Male God, a Little Su

"So you should live better! Otherwise, everything she did would be meaningless!"

At that time, Song Guanzhi was really motivated to kill, and really wanted Hong Fei's life.

If it wasn't for Su Rou's prompt intercession and threatening her own life, Hong Fei might have been a corpse long ago.

The reason why she did this was to let Song Guanzhi see her determination. If the red crimson is moved, she will not be alive.

This was a dead end, it was Su Yan who forcibly tore a hole in the middle.

It's just that the process is too bloody and the ending is too tragic.

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Song Chaojiu slept for a long time, and the servants did not dare to disturb him.

When he woke up, his head was dizzy.

I don't know why, but there is always a feeling of panic in my heart, but after thinking about it carefully, I have no clue.

"Well……"

He sat up holding his head, and the fragmentary fragments of last night gradually came back to his mind, his eyelids twitched, and he quickly swept towards the bed.

A mess with many suspicious marks on it.

The key is--

On the sheets, he saw little bloodstains.

Last night, he and Rouge?

"Aro?"

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and deep, and he got out of the bed with bare feet and opened the curtain and walked out.

"Aro?"

Knowing that she might have left, Song Chaojiu still held a glimmer of expectation.

Unfortunately, the surprise did not come.

He spit out a turbid breath and said solemnly: "Come on!"

"Your Highness."

The servant hurried in, "What's your Highness' order?"

"What about her?"

It was self-evident who he was asking. Although these servants didn't see the person's appearance, they also knew that it was a girl who had a spring breeze with His Royal Highness last night.

Then it disappeared.

"This... the servants don't know either, because His Highness did not instruct them, and the servants did not dare to come in to disturb them. Please punish your Highness!"

After all, they are only servants. If they break in and ruin His Highness' good deeds, will they still survive?

"A bunch of trash!"

Song Chaojiu's temple jumped, he lifted his foot and kicked the servant who was kneeling on the ground, and turned back.

I don't know if she will be angry or not, how it started last night, his memory is already very vague. But he also remembered that he was the one who moved in first at the beginning.

Seeing her drunk, it's really hard to control.

This time, he really took the charge of being an apprentice.

Song Chaojiu smiled bitterly, "Will you still come?"

He walked over to the bed, and out of the corner of his eye swept to something, suddenly stopped, and reached out to pick it up.

It was a purse embroidered with Epiphyllum, the same material as her usual clothes.

It looks brand new with spices in it.

It was her unique smell, with a faint medicinal smell.

Song Chao put it under his nose for a long time and took a deep sniff, a wry smile spread across his eyes.

It would be nice if the safety buckle was the one that fell. She attached so much importance to it and would definitely come back to find it.

He put away his purse and looked deeply at the bloodstains on the sheets.

After a long time, he raised his voice and ordered, "Come in, come in and clean up."

He made the belt neatly and tied the purse to his waist.

Such a feminine purse did not match his purple robe at all, but he cherished it very much.

Just then, there was a loud noise outside.

With the woman's crisp voice, "You guys are so bold, how dare you stop me! Get out of the way, I want to see His Royal Highness the Second Prince!"

Song Chaojiu was playing with his purse, when he heard the words, his brows were wrinkled, and his eyes became cold.

"Who's making a noise outside?"

Hearing the words, the servant replied tremblingly, "Your Highness, it's Miss Wang."

Stepping on the spot again is successful, exciting!