European Emperor [Cultivation]

Qi Qi Ai Ai's voice spread far away...

The figure in white clothes was waving a folding fan and humming a ditty on the corridor, pulled a servant over and said, "Where is Madam, did you see anyone?"

"Master," the servant stopped, with genuine curiosity on his face, "Why did you ask about Madam's whereabouts?"

"Why, can't you ask?" Wang Ting quickly closed the folding fan and knocked on him, "That's my wife, master, if I want to ask, I can ask."

"Yes, yes, what you said is true," the servant hurriedly said, "Someone saw Madam go to the quiet room just now, it seems that she went to see that immortal."

"Going there," Wang Ting's expression was a little moved, and he snorted, "She is very attentive, she is a fairy, she is just a half-dead."

He said this, and wanted to go to the quiet room, but he took two steps, clicked his tongue twice, turned his head and turned two steps, and went back and forth several times under the suspicious eyes of the servants, and finally he looked impatient , waving the folding fan and walking towards the quiet room.

The servant knew what he was going for, and hurriedly followed him: "Master, are you really going to find Madam?"

"It's not impossible, the flowers in a radius of tens of miles have all been wiped out recently," Wang Ting shook his fan and sighed, "At any rate, she can barely take a look at it."

"It's true, that fairy has ruined all the girls in our Lingxian Town, no wonder they want to run away," the servant hurriedly followed, rushing to show his courtesy.

The two of them wandered all the way, the quiet room was quiet, there shouldn't be any noise, but when they got close, they heard the faint sobbing of a woman, calling for help, in such a quiet place, it was more and more irritating. Feel pity.

"I'll enjoy it in broad daylight." Wang Ting patted his palms with a fan, listened carefully, and felt that the voice was a bit familiar, but felt a little bit more interesting, "It's just crying like this , that guy is too ignorant of pity and sympathy."

"What the master said is true," the servant hurriedly said courteously.

The pulling voice inside seemed to be getting louder, the woman seemed to be struggling and shouting fiercely, Wang Ting slapped his folding fan, and walked over with a twitch of the corner of his mouth: "It might be inconvenient for him to be half paralyzed, sir, I will help help."

The servant followed subconsciously, but was directly tapped on the head by the fan and said: "You don't have to follow, just watch and don't let anyone come."

"Oh, yes, master," the servant smiled knowingly, turned around and backed away.

Wang Ting pinned the folding fan to his waist, Shi Shiran pushed open the door, and before he could see the inside, he said: "Yo, I'm busy, don't call me if there is something good..."

But he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because the woman who was strangled by the neck and dragging her clothes lowered her head and couldn't tell who it was, but the sudden raising of her head made him recognize the person.

Mrs. Wang was originally full of despair. If it was normal, she would have lost her body a few times. Thanks to Wu De who couldn't move, although she couldn't break free, she didn't suffer too much. Now she saw Wang Ting , as if seeing the savior in his life, he stretched out his hand: "Help me, save me..."

Her hair was disheveled and wet with sweat. Wang Ting had never seen her look so pitiful, but facing this situation, he just stood there in a daze, and his footsteps showed signs of retreating.

Wu De originally had a little worry and murderous intent when he saw the person coming, but when he saw Wang Ting turning and retreating away, and seeing Mrs. Wang's desperate expression, he laughed loudly: "You don't care about that man. Guard yourself like a jade, but when someone saw you being tortured by me, you ran away, haha..."

His laughing face was really disgusting, Mrs. Wang lost all her strength to struggle at the beginning, she just stood there blankly like a log, letting Wu Deshi do what she wanted.

"That's right, wait for the Lord to hurt you... Ah!!!" A scream resounded throughout the quiet room, Madam Wang suddenly raised her head, only to see that Wu De covered his eyes and screamed, and the The person who stabbed that eye with a dagger was actually the royal court who didn't know when to go and come back.

"Damn, the woman who dares to touch me, die for me!" Wang Ting's fair face was flushed, and he pulled out the dagger, and when Wu De didn't react, he turned to the most fragile eyes. Stuck down, "Die to me! Die to me! Die!"

He repeated the words in his mouth, but it was filled with the heroism of a man he had never seen before, which filled Mrs. Wang's eyes with hope.

She sat by the side blankly and watched the man's crazy appearance, and she couldn't recover until he stopped: "Why are you back again?"

Wu De on the bed was stabbed in such a vital spot as the eye, blood flowed down the bed sheet, mixed with something white and unknown, obviously dead, Wang Ting let go of the dagger in his hand, turned to look at her and said: "You are my woman, how can you let others spoil you at will."

Mrs. Wang pursed her lips, and the tears that she didn't shed just now fell down in a hurry: "I just pretended that you didn't care about me."

"The wife that Ming Media is marrying, how can it be compared with those wild things outside?" Wang Ting watched her speak, and reached out to help her smooth her temples, but found that his hand was full of blood. Wipe the hem of the clothes, but Mrs. Wang directly grabbed her and held it to her heart.

"Dirty your clothes," Wang Ting said with his head down.

"It doesn't matter if it's dirty." Mrs. Wang threw herself into his arms, her tears fell out as if she had held back all the years, "Why would I despise you?"

The two of them hugged each other, after years of indifference, they seemed to have regained the affection they had when they first married. Mrs. Wang finally understood what her sister meant when she said that a woman should be tender.

She is a woman, she shouldn't be strong in front of a man, and she should know how to show weakness when she should show weakness. There are always things that she can't hold on to, and at this time, this man is her backing.

"Master, from now on, I will obey you in everything," Mrs. Wang raised her head slightly and said, "I will never quarrel with you again. You can marry whatever concubine you want."

She is usually so stubborn that she just wants to compare men in everything. Although her hair accessories are half messed up now, but the pear blossoms with rain on her face are really beautiful. Wang Ting is used to picking wild food, so she only thinks her face It's disgusting, never willing to take a good look at her face, now like this, only to find that those wild flowers are not as intoxicating as the peonies at home.

Feeling pity, he lowered his head and was about to open his mouth, but felt a pain in his heart. He looked down, his eyes that had just filled his mouth with peach blossoms had turned into panic, and he didn't know whether to look at the hand protruding from his heart, or to look at it. Look at the woman who has started to scream.

It was so noisy, he wanted the woman to shut up, but when he opened his mouth for the first time, the blood gurgled out of his mouth, and his body kept getting cold. I can't see anything.

The man's body fell down, but the arm did not pull out, and the owner of the arm was brought halfway off the bed, because one eye was pierced through and looked even more ferocious, Wu De smiled: "I want to ...If you want Lao Tzu's life, then bury me with you! Ha..."

Before he finished laughing, his head dropped to the floor under Mrs. Wang's terrified expression, and there was no sign of waking up again.

"Master, sir, wake up, wake up!!!"

The voice of wailing came continuously from the quiet room. The disappointment over the years was originally turned into hope for the future, but when she was most proud, she seemed to be pushed off the cliff.

It’s fine if you don’t have it in the first place, but you have it and then you don’t have it...

The quiet room wailed all night, and it was only opened again when the servant came to deliver the water the next day. The basin containing the water fell to the ground. The servant was about to turn around, but was stopped by a hoarse voice.

"stop!"

With a sharp voice, when the servant looked back, he saw a white-haired woman raised her head from the pool of blood, her face was ferocious, like a ghost, and he fell to the ground in fright.

"Ghost, ghost..."

"What the hell, I'm still from the Wang family, and I don't even know who I am," Mrs. Wang got up from the ground, wiped the blood from her face, and walked over slowly, although she still had the vitality of a living person. , but he acted as if he was dying, "You are here today, you didn't see anything, and you are not allowed to tell others, otherwise, you are not afraid of death. If your whole family dies, no one will give you money." The body is collected."

The inside of the room was dark and smelled of blood, but the woman in red had white hair and her voice was like a ghost. The servant was trembling with chills all over his body, "Yes, yes..."

"Go out," Mrs. Wang waved to him.

"Yes," the servant hurriedly got up and walked towards the outside, but he was unaware of a figure rushing over from behind. When he wanted to resist, he only felt a pain in the forehead, and he no longer had any intuition.

Mrs. Wang let go of the hairpin in her hand, and got up from the ground. Her face was indifferent, and her body was stupefied. She found a shovel from the base of the wall and dug on the ground. One pit buried two people, and one bed was used to decorate Wang. court body.

There are rumors from the outside world that the immortal from the Immortal City was killed by Chaoyan from Chaozhuang Village, and the one who received a thousand knives even killed the master of the Wang family.

The Wang family was gloomy, and the voices of crying continued for days, and paper money could be seen everywhere in Lingxian Town.

It's just that it was the voice from the Wang family, but the voices in Lingxian Town were divided into several types.

The steamed stuffed bun seller on the street is like this: "If you want me to say, it may be that Mrs. Wang disliked her husband and killed her right away."

"But her hair is all white," said another person at the stall, "It can be seen that she is very sad. Maybe it was really the young master of Chaozhuang who did it. A person from other places turned our place upside down. He still lives in Chaozhuang. A ghost village like Zhuang is definitely not a good person."

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