The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

A different smile than before.

This time, the smile comes from the heart, but it also carries endless temptation.

Rong Liyuan's whole body was filled with hidden meanings, and he stared at her with his deep eyes, "Yingbao, are you afraid of me like this?"

He stood there in a black nightgown, with the scarred and dying Qi Yan behind him.

The other party's hair was messy, his clothes were torn, and countless blood stained his clothes.

The stark contrast between the two, Qi Yan's tragic situation reminds people of the extraordinary nature of Rong Ruyuan.

"Yingbao, are you afraid?" Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, he continued to ask.

The light in his eyes flickered for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

He suppressed his uneasiness and stared at her with gloomy eyebrows but an unchanging smile.

"Ahem...the devil...he is just a devil..."

The dying Qi Yan opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

He looked at the man in front of him, his body trembling with fear, trembling fear coming from the depths of his soul.

Rong Liyuan turned around and the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, "You are too noisy and disturb my treasure."

The murderous intent in his eyes was unconcealed, and there was an endless sense of oppression coming from all around.

Qi Yan was so scared that the pores all over his body were enlarging infinitely. He looked at Mu Changying and laughed softly.

He raised his head and looked at Rong Liyuan, with a crazy smile on his face and vicious curses spitting out of his mouth.

"You are a devil...you are destined to have a bad end in your life."

"Ah hahaha, you see, your father is dead, your eldest brother and sister-in-law are also dead... I guess it won't be long before you continue to kill your mother.

After witnessing your demonic side, your wife will completely leave you... You are destined to die alone and miserably..."

The shrill voice surrounded the dungeon and pierced Rong Liyuan's heart.

"you wanna die!"

There was a hint of scarlet in his eyes, the violence on his body poured out, and he pinched Qi Yan's neck with his big palm.

The veins on the back of his hand were bulging fiercely, and the force continued to increase.

"Cough cough cough..."

Qi Yan was breathing rapidly, his face was pale, and dense beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead.

He stared at the person in front of him unyieldingly, seemingly completely breaking through the defense in Rong Liyuan's heart.

"Tsk..." Mu Changying snorted lightly, with a smile as bright as a flower.

With tenderness and a cold glaze in her eyes, she pushed the door open slightly and walked in.

The steps are gentle and slow, and each step seems to be walking on the apex of one's heart.

She came to Qi Yan and gently put her white and delicate hands on Rong Liyuan's arm.

"Ayuan, I'm not afraid. No matter what you are like, you are my husband!"

Cruel and violent? She had seen his cruel and sinister appearance in her previous life, but so what?

All she knew was that even though this man named Rong Liyuan was ruthless in killing, he gave her his only tenderness without reservation.

"Yingbao..."

The temperature on the girl's little hand suddenly became extremely hot at this moment, and her heart was burned.

With her light words, he immediately abandoned his armor and was completely defeated.

Mu Changying held his hand and asked him to let go of Qi Yan's neck.

Rong Moyuan let go of his hand, and he was rescued, breathing heavily.

"Why do you think I will be afraid of my husband and abandon him ruthlessly? So what if he is violent and gloomy? What does your life have to do with me?"

Abandoning your husband for a malicious enemy? Is his face too big...

Mu Changying's smile faded, and her eyes were as dark as a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuation.