was still following the track set before.

"Why don't you go on a mission?" He called in a sharp voice.

Kuang Dang, the dagger Zhou ruo'an held in his hand finally fell down and fell heavily on the ground.

"It turns out that all this is just my dream," Zhou ruo'an murmured in a low voice, then slowly turned around and threw all the screams behind his head.

Zhou ruo'an raised his eyes and looked around. He went straight ahead, forgetting all the shouts for himself.

She didn't know how far she had gone or what direction she was heading for, but in the face of so many unknowns, she didn't have any intention to explore.

She knew that she should be trapped in a dream, but she didn't bother to find a way out of the dream.

Step more and more slowly, finally she stopped, slowly closed her eyes, let himself fall to the ground.

It's two days since Zhou ruo'an's injury and coma, and Ling Tianwang's mood is more and more tense. He can feel the chilly chill on him without being close to him.

It seems that the capital is still peaceful, but secretly, Zhou Ruoyan and Song Ci have been said countless times.

It seems that it's just one night. It's well known that Zhou Ruoyan's private meeting with his lover at night was seen by Ling Tianwang.

Although because of their two identities, those people dare not say anything on the surface, Song Ci can feel each other's furtive gaze on himself.

The anger in his heart ferments a little, but it can only be forced down, because he doesn't want others to turn his anger into anger.

"You go down first," he said without expression.

Looking at Song Ci's sharp eyes, the man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took back his sight, some hurriedly retreated.

After standing in the same place for a while, Song Ci pulled the corner of his mouth and walked out, "prepare a carriage for me. I'm going to Zhou Fu."

Although she felt that she was not afraid of the shadow, in the face of those people whispering behind her back, Zhou Ruoyan quietly refused those posts that invited her to the banquet."Miss didn't go out today?" Zhou's father picked eyebrows unexpectedly and asked.

The servant girl standing by her eyes flashed and said softly, "Miss refused everyone's post. I think she wants to accompany you at home."

Zhou's father looked at her and said nothing, but he didn't take it seriously.

Maybe it's just that these days are a little boring. Zhou's father guesses in his heart that after a few days, he must be calling friends again. It's not so exciting.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth could not help pressing down, and the beard on his lips could not help trembling.

Just because Zhou's father knew nothing about everything, listening to the announcement outside, he blinked blankly and said, "third prince? What's the matter with him today? "

Although he was puzzled, Zhou's father didn't stay in the same place. Instead, he went out in a hurry.

Seeing Song Ci, Zhou's father's expression has been suppressed, and the rest is smiling.

"The third prince," Zhou's father cried with a smile.

Song Ci jumped down from the carriage, nodded slightly, and asked, "I don't know if Zhou Ruoyan is here?"

His voice was condensed, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

Looking at his expression, Zhou's father couldn't help but squint, and his heart quickly crossed a flurry.

After biting his teeth, Zhou's father lowered his uneasiness and said in a low voice, "I'll ask someone to call her. The third prince might as well sit in this pavilion first."

Song Ci wanted to learn what he didn't want, but he was still pressed down by his only reason.

Song Ci slightly nodded and walked towards Zhou Fu's finger without expression.

Zhou's father fell behind him. He couldn't help but squint. After a pause, he went forward.