El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 52

All that could be heard was Murong Yin's frantic cursing.

Murong Ci stared blankly, her hands gripping the stone fence tightly, and two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks without her realizing it, like the clearest stream in the world.

She looked at him, her voice trembling with tears.

"Thirteenth Brother, Xiao Ci understands."

Murong Yin lay prostrate on the ground, barely breathing. His whole body was trembling, his clothes were soaked with blood, and his hands were digging into the cracks in the stone, his broken fingernails dripping with blood.

Separated by a stone fence.

Murong Ci knelt on the ground, biting her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face. She placed her hands on the ground, slowly lowered her head, and kowtowed, hitting the cold, hard stone floor.

"Thirteenth Brother, Xiao Ci is leaving now."

No one expected it.

That girl, who once knew no shame and willingly degraded herself, suddenly found the composure to face death.

In this world, there may always be too much injustice, too much pain, and too much helplessness. Perhaps she struggled hard, but ultimately fell into depravity, becoming a charming concubine in Ye Chuhan's arms, a plaything with no value whatsoever.

However.

From the moment she knelt down and kowtowed to Murong Yin, tears streaming down her face.

She is not Meiji.

She is Murong Ci of Murong Manor!

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Ye Chuhan woke up on the night of the second day.

The room was filled with calming and soothing incense, the white smoke tinged with a warm golden hue by the setting sun, creating a tranquil and serene atmosphere reminiscent of a secluded paradise.

His internal energy had stabilized, and the intense pain throughout his body had subsided.

only……

He can't move.

Someone pressed several major acupoints on his body, suppressing his internal energy and rendering him unable to use it freely. Now, his limbs and bones are empty and he has no strength at all.

Ye Chuhan was stunned.

The room was empty.

Ye Chuhan lay stiffly on the couch with his eyes wide open, a complex expression on his snow-white face. In his mind, Lianhua's shocked face appeared the moment he fell into a coma last night.

His pupils slowly narrowed.

She did betray him after all.

At this moment, Lianhua walked out of the East Garden.

At the entrance to Flower Valley, Zhan Yu, dressed in ink-black robes, gripped the Azure Nether Sword tightly. His eyes, as deep as the night, held a serene and indifferent light. He heard footsteps, turned his head indifferently, and saw Lotus.

Lotus walked past him. "Wasn't it you who was in charge of guarding the place where the other members of the Murong family were imprisoned?"

"Yes," Zhan Yu replied.

Without turning her head, Lianhua walked straight ahead toward the dungeon. "I want a man named Yuan Qing, a servant of the Murong family. Hand him over to me."

Zhan Yu's arm blocked her way.

The lotus flower raises its head.

Zhan Yu was already standing in front of her, his dark eyes revealing a knowing look at her thoughts and a hint of surprise. "Are you really going to do this?"

Lotus pushed his arms away, her eyes resolute. "I have no other way; this is the only chance."

She continued walking forward.

Zhan Yu's pupils contracted, and he grabbed her shoulders again, his fingers tightening involuntarily, his voice becoming tense, "You'd better think this through. You know better than I how ruthless Ye Chuhan really is!"

Lianhua raised her eyes, her face cold and her gaze even more resolute. "Zhanyu, I only have one night. Will you help me or not?!"

Zhan Yu was stunned.

Lotus flashed and retreated two or three steps away from Zhan Yu. Her slender fingers pressed the thin ribbon binding her hair. Her weapon was a silver soft whip, and her eyes were filled with rage.

"If you refuse to help me, then fight me. If you capture me, it will save you a lot of trouble!"

Zhan Yu remained standing with his sword, showing no intention of making a move. Despite Lianhua's fighting spirit, his eyes remained calm. "Lianhua, if we were to fight, you would have no chance of winning!"

Lotus didn't say a word.

Without hesitation, she flicked her wrist, and the silver whip was already in her hand. Once she had made up her mind, nothing would change it, and no one, no matter who it was, would make her back down even a step.

"Let's get started!"

In the golden sunset outside the flower valley, a murderous aura rose.

Lotus's black hair flew in the wind, and the soft whip in her hand moved as nimbly as a snake. Zhan Yu stood quietly the whole time, showing no intention of drawing the Azure Nether Sword.

He won't lay a hand on her.

"Lotus, I can help you, but you have to promise me one thing."