The character design collapsed! The general's sick beauty is a killer

Chapter 43 There is a devil

Baozhen was moved by his words.

Looking at the young lady's face as pale as paper, he bit his lip and finally made up his mind and said: "Dead. The real third lady of the Tang family died two years ago, in the hands of the young lady."

Gao Feiwei was startled, and his mind instantly thought of the imposter plot in the playbook, and he was so shocked that he burst into tears. If Miss Tang San really killed someone else's daughter for the wealth of Earl Xianchang's Mansion, and then took her place to enjoy the glory and wealth that was not hers,

He must advise the general to stay away from her. Such a woman is too scary.

Jian Chijin gently stroked her long, disheveled hair, feeling calm in his heart. He knew that things would not be that simple.

The girl sleeping peacefully on his lap, seeing that he was in a bad mood, wanted to go back with him to twist off Yu Jiuchuan's head, how could she be someone who covets wealth?

"The person who asked the young lady to go to the Earl of Xianchang's Mansion to take her place is the real Miss Tang San."

Although Gao Feiwei was puzzled, he was relieved.

Baozhen added, "She and the lady are good friends."

"Two years ago, she sneaked out of the underground palace and saw that her mother was dead. Xian Changbo had married a new bride, and this bride was the one who abducted her. She was so sad that she was taken back to Yongye Pavilion.

Unable to recover."

Baozhen sighed. The woman who was as bright as the sun illuminated the entire underground palace and spread hope of survival to countless children, but in the end, she died in despair.

"Although Yongye Pavilion did not kill her, it had no intention of letting her go. She knew that she would never be able to avenge her mother."

"In a duel in the ring, she and the young lady were in a group. According to the past private agreement, they would fight to a draw and no one would be injured. But that time, she threw herself on the young lady's sword with the intention of dying."

"She made the young lady owe her a life, made the young lady feel ashamed of her, and made the young lady fulfill her last wish."

Baozhen felt lonely. Because of this incident, the young lady was hated by Lord Yanmen for many years and was scolded by many killers she knew as cold-blooded and despicable. However, the young lady clearly felt guilty and guilty herself.

"Why did the master of Yongye Pavilion hurt her?" Jian Chijin asked.

"The Pavilion Master doesn't like Miss." Baozhen thought for a moment. Considering the way the Pavilion Master treats Miss, it can't be said that he doesn't like Miss. She corrected: "He hates Miss."

Thinking of the old man looking at her with eyes that were as wet and sticky as a poisonous snake, Baozhen shuddered. At that time, the young lady was protecting her behind her, which must have annoyed the pavilion master, and the hallucinogenic drug must have been administered at that time.

So it was she who was holding the lady back again.

Baozhen lowered her head in self-blame, "Miss, it was because she protected me that she fell into the hall master's hallucinatory drug."

Her voice trembled, she buried her face on her knees, and shrugged her shoulders, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't followed the young lady, the young lady wouldn't have become like this."

Jian Chijin didn't want to hear her confession now, so she frowned and looked at Gao Feiwei.

Gao Feiwei grimaced.

His general also went too far. The little girl was so sad that he didn't even know how to be considerate and forced her to tell her.

I'm afraid that in his eyes, Miss Tang's third daughter is the only one left now.

If the third young lady of the Tang family knew that he was bullying her little maid like this, it would be up to her if she would still want to talk to him.

Jian Chijin looked at Gao Feiwei, who had not yet taken action, and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Gao Feiwei was in agony. He didn't dare to disobey the general's order, and he couldn't bear to dig into the little girl's wounds any more. He looked at the few black spots flying in the sky and the weeds half eaten by insects on the ground, but he just didn't put his eyes on Jian Chijin.

On the body.

Fortunately, Baozhen didn't make it difficult for him for too long. He took a deep breath and continued with choked sobs: "The master of the pavilion practices the evil skill of harvesting yin and replenishing yang, but he does not allow those women to give birth to his children. The young lady's mother

She wanted to become the wife of the Pavilion Master, thinking that giving birth to a child would fulfill her wishful thinking, so she secretly gave birth to the young lady. When the Pavilion Master found out, he hanged her and sent the young lady to the dungeon to train with the abducted children."

"Later on, more and more women started to have wild dreams and competed to become the wife of the Pavilion Master. From time to time, someone would give birth to the Pavilion Master's children. Every time, the Pavilion Master would get furious and strangle the children to death. Before he could relieve his anger, he would go to the underground palace.

The young lady in there was whipped with a whip, and she received as many beatings as he strangled the children to death."

The first time she saw the young lady, she was only seven or eight years old. She was huddled in the corner of a dark room, a small ball, covered in blood, as if she had been fished out of bloody water.

The master sprinkled the medicine powder on her bone-deep whip marks. She didn't cry or scream, she gritted her teeth and endured it silently.

Others don't know how painful the medicinal powder is, but Baozhen herself knows it. She is often injured. Every time the master sprinkles the medicinal powder on her wounds, she feels so painful that she wants to kill the master too.

At that time, she was young, ignorant and cynical and admired someone for the first time.

Later, she could see the young lady every one or two months, but every time she was covered in blood and miserable. The master silently gave her medicine, and she silently endured the pain. Neither of them spoke.

But she, who was only six years old, clenched her teeth and watched, as if the medicine was on her body.

She asked the master why he gave her such expensive medicinal powder. Although the medicine was painful, it would heal the wound quickly in a short time without leaving scars. The master could only refine one bottle every month.

Master said: For you.

The six-year-old child at the time didn't understand.

She asked again, why does this man always get so seriously injured?

He was hurt more than she was.

The Master looked at her with a look that she could never understand in her life: because there was a demon.

(End of chapter)