Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

Night falls.

The Prime Minister's Mansion welcomed a new guest today.

The sound of wind rustling through leaves.

Something fell into the tree, as light as a cat.

It fell to the ground in one or two clicks.

The door seemed to open quietly.

A flash of silver light flashed past.

The sharp knife was pointed in the direction of the bed.

Stab, the sound of the tip of the knife piercing the quilt.

The assassin's eyes flashed with surprise and he pulled up the quilt.

Sure enough, there's no one inside!

Instantly, the hairs on my hair stood up, my back felt cold, and I turned around quickly.

She saw the target of the assassination standing behind her.

"Did the people from Baihualou come to see me for something?"

Rong Yuan's tone was casual, but the assassin would not let down his guard because of this.

Instead, he became more cautious.

The first thing I learned from the building is to never take anyone lightly, otherwise the price is to lose your life.

Rong Yuan was dressed in obscene clothes and yawned lazily.

He looks harmless, but if anyone really thinks of him as harmless, it will be a disaster.

"If you don't tell me, then keep your mouth shut forever."

The tone was calm and the words he spoke were light, but the content inside was not light at all.

The last second Qing Luo closed her eyes, she was thinking that she had not completed the task given by her master, and worried that this person would bring trouble to her master.

Of course Rong Yuan didn't kill Qing Luo, he just made her faint.

It feels really unpleasant to be disturbed while sleeping, so just find someone.

Rong Yuan carried the sleeping Qing Luo with one hand and flew over the eaves and walls all the way to Baihua Tower.

Baihualou is still lively at night.

Rong Yuan sneaked all the way in with a cold expression on his face, looking out of place in a place like this.

Ignoring the sounds coming from the room, I went all the way to the madam's room.

After tying the person up, sit on a stool.

Just wait quietly.

About a quarter of an hour later, a man wearing black clothes and a silver mask appeared in front of Rong Yuan like a ghost.

The silver mask covered his entire face, with only the exposed skin around his neck showing his age.

Rong Yuan put down the tea cup in his hand.

But he stopped him midway.

Rong Yuan looked at the hand clamped by him and chuckled a few times.He raised his jade-like face, showing some innocent doubts, as if he was asking what's wrong?

From his angle, he could only see a pair of cold eyes, devoid of any emotions that humans should have.

Dead, cold, lifeless.

Rong Yuan felt a little distressed, as if his heart was squeezed tightly by someone.

Then he felt a slight force on his hand, and Rong Yuan didn't resist. He followed the force and put the remaining tea in the cup into his mouth.

After drinking the tea, Rong Yuan tentatively held the person in his arms.

Little by little, until you completely hold the person in your arms.

The man just looked at him with cold eyes and then let him go.

Maybe you feel there is no threat at all, or maybe you don’t care at all.

"You've been poisoned by me." Perhaps because Rong Yuan didn't ask a question, he finally took the initiative to say the first sentence.

The voice was cold and hoarse, cold to the bone.

The surrounding environment seemed to suddenly become cold.

"Then why did you send someone to kill me?" Rong Yuan also asked the first sentence.

Perhaps because he felt it was a bit dramatic, Rong Yuan couldn't help but laugh, and his eyebrows lit up instantly.

Like a painting.

The whole room sparkled.

All living beings cannot resist such a god.

Rong Yuan didn't care about all things and sentient beings, he just felt that the people in his arms looked at him a few more times.

"You smiled at me and my heart beat so hard."

Rong Yuan heard Xin say this.

"What's the reason?" Rong Yuan smiled and leaned his head on Xin's shoulder, looking sideways at his lovely lover.

"I only do this when I'm in danger." Xin answered seriously as if she didn't understand what the person said.

"So you poisoned me and I'm not in danger now?"

Rong Yuan looked at his lover and nodded seriously in agreement.

"You are now poisoned by me. Without my antidote, you will die soon."

There was no ups and downs in Xin's tone when she said this, and there was no trace of pity.

Rong Yuan knocked his head on Xin's neck and breathed on Xin's neck.

"Then what do you want me to do?" The cold and magnetic voice contained a smile.

A slight itching sensation made Xin twist his neck uncomfortably.

His eyes like black glass looked at the man in front of him with peach blossom eyes full of frivolous smile.

"Stay with me for a while." The cold and hoarse voice completely covered up Xin's inner thoughts.

What he didn't say was that he actually felt a little dazed after giving the order, as if he had lost something important.

But after all, he was too sensitive and vigilant about the danger that prevented him from withdrawing the order.

After seeing this person appear in Baihua Tower again, a hint of joy flashed in his heart.

Couldn't help but show up.

When he saw this man bowing his head and drinking water from the teacup obediently, his heart was filled with a huge sense of satisfaction.

A hint of undetectable joy appeared in those cold eyes, so faint that it disappeared quickly.

But what puzzled him was that although this man no longer posed a threat to him, why was his heart beating faster?

It seemed like something more terrible was about to happen.

For example, if it is turned upside down, life and death are in the hands of this person?

Xin felt that he would not leave his life and death in the hands of others like this.

He ignored the warning from his subconscious mind.

There were many children like Xin who escaped from the fighting in the building, but he was the only one among his group of children who survived.

It's ridiculous. In fact, the people who trained at that time wanted to retain a group of the most elite people.

But in the end only one was left.

Xin vaguely remembered that the people who were training that day looked at him in horror, and his eyes turned red.

He picked up the knife and dropped it, all blood red.

Later, the position of the original poster was obtained through murder.

His talent is astonishing. In just a few years, he has mastered martial arts that no one else can catch up with in his lifetime. He knows how to hide his clumsiness.

After killing the previous poster, he ascended to the post of the poster of Jingsha Tower.

He didn't think there was anything unusual about this way of fighting.

He doesn't feel that betrayal is something he should be angry about. This is how he got his position as the poster.

Of course I don't think there's anything wrong with others doing this, not to mention he's a cold-blooded guy.

It was true that no one wanted to ask him for help during that big fight, but he only remembered that the knife fell on them very smoothly.

He just felt that they were really useless and couldn't kill him when he was injured, so don't blame him for taking their lives after he recovered.

Escaping from the memory full of darkness and blood, Xin looked at the person in front of her and felt that he was more suitable for this name than herself.

The word "Xin" means bright and beautiful, rebirth at dawn, symbolizing brightness and hope. It is a shameful name that sounds beautiful just by hearing it.

It's not suitable for a person like him who lives in darkness and is dyed extremely black.

But when it came to naming himself, he inexplicably liked this word.

It was as if someone had taken it for him and wanted him to grow into such a person.