Just because she looks weak doesn't mean she's easy to bully.

Mo Ling came out after receiving the message, so she naturally didn't notice that someone was following her, but the person she wanted to meet noticed it.

In that place, they built a very secret tunnel that could not be easily discovered by others. The man's men brought Mo Ling through the secret tunnel.

It was a dark room in the basement, lit only by a few torches. The whole room seemed dark and damp. The humid environment made the already cold weather even colder, freezing the bones.

There stood in the room a man in black clothes and a red ghost mask.

When Mo Ling saw the man, her eyes turned red. She wanted to rush over and hug him, but the man kicked her away.

The force was so strong that Mo Ling vomited blood with a "wow" sound.

When the pain came, Mo Ling covered her chest and burst into tears.

"An, Brother An, what are you doing, what are you doing, kicking Ling'er, it hurts!"

The man snorted coldly.

"Of course it's because Ling'er lied to me!"

Mo Ling shuddered after hearing this.

"No, no, I didn't lie to you!"

The man walked to Mo Ling's side, squatted down, and lifted Mo Ling's chin with his hand.

"Oh~? Really? But who is the maid in the Shen Mansion now? Isn't it you? Miss Shen?"

Mo Ling took a deep breath and was trembling slightly. She couldn't see the man's expression behind the mask, but she could guess that it must be bad because she saw murderous intent in the man's eyes.

"Brother An?"

Mo Ling called him tentatively.

"Well, I'm listening to you..."

The man's voice was quite gentle. He stretched out his other hand and stroked Mo Ling's lips, rubbing them back and forth.

Mo Ling approached the man and gently kissed his mask. The man let Mo Ling kiss him. Mo Ling used her trembling hands to gently peel off the man's coat. The man did not say anything to stop her and let Mo Ling take off his clothes.

After his shirt was completely removed, she stroked Mo Ling's face.

"Be good~ Take off your clothes, put them on the ground, and lie down~"

Mo Ling trembled as she began to take off her clothes, put them on the ground, and lay down obediently.

The room was very cold, so she didn't dare curl up. She just tried to open her body as much as possible to make the man more comfortable.

……

It was unknown how long it had been before the man put on his clothes and turned his back to Mo Ling.

"Put on your clothes, and let's continue talking about how you lied to me."

Mo Ling thought the matter was over, but...

She bit her lip, not daring to dawdle, and quickly put on her clothes and knelt down.

"Why did you kneel down?"

The man turned around and saw Mo Ling kneeling there. He just stood there and said this sentence. He had no intention of pulling Mo Ling up.

"Brother An, I, I really didn't lie to you, really, that woman, she colluded with the county magistrate, this time, didn't those adults get killed?"

Mo Ling was talking about those people who were specially arranged to target Ning Nanfeng. Some of those people had some grudges with the Marquis' Mansion, some were Ning Nanfeng's classmates who resented him for being too outstanding, and some were bribed by them.

"Humph... I just didn't expect Ning Nanfeng to be able to find the key to breaking the impasse. I thought he would have lost the strength to struggle a long time ago. I didn't expect that!"

"Besides, I have been growing up in Xianyun Villa. I... you know, the daughter of the Shen family was sent to Xianyun Villa, and I have been raised there. That person has never been here. She suddenly appeared. She told the county magistrate and the people in the court that I was a fake. What evidence can I have to prove it? Will people believe me? Brother An, I, I have known you for a long time..."

Mo Ling was crying with tears in her eyes. The man squatted in front of her and wiped away her tears.

"Tsk...really, why are you crying? Your brother is feeling bad because of your crying. Close your eyes!"

The man ordered. Mo Ling did not dare to resist and immediately closed her eyes.

The man lifted the mask a little, revealing his lips. He hugged Mo Ling's waist, lifted her up, and then kissed Mo Ling's lips hard.

Mo Ling closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them, and was forced to endure the man's kiss.

After a long time, the man let him go, and only let Mo Ling open his eyes after the man put on the mask.

The man touched Mo Ling's head.

"Don't be afraid, my brother is here! I will trust you for now."

Mo Ling opened her eyes wide and looked at the man with tears in her eyes.

The man immediately covered Mo Ling's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm thinking about it again. Can you handle it?"

Mo Ling quickly closed her eyes and the man chuckled.

"Ling'er, I was also entrusted to take care of you, and you have been wronged. Tell me, you have been by my side for such a long time, and I can help you realize your wish!"

Mo Ling bit her lip. Of course she hoped to marry Zhao Cheng, but she couldn't say it directly.

"I like Brother An, I want to marry Brother An!"

Mo Ling said in a low voice.

The man snorted when he heard Mo Ling's words.

"That won't do, Ling'er. You know that my brother can only make you feel happy, and nothing else can he give you!"

Hearing this, Mo Ling felt like vomiting.

"Is it really impossible? Ling'er is yours after all!"

The man shook his head.

"Ling'er, one should not be too greedy. Besides, your first time was not given to me but to that Prime Minister, remember?"

Mo Ling lowered her eyes, a hint of joy flashing across her eyes.

"Since my brother can't marry me, then I hope to marry Zhao Cheng!"

This was Mo Ling's real wish. The man smiled. Mo Ling didn't dare to look at him, as she felt that his eyes could see through people's hearts.

"Okay, I'll think of a way. However, Ling'er, you know that you are of low status. Zhao Cheng is the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion after all. You are not worthy of him..."

When the man said this, he looked at Mo Ling's expression. Mo Ling kept her head down. The man was silent for a long time before he continued speaking.

"But since you said so, I can think of a way to make you a concubine."

Mo Ling nodded.

"Thank you brother!"

The man was very satisfied with Mo Ling's attitude.

"Well...be good, remember what you have to do in the Shen Mansion!"

Mo Ling nodded, and at this time, several men in black took Mo Ling away.

As soon as Mo Ling left, the man wearing the ghost mask took off the mask and threw it aside.

"Huh... I'm suffocating!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was kicked against the wall with great force, then slid down the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just as the man was about to start cursing, the man in front of him made him shudder unconsciously.

The man was wearing the same red devil mask as the one he had just worn...

"master…"

The man immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"You still know that I am the master? I thought that since you became one of my clones, you thought you were the master, No. 10, Yu Da, or should I call you by your favorite title, Master Yi's disciple?"

The man knocked his head on the ground, his body shaking slightly.

"Master, Master, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

He had no choice. He had taken a lot of strange medicine when he was refining medicine before, which led to his current condition. His cravings were huge and he couldn't control them. What's more, he was very picky about food. He didn't like ordinary women and was unwilling to compromise.

There are many women around the boss, and they are all of good quality, if not the best.

He was just taking a risk. Anyway, these women wouldn't say anything and his master wouldn't find out.

"Humph! I was saying that the woman around me has become very bold recently and even dares to lean on me. It's disgusting to death. So, this is how it is!"

The man who was speaking had a nice voice, and his words sounded gentle, but the man kneeling on the ground was shaking even more violently.

"I understand, Master. I'll be there right away."

He did not say the word "punishment". It's not that he didn't want to say it, but that he couldn't say it. Because in the view of his master, this was not punishment. If "punishment" had a hint of punishment, it would be bad and naturally inappropriate. This is a good thing that allows people to correct their mistakes. How can it be called punishment?