The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Fang Aiyan heard this and sat up straight, asking her mother across from her: "Mom, what happened?"

"Sister Yan, your aunt has changed. If you want to stay alive, you must be careful of her. And that Wang Linglong, don't mess with her recently."

Fang Qing didn't say much. Her daughter was too impulsive and she was afraid that if she knew too much, it would harm her.

But what she didn't expect was that tonight's reminder had already harmed her.

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In the space, in the blood-colored lotus pond, countless water columns as thick as water snakes were swimming around the delicate white skin.

Time passed minute by minute. Outside, ten meters away from the courtyard, in the darkness of the night, two furtive figures were slowly approaching Linglong's house.

Linglong, who was practicing, opened her eyes suddenly. A flash of bloodthirstiness flashed in her eyes. She grabbed the long gown by the pool, put it on, and flashed out of the space.

At this moment, the two figures have already climbed over the fence of Linglong's courtyard.

Linglong in the dark watched this scene calmly.

"Sister Yan, do you think Wang Linglong has made a fortune in the capital city?"

Fang Aiyan was frightened by the sound of someone next to her. She kicked to the side and then warned in a low voice: "Song Yang, I'm warning you, if we are discovered, I will kill you first."

Although she had no memory of Wang Linglong who was bedridden before, she always felt that Wang Linglong should not be like this now.

Wang Linglong was leaning against a wooden stake in the dark. Her originally calm face suddenly turned into reality with murderous intent in her eyes when she saw that the two men's target was actually An An's room.

"Song Yang, let's tie up that little bitch Rong Zian first."

Fang Aiyan, who had already touched the bottom of Rong Zian's room, did not hear Song Yang's reply. He turned his head in confusion and saw a scene that horrified him.

The person who surprised her was standing silently behind her, and she was pinching Song Yang in her hand.

Just when she wanted to shout, Wang Linglong moved. She opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out because her neck was pinched by a cold hand.

The seemingly weak hands lifted up two tall and big women with ease.

The two frightened people wanted to break free from Wang Linglong's grip, but when they moved, they were horrified to find that not only could they not move, they couldn't make any sound either.

The suffocating feeling of death came over them, and just as their lower bodies began to feel cold, a cold and thin voice rang out: "If you two dare to pee, I will drown you in the toilet."

This simple sentence let the two people know that what Wang Linglong said was not false.

Seeing the two of them clamping their legs together, Linglong asked calmly, "Come here, what do you want to do?"

The two who didn't dare to play tricks found that they could speak. The fearful Song Yang took the lead and said, "Sister Ling, no, Miss Wang, I came here to take revenge on you and steal the things you bought."

Linglong said nothing.

Fang Aiyan gnashed her teeth in hatred when she saw Song Yang stopped talking. She said with a strong desire to survive, "I tied up that slave, no, it was Rong Zian, to confirm whether you are Wang Linglong or not."

Linglong's indifferent expression changed. She didn't care about what Fang Aiyan said. She tilted her head and asked, "Why does your Fang family want to deal with Zi'an?"

This is what is important, she doesn't want to know the rest.

Fang Aiyan blinked in confusion. Did her aunt deal with Zi'an?

"Aunt is just lustful, she is not targeting me, oh no, Rong Zian."

After hearing this, Linglong no longer needed to torture him, as this man had no idea what Fang Tianzhi was going to do.

Since there's nothing to be asked, there's no point in staying.

There were two crackling sounds, and the sound of broken bones seemed abrupt and strange in the silent night.

The two of them just stared at each other with horrified eyes and died.

Linglong carried the two people without changing her expression, used her lightness skills, and jumped up the mountain, while at the same time contacting Youxue to protect Zi'an.

When they reached the mountain, Linglong released her mental power, which was like a drop of oil dropped into a bowl of water, which spread out in an instant.

The entire mountain, every breeze, every blade of grass, every insect, all appeared in Linglong's mind, locking onto the wolves' location and flying towards them.

Standing on a big tree near the wolf pack, he loosened his hands, and countless internal energy passed through the bodies of the two men, and a strong smell of blood spread.

The wolves that were resting under the tree immediately became alert.

bang bang...

The sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground was heard.

Linglong stood on a tree branch, looking down indifferently at the scene of wolves sharing the corpse below.

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In the early morning, a ray of warm sunshine quietly dispels the dampness of the morning light.

A strong smell of food woke up the little bulge in the bed.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and he opened his hazy eyes. When he saw the furnishings in front of him clearly, he woke up in an instant with a start. He sat up with a bang, and looked at his clothes in panic with a hint of joy.

The result disappointed him. Apart from his clothes being a little messy, he did not feel any discomfort.

Thinking of breakfast, Zi'an tilted his head to look towards the window frame. The sunlight had completely illuminated the window paper. He retracted his drifting thoughts, stood up, tidied his clothes, folded his quilt, and walked quickly to the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I was amazed by the scene in front of me.

The woman's long hair was untied and fell obediently behind her. The owner of the hair was sitting in the yard, sipping tea at a table and chair that had appeared out of nowhere.

"An An, are you awake?"

A cold voice sounded with a hint of gentle inquiry.

Zi'an came back to his senses, his almond-shaped eyes curved, and he raised his foot and ran towards Linglong.

"Sister, why did you wake up so early?"

He held the woman's slightly cool slender hand and asked.

Linglong pulled the boy onto her lap, looked at the red marks on his smooth face, and frowned slightly.

The idea of ​​building a house in my heart became stronger.

Her fingertips stroked the red marks left by the wooden pillow and she said softly, "I'm used to it. An An, wash up and have breakfast."

Hearing this, Zi'an leaned on Linglong's shoulder and said coquettishly: "Sister, can you agree to one small request of Zi'an?"

Linglong put down the teacup, lowered her eyes and looked at the boy whose eyebrows and eyes became more and more delicate, "You say."

Two simple words, with extra patience.

Zi'an nervously grasped the exquisite black clothes with his slender fingertips, and there was a hint of hope in his words.

"Sister, can you leave all your meals to me from now on?"

Linglong had done everything, and he felt more and more useless.

"it is good."

The word "affirmation" stunned Zi'an, who was racking his brains to think about what he should say to make Linglong agree to cook for him if she refused.

Looking at the dazed look of the young man, her delicate eyebrows moved and a smile flashed quickly in her eyes.

"Don't you want to?"

Hearing this, Zi'an was startled and quickly jumped out of Linglong's arms.

"Sister, I do. I'll go wash up."

The young man's cheerful back made Linglong's lips twitch slightly.

"Master, I'm back."