She herself has had enough troubles, and it is better to stay away from the fight for such a world-famous treasure as Feng Dan and not to participate.

Mo Xuanchen said sourly, "It's a pity..."

"What a pity? What a pity?"

"It's a pity that Zhao Lai has a nice skin...seriously, he is pretty handsome, right?!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "It's a pity... Actually speaking, you and Xin Qier are a match made in heaven, no wonder you want to get involved in her marriage..."

Mo Xuanchen's expression suddenly froze: "Yu'er, I was wrong..."

"What's wrong?"

"In the future, I will never be nosy!"

"Humph!"

Ling Luoyu snorted proudly and turned to enter the hall.

Mo XuanchenReally, what kind of jealousy do you have a cheap mouth! !

With Ling Luoyu's temperament, how could he like a man like Zhao Lai? !

People like the demon **** Tu Su and Gu Lan couldn't get her eyes.

What kind of vinegar does he eat here while digging his own pit? !

but--

Being jealous is something that comes from the heart, not from others! !

"Oh...I'm really old, no matter who you are, I'm getting jealous..."

The dark room was filled with blood.

Ding Ziling covered his nose with a handkerchief, avoiding the blood stains on the ground, and leaped forward to the curled up Zhao Lai.

He closed his eyes, just panting, breathing heavily.

"How is it? Did you recruit?" Ding Ziling's voice was cold, without any temperature.

"Hui Young Hall Master, no..." The jailer on the side whispered back, shameless.

"No?"

Ding Ziling kicked Zhao Lai and sneered disdainfully.

"I didn't see it, this kid's bones are quite hard!"

"Young Hall Master, we have used all the penalties that can be used, but this kid just has a tight tooth, and he won't even open his mouth..."

"I have used it once, won't I do it again?!"

Ding Ziling raised his head coldly, his eyes cold.

"Such a simple truth, do I have to teach the young master himself? Then do you have to try it on you? lest you won't..."

"Young Hall Master spares his life because his subordinates are incompetent... Young Hall Master can rest assured, his subordinates must take something out of his mouth..."

"Ok"

Ding Ziling waved his hand and drank indifferently.

"You all retreat!"

"Yes"

When all the other jailers retreated, Ding Ziling kicked Zhao Lai with his foot.

"I know you're not dead...Don't pretend to be with me!!"

Zhao Lai snorted in pain, but he didn't say a word, still lying there.

Ding Ziling frowned and stepped on the wound on his thigh indifferently.

"what"

Zhao Lai screamed, sobbing in his throat.

"Why? Is there a reaction now?!"

Ding Ziling sneered and retracted his foot, squatted down beside him, glanced at his surroundings vigilantly, then lowered his voice.

"Zhao Lai, you are good at... stole my things, and you dare to ask me again...said, where is the thing?"

Zhao Lai opened his eyes several times before he broke free of the blood clotting on his eyelids and looked at Ding Ziling.

"Young Hall Master...it's you...breaking words...first..."

Ding Ziling's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly pierced the wound on Zhao Lai's chest with one hand, and stirred severely.

"what did you say?"

"what"

Zhao Lai curled up in pain, trembling all over.

Ding Ziling retracted his finger and looked at the blood on his hand with a grin: "Zhao Lai, I know you are a filial son...so don't forget, your old lady is now in my hand!!!"