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Wen Shang chuckled dryly, a trace of coldness flashing through his peach blossom eyes.

However, he was indeed a scheming person. His ability to endure was not ordinary.

Even though Ling Yun had said this, he was not angered to the point of fainting. Smiling, he said, "Then this one will accept Your Highness' good intentions."

Lowering his head slightly, the hair on his forehead drooped down, leaving a blurry shadow before his eyes.

Beneath the cover of the window, his fists were clenched tightly, and his veins were exposed.

He couldn't help but remind himself that this wasn't the time yet. Everything wasn't ready yet.

It would only take half a year.

He, Ling Yun, would be a prisoner under his orders. His life and death was in the palm of his hand, and he would decide whether he lived or died.

Ling Yun laughed gently, giving everyone a sense of awe, and waved his hand: "No need to thank me! I still have things to attend to, so I won't disturb the young duke's debauchery. "

Finishing his words, he spurred his horse and galloped towards the War King's manor.

Behind him, seeing Lingyun riding away, Wen Shang could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. He slammed his palm on the window, and it shattered.

As if sensing the rage in Wen Shang's heart, the two women in his embrace trembled slightly. Their eyes revealed a trace of fear. They wanted to leave, but didn't dare.

"Little Marquis Lord, what does he, Ling Yun, count for? He's just a trash that cannot cultivate, and only relying on his status as a Royal can he be so proud."

And the young duke your heaven warping genius, your identity is also extraordinary, it's not worth getting angry over him! " A woman laid prone on Wen Shang's body, letting out a breath as sweet as orchids as she spoke.

At the same time, he grabbed Wen Shang's hand and threw it towards her, a look of infatuation in his eyes.

The other woman did not want to be outdone, so she also grabbed Wen Shang's other hand and pressed her red lips against Wen Shang's face. "That's right, Young Marquis. How could a trash like him be worthy of your anger? Let us sisters calm down for you!"

They called him a piece of trash without regard for Ling Yun and did not treat him with respect just because he was the son. This was because they were considered to be people of the Wen Yuan Marquis Estate, and the Wen Yuan Marquis Estate was not afraid of the Ling Xiao Imperial Family.

Furthermore, what Ling Yun had just said had filled their hearts with hatred.

"Scram!" At this time, Wen Shang's anger was at its peak, and he recalled what Lingyun said just now, especially the words that he liked other people to use.

With a wave of his hand, a dense spiritual energy suddenly exploded. The two girls had never cultivated before, so how could a mortal be able to withstand it?

"Wah!" She spat out a mouthful of blood as her half-naked body flew out and crashed into the wall. The entire Spring Breeze House shook for a moment.

A pair of naked men and women, who were "busy" on the bed next door, trembled and stopped moving.

Then, the man's little brother was scared out of his wits and curled up in a ball. He didn't have any energy, so he might not be able to use it anymore.

As soon as they entered the room, they started to 'busy'. Their bodies coiled around each other and continuously trembled, but they didn't notice that there were strange spirit markings inscribed below them. As they trembled, the spirit markings emitted a faint glow.

Not just in this room, but in the others as well.

The two women slid down the wall, their faces a bloody mess, their breaths drifting.

Soon after, his head tilted to the side and he did not move. The light in his eyes disappeared, and the two fresh lives disappeared just like that. Wen Shang really 'calmed down', but the price they had to pay was truly too great.

"Humph!" Wen Shang's chest heaved, his face was ashen, and he stood up to straighten his messy clothes. He slammed his fist on the table, causing it to shatter with a 'kacha' sound.

He lowered his head to look at the two lifeless women on the ground. There was already a pool of blood there, and it was still boiling hot and steaming.

The stench of blood filled the room, making everyone nauseous.

Wen Shang's eyes revealed a trace of disgust.

His hand seals flew in the air, creating a series of afterimages that formed a strange seal.

In the next moment, a strange scene occurred.

The blood from the heads of the two women turned into a line of blood and flew towards Wen Shang. The blood from the heads of the two women turned into a line of blood and flew towards Wen Shang.

Wen Shang licked his lips, which still had traces of blood on them. He narrowed his eyes to reflect on the aftertaste as a strange trace of blood flashed across his eyes.

It gave people a demonic feeling.

After a while, Wen Shang opened his eyes and shook his head discontentedly. He sighed, "The blood is impure, there is less essence, and the power contained within is too weak. There is no comparison with warriors."

Pushing open the door, he instructed the guards to clean up the interior before he went downstairs. Wherever he went, the guests would give way without exception.

After scanning his surroundings, Wen Shang walked to the back of the counter, gently pushed open the door, went in, and closed the door.

Inside, it looked like a woman's room, with a pink curtain and a dressing mirror.

It was done in a very unique manner, and the fragrance of the woman's body lingered at the tip of his nose.

In front of the dressing mirror, it could be seen from the back of her body that it was a girl. She was sitting on a chair with her black hair loose.

The girl gently combed her hair. Through the mirror in front of her, she could clearly see who it was. She softly sighed and said, "You've come?"

Listening to that sound was like the tinkling of spring water, clear and melodious. It was able to build up a person's vexed state of mind.

However, when he looked at the young girl's expression, he couldn't help but feel a bit resentful.

Wen Shang slowly walked behind the young girl. He extended his hand and gently embraced her small waist. Smelling the delicate fragrance exuding from her hair, he released the rage he had just been feeling.

As long as he saw this girl, and with her by his side, his heart would feel an unprecedented sense of serenity.

"Yan'er," Wen Shang softly said, his eyes revealing his sincere feelings without the slightest trace of falsehood.

"En!" The young girl gently bit her red lips as she softly replied. She did not resist and let Wen Shang hug her. Her fair, jade-like hands gently held Wen Shang's hand, her beautiful eyes slightly closed.

Yin Yan sighed inside her heart as she mocked herself. In the end, she had still let go of those matters and did not mind what he did. She even helped him and was willing to be his accomplice.

She knew all he had done, all his secrets, and he had told her nothing.

At first she had some grudges in her heart, but in the end she accepted them.

As long as he had her in his heart, why should she care about that?

For the people she loved, she was willing to give up everything.

Wen Shang sighed in his heart. All these years, although he was still young, it could be said that he had done many heinous and inhumane things.

He had thought that he had lost his emotions, that he had lost his humanity, that there was only the flame of vengeance burning in his heart.

It was only when he met her that year that he realized that he still had feelings for her. He was still a loyal person.

Therefore, the reason why he saved her was not because he had any plans for her. He had always meticulously protected her and was extremely concerned about her, so he hadn't even touched her.