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The man's slender fingers covered her face, pinching Qin Panpan's lower jaw, making her look at him.

"I'll remember ?"

Qin Panpan's tears fell down in clusters. Hearing the man's asura like threat, she couldn't help but nod her head, hoping that the man's strength would be lighter.

Qing Muhan released her hand, sneered, and patted the woman's cheek: "Good girl, go back and sleep by yourself."

With that, he turned and left.

Qin Panpan gasped for breath in big gulps as he kneeled on the ground in a sorry state, covering his wrist that was in an abnormal position. As he watched Qing Muhan walk towards Ji Wanxi's room, he could no longer hide the viciousness in his eyes.

That night, Ji Wanxi's room was lit for the entire night.

Until the mournful cry of a woman for mercy came from the room.

Ji Wanxi held onto the wound on her shoulder, her lips were already chomping down from the pain, suddenly, she laughed in a low voice.

"What are you laughing for!"

Qing Muhan grabbed her lower jaw and forced her to face him.

Ji Wanxi's soft laughter gradually turned into loud laughter. As she laughed, her tears flowed, and her voice became hoarse: "What are you laughing for, laughing at you! It's pathetic to laugh at you! "

Qing Muhan suddenly grabbed Ji Wanxi's neck, like an enraged wild beast, "Say it again, Ji Wanxi, you don't want to live anymore!"

"Cough, cough ~ ~ ~"

The man made his move, causing Ji Wanxi's face to redden, veins on his forehead popped out as he stared straight at Qing Muhan.

She slowly opened her mouth and enunciated word by word, "You deserve to be abandoned by Ji Zimei and be blinded by your heart. You deserve it!"

"Slut!"

Qing Muhan slapped Ji Wanxi's face with an undisguised amount of force, causing her eyes to go black. Her right ear made a buzzing sound, and her brain boomed.

When he woke up again.

She discovered that her right ear could no longer hear anything.

After Qing Muhan's torture, he had not stepped foot in Ji Wanxi's courtyard again for half a month. Every two days, Phlogistic Hexuan would come here and look at her ears.

On this day, as usual, someone brought over a meal, but it was not the girl from before.

Ji Wanxi did not think too much about it.

At night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It was so hot ?

Ji Wanxi gasped for breath, her charming eyes were like silk, feeling that all the blood in her body was boiling, in a daze, it was as though a person had entered the room.

"Wanxi, Wanxi?" Someone was calling her.

The lamp in the room lit up, Phlogistic Hexuan saw the messy scene on the bed and stopped.

His ears were red, and he quickly turned away.

As soon as he turned around, he felt an attack on the back of his head. A dull pain on the back of his neck caused him to sink into darkness.

The only thing left was the fragrance that lingered in the room. It was the faint light of a lamp that emitted a halo of light.

Qing Muhan was woken up by a servant in the middle of the night.

"All of you, scram!"

He chased away the servants who had come to watch the show and stood at the door of the house, his scarlet eyes terrifying and his body bone-chilling.

"Someone, come!"

Qing Muhan's face was like a Shura's as he pointed at the unconscious Ji Wanxi in the room, "Send this slut to the ancestral hall!"

"I beg Young Marshal to let Young Madem go." Ying Dong cried in a hoarse voice from the side, "Young Madem has always loved me ? "Ahhh!"

She was kicked hard and dragged to the ancestral hall together with Ji Wanxi.

"Qing Muhan, don't!"

Phlogistic Hexuan had already been woken up, he immediately stopped him: "Wanxi was drugged, we are innocent, the Ancestral Hall is cold, her body is not easy to bear."

"Wanxi? "You're calling me so cordially." Qing Muhan squinted at him, her gaze turning cold: "Don't let me do it, scram! I don't have a brother like you! "

"Mu Han, you can't send her to the ancestral hall. She's the one you met ?"

Before he finished speaking, Qing Muhan was already walking towards the ancestral hall.

"You will regret this, you will regret this ?"

Unfortunately, Qing Muhan could no longer hear his voice.

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