The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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A pair of small black leather shoes caught everyone's attention. He could almost see Ning Quruo's soul, which was already riddled with holes and gradually dying, beneath the quiet exterior. "Master!" Butler Ning hurried to stop him: "Master, don't be impulsive!" Even if this woman deserves to die, Young Master cannot have her blood on his hands!
A pair of small black leather shoes caught everyone's attention.
Butler Ning's body trembled. He raised his head and looked at Ning Quruo.
Ning Quruo just stood there motionless.
It looks very quiet.
Butler Ning's heart ached when he saw this.
He could almost see Ning Quruo's soul, which was already riddled with holes and gradually dying, beneath the quiet exterior.
A long time.
Ning Quruo didn't move.
For him, there was more confusion.
How could this happen? ...
Isn't it her?
Obviously...he felt that it was.
That's her.
He slowly squatted down and picked up the little leather shoe. The shoe was half rotten, but you could still vaguely see the Ivy League text on it.
Then the man clenched his palms tightly.
Because he was using too much force, his hands began to tremble slightly.
Keep digging?
The man picked up the shovel, but he couldn't dig any deeper.
His knees knelt down little by little.
Life, in the end, is nothing but emptiness.
When all a person's expectations and hopes are taken away.
Can he still survive?
Shouting hoarsely in his heart, the man scratched the yellow earth with his hands.
In just a moment, his hands were covered with black mud.
Is it cold underground?
You are most afraid of cold...
Blood gradually seeped out of those slender hands.
Butler Ning and the driver looked at each other, then jumped down and landed on the ground.
He threw away the shovel and dug the soil bit by bit.
After a while, my hands were almost covered with a mixture of blood and mud.
But still didn't see the expected figure.
Butler Ning dragged Mrs. Fu, who was pretending to be dead, to the locust tree and said, "We have dug so deep, where is the person! Where is the person!!"
Mrs. Fu's face was pressed against the soil. She inhaled several mouthfuls of dust through her mouth and nose, choking and starting to cough.
There was a strange smile on her face, "Right here! I buried her here!"
Mrs. Fu struggled and twisted her head to raise it from the ground. She looked at the mechanical, non-stop moving figure of the man in the pit and smiled slightly.
"She was wearing a red coat and a pair of black leather shoes. She had long hair and a clean white face."
Her chaotic voice seemed even more eerie in the wilds of Huaijiao.
"I smashed her head and made a huge hole. Blood was flowing down her head. Her eyes were so big. She stared at me every day. She stared at me every day."
Even the knowledgeable butler Ning felt a chill in his heart at this moment.
"Where's that person?"
Mrs. Fu said softly, "You said she is only in her teens, how come her breasts are so big, her waist is so thin, and her legs are so long? She is a natural born fairy! Slut! She deserves to die!"
The next second, Butler Ning saw a flash of silver light before his eyes.
Looking closely, Ning Quruo's shovel had already stabbed into Fu Sao's face.
It almost chopped off Mrs. Fu’s head.
Ning Quruo had already rushed towards Mrs. Fu.
"Master!"
Butler Ning hurried to stop him: "Master, don't be impulsive!"
Even if this woman deserves to die, Young Master cannot have her blood on his hands!
Ning Quruo's brows were cold, "I'm not impulsive."
How could Butler Ning dare to believe it?
Ning Quruo ignored Butler Ning and looked at Mrs. Fu who was retreating quickly without Butler Ning's restraint.
"She is not dead, she has grown up, and she is right next to you. You can see her every day."