Chapter 327 Jianghu: Demon Cult Witch (15)

The man looked at the series of changes in her expression, slightly twitching his lips, showing a bit of mockery.

After this matter is done, she will no longer need to stay.

He was about to sit back when his foot stepped on a tile. He felt something was wrong and stopped instantly.

The man stopped, stretched out two fingers, slightly curled up, and tapped the ground a few times. A hollow echo soon came from the room.

He frowned, glanced around, then knocked a few more times, and a hidden grid popped up on the wall.

The man's eyes paused for a moment, then he straightened up and walked quickly there, only to see nothing inside.

His face was stiff.

When the maid came over from behind, she was surprised when she saw her. The next moment, she was grabbed by the man's neck.

She opened her eyes wide and couldn't breathe. She kept struggling and froze when she met the man's eyes that were filled with coldness and murderous intent like a demon. Her face turned blue and purple, but her body was lifted up.

"Didn't you say that no one has entered or exited this place? Now there are obviously traces of being moved. What else do you want to explain?"

The man's voice was cold and filled with murderous intent.

"I really don't know if someone came here secretly."

Her eyes widened, she covered her neck, and her eyes were about to burst.

"Maybe it's the eldest lady. Maybe it's someone else."

The man's hands clenched tighter and tighter, without any movement on his face.

She tilted her neck, let go, and fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

The next day, early morning.

Jiaoyang stretched and got up from the bed. Guoer hurried up, lifted the bed curtains, and helped the young lady wash up.

Jiao Yang lowered his head and followed her as she tinkered with her body. After washing, she sat at the table with her eyes half open, almost drowsy.

Suddenly she woke up, blinked her eyes, and suddenly came to Guo'er's side. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "Xiao Guozi, you didn't sleep well last night. Why is your face so ugly? There are still bruises."

Jiaoyang leaned over and pinched her pale face.

"I" Guo'er hesitated for a while, subconsciously lifting the collar of his clothes with his eyes sad, "Guo'er misses his family."

Just when she was about to say something else, there was another knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jiaoyang tilted her head and slightly curved her mouth.

Guo'er froze on the spot for an instant.

She jumped off the stool, jumped up and down to the door, and opened it.

A man in a crescent-colored robe appeared in front of her, his head tilted, his beautiful but pale face, his eyes gentle and peaceful.

Jiaoyang opened her eyes wide and pushed him back, as if she was about to close the door again, but he caught the opportunity and somehow managed to sneak in.

Jiaoyang's eyes opened wider and were round and cute.

Behind her, Guo'er's face was as pale as a piece of paper. The man was still smiling, his eyes always falling on Jiaoyang's face.

She turned back and glanced at Guo'er. Guo'er quickly stepped back, not wanting her. But when she passed by him, she couldn't help but feel a chill on her back.

"My brother-in-law is getting married to my sister tomorrow, why are you here today?" Jiaoyang watched Zilaisu sitting down and angrily sat down beside him.

"Do you really not regret it? I will marry your sister."

He lowered his gaze and suddenly raised his head. His eyes fell on Jiaoyang's face, and he suddenly paused. There were complex emotions in his eyes that were incomprehensible.

"What does this have to do with me?" Jiaoyang lowered her head and pouted, "You can marry whatever you want. A sister is a sister, and a brother-in-law can only be a brother-in-law, there will be no other."
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