Yun Tingruo's tone became as cold as ice. Yun Xiao was not strong enough now. He had to do everything according to his ability instead of relying on brute force.
"Yes." Yun Xiao walked towards the official road with tears in his eyes.
Yun Tingruo moved and quickly rushed into the night.
Dong'er never knew that setting a fire was so difficult. She held the torch tightly in her hand and almost bit her lip when she listened to the sound.
Throw it away quickly, throw it out, I kept shouting in my heart.
But her hands kept trembling, and she couldn't throw it out no matter what.
The sound that was getting closer and closer echoed in her ears, and Dong'er's tears kept flowing. She was going to kill someone, she was going to kill someone.
For the sake of the young lady, she will definitely do it.
The flame of the torch dances with the wind, just like Dong'er's heart, jumping up and down, as if there is no landing point.
Dong'er stretched out her hand and looked at the oil on the ground. Her fingers were about to loosen.
But the next second, she was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.
Tears fell violently.
The sound was getting closer and closer, and although the shadows were fast, they became alert.
My nose kept smelling the air for any strange smell.
As they got closer and closer to the end of the alley.
"not good."
Shadow let out an exclamation, and Di Minglie naturally noticed it. His pupils shrank, and he sped up, heading straight to the end of the alley.
In the electric light and flint, a pair of small hands quickly took the torch in Dong'er's hand.
Without a trace of hesitation, he threw it with his backhand, and the torch spun beautifully in the air.
Fixed in the eyes of the shadows.
"Back up, back up quickly."
The shadows shouted, and their figures kept retreating.
"Boom." The fire was like shooting stars, and the most beautiful flowers bloomed in the alley.
"Damn it, damn it, I will definitely kill you."
In the blazing flames, Di Minglie's face was not ugly in general, but very ugly.
His handsome face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were so mad that they were spitting fire.
A corner of his night jacket was burned, which made him look funny.
For the proud Di Minglie, tonight is the greatest shame.
The favored son of heaven lost to a little girl.
That's not true, no!
Dong'er only felt that in the darkness, a pair of small hands grabbed her and kept running forward.
She was confused and ran along unconsciously.
When it finally stopped, Dong'er sat down on the ground, gasping for air.
very scary!
Yun Tingruo stood with his hands behind his hands and said nothing.
She could understand Dong'er's mood very well. For the first time in her life, she felt excited, panicked, timid, excited, and naturally also scared.
When killing someone for the first time, there was not only fear, but also fear from the soul.
No one is born a killer, and no one is born evil.
They all change the day after tomorrow.
Dong'er slowly raised her head and looked at Yun Tingruo's back. The small figure seemed to have endless power, which slowly calmed her mind.
"Miss, Dong'er is useless."
She bent her feet and knelt in front of Yun Tingruo, her voice still trembling.
The torch was thrown out by the young lady. If the young lady doesn't come, she will definitely die tonight.
"Sorry, I was too impatient."
Yun Tingruo's sincere tone made Dong'er raise her head suddenly. The young lady apologized to her and waved her hand quickly: "No, no, no, young lady, it's Dong'er's fault."
Looking at Dong'er's frightened and panicked eyes, Yun Tingruo helped her up and straightened her messy clothes: "It's not your fault in this matter. It's because I was too eager to succeed, and instead ignored the due responsibilities of this era. Nature."
This is not modern times, this is ancient times, another time and space.
It is still the case that women are inferior to men and that Dong'er has received different things and experiences since she was a child. She came to work as a maid in the Prime Minister's Mansion to make a living, not because she was forced to do so.
In her previous life, she was taken into a killer organization, forced to train, and forced to kill in order to survive.
They both want to live, but the meaning is different.
Some things have to be taken slowly and cannot be achieved in one go.
Change does not happen overnight and haste makes waste.
If Yun Ting can reflect on herself, it is precisely because of this that she will become a peerless killer.
"Miss, what you said is so profound that Dong'er can't understand it." Dong'er's mind was confused about the essence and this time and space.
There was not a word she could understand.
"It's okay. Let's go back home quickly. It's going to be dawn soon."
Yun Tingruo gave Dong'er a comforting smile and told her not to think too much.
"Miss." Dong'er secretly swore that she would not drag the lady back.
*******
Di Minglie was supported by the shadows and returned to the palace.
When the housekeeper of the palace saw Di Minlie, he immediately froze. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly shouted for the doctor.
On the large bed made of rosewood and gold wire, the man had long hair shawl, his eyes were gently closed, but there was a burnt mark on his handsome face and chin.
"There's nothing wrong with your prince's face, right?"
The butler spoke softly, fearing to disturb Di Minglie who was resting.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the man on the bed opened his eyes, his cold eyes like poisonous snakes.
The air in the room suddenly became chilly.
Everyone couldn't help but shrink their necks, it was so scary.
"Will there be any scars on my face?"
Di Minglie's gloomy tone was like a violent storm.
"Go back to my lord, as long as you take good care of it and use a good plaster, there may be no scars."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, his body flew out in a swish.
A hole was directly smashed into the wall, and the smoke shimmered, revealing the doctor rolling on the ground.
"If this king is disfigured, I will kill your entire clan."
Di Minglie's eyes were bloodthirsty, and his voice was as vicious as a wolf's.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down." The butler knelt down quickly, sweat dripping from fear all over his body.
"Bring me a mirror."
Di Minlie's sinister eyes turned and landed on a maid, who was so frightened that she immediately turned around and took the bronze mirror.
He tremblingly raised the bronze mirror towards Di Minglie.
Di Minglie raised his eyelids and looked at the figure in the mirror. He felt his chest was heavy and his breathing was short.
With a strong wave of his hand, he threw the bronze mirror away.
With a movement of his body, he stood up from the bed, grabbed the maid's neck with his hands, and said with bloodshot eyes: "Bitch, bitch."
"Your Majesty, please don't. Please spare my life, Your Majesty."
The maid's toes slowly lifted off the ground, and she felt her breathing becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She kept slapping Di Minglie's hand with both hands.
"Ah, I want to kill you." Di Minglie roared, his fingers turning into claws.
"Click." With a sound, the maid tilted her neck and made no sound.
Everyone looked at each other in shock. They had never seen such an angry prince.
Suddenly, Di Minglie's gloomy eyes glanced over and shot out two cold lights: "Get out."
The crowd was like frightened birds, not daring to waste another moment, and hurriedly dispersed.
When Di Minglie was the only one left in the room, he slapped the bedside to pieces.
Shame, absolute disgrace.
Not only physically, but also mentally.
If he knew, the little girl he hated so much that he gritted his teeth was the little fiancée he despised.
Will it shock his eyes