Everyone looked up when they heard the sound, and when they saw the figure at the top, their brows showed reverence, and they knelt down neatly, shouting:

"My lord!!!"

A long black gown was trailing to the floor, slightly revealing the red dark stripes inside. The shirt was not tightened and loosely revealing his fair chest muscles. It was clearly such a lazy dress, but the whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, as deep as the sea.

His eyes swept over everyone indifferently.

It's Fu Sichen.

The mother and daughter below saw him as if they were seeing the God of Death. In this silent room, they could clearly hear their teeth chattering.

Narcissus directly picked up the collars of the two people and dragged them out, kicked them to the corner, and then turned and handed them over: "My Lord, we can't let them go easily. They didn't tell why they killed Lord Ran, so we pulled out their skins."

, soaked in wine!”

Hearing the cruelty of the technique made his heart tremble, but the man slowly walked down the stairs and walked to the ice coffin. He reached out and gently touched the ice coffin, his expression as usual:

"There is so much good wine in Yanyu Pavilion. If it is wasted, she will definitely feel bad."

As he spoke, he looked at the mother and daughter, and said lightly: "Strip the skin and hang it on the city wall. Anyone who dares to criticize him will be captured and dealt with in the same way."

Narcissus nodded excitedly. In the past three days, she didn't know how happy the people outside were, celebrating the death of their master. She wanted to go out and kill all those people, but Yan Yu Pavilion had no owner for the time being, so she couldn't be in chaos.

position.

Fortunately, the master is back.

But thinking of this, Narcissus looked at Fu Sichen with sadness again.

His face was pale. He hurried back after hearing the news of his death. He didn't drink water or eat, and didn't even sleep. But he always kept himself clean and tidy.

Because the master likes to be clean.

Narcissus suppressed the soreness in his throat and dragged the woman out. He planned to skin her alive outside, but as soon as he opened the door, several crows flew in and landed on the railing in a well-trained manner.

Then, they made a creepy move.

The crows landed on the ice coffin and pecked hard with their beaks, seemingly trying to break the ice coffin.

Narcissus suddenly got goose bumps and looked at Fu Sichen.

Sure enough, his eyes, as dark as the abyss, burst into light little by little, and he approached the ice coffin:

"She's not dead, is she?"

The crow stopped moving and started quacking at him.

Fu Sichen took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"She is indeed not dead."

Everyone looked at him blankly, and their hearts began to boil.

Although the owner's body was lying in the ice coffin, they wanted to believe that the woman with great supernatural powers would not die so easily.

Zuo Zhaoran will not die so easily!!

"Master?" Narcissus looked at Fu Sichen uncontrollably, with tears in his eyes: "What should we do now?"

Fu Sichen's eyes darkened, and he went upstairs with his sleeves fluttering, his wide sleeves spread as high as wings, and his words were sonorous:

"Have a grand funeral and I want her to appear in front of me in person."

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"Sneeze!!" Zuo Zhaoran sneezed heavily, and immediately a pair of hands nervously cupped her round face next to her:

"What's wrong? Is it cold? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you have a fever?"

She blinked at a loss and looked at the worried and tender man in front of her: "Dad, you're hurting me."

Prime Minister Yuan was stunned, and quickly held her in his arms, shaking her gently: "It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore."

She is already six years old, and she is still being treated like this.

Zhaoran lay in her father's arms with some enjoyment. In these short two days, she discovered the benefits of this identity.
Chapter completed!