Nangong Chenye threw down the book in his hand, stood up, and turned to leave. Why did the man who was in a good mood just now suddenly change his expression, and even the aura around him became a bit colder. Shuangzhu Muhua, who always knew Nangong Chenye, knew that the person in front of him was really angry, but why was this? "Since you don't want to recognize me as your master, then stay in the prison tower. I, the Shengyue Palace, cannot afford a big Buddha like yours." A cold feeling came from the top of his head. Nangong Chenye spoke very slowly, and each word was like a sharp knife, cutting into Han Ming's panicked heart. It was light but painful, as if a pair of strong hands were holding him tightly. Even breathing became a little difficult, as if something was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything. After saying that, Nangong Chenye was about to leave the prison building, just as he had brought nothing with him when he came, and had no intention of taking anything away. Han Ming, who was kneeling on the spot, couldn't help but tremble slightly. He immediately leaned over and knocked on the cold and hard stone surface. Immediately, the blood from his forehead flowed down his cheek. The winding blood stains looked a bit scary. There were also large blood stains on the stone surface, which looked very miserable. "I beg the young master to keep Han Ming. Han Ming has realized his mistake. As long as the young master is willing to keep Han Ming, Han Ming is willing to bear any punishment!" He suddenly realized that he dared to be disrespectful and despise his master with some force. This is something that no superior can tolerate. As a ghost guard, the most important thing is loyalty and obedience. He has forgotten this. No wonder Nangong Chenye is so angry. But what Han Ming didn't know was that Nangong Chenye had an affair, otherwise how could such a cold-hearted person be angry with an ordinary ghost guard. The prison tower was Han Ming's lifelong nightmare. If he was sent back to the prison tower, he would never be able to make a career, and he would be tortured to death. Besides, I still have to look for that person, and I will never return to that devil's cave again. In the silent courtyard, there was only the dull sound of kowtows, one after another, as the bones collided with the cold stone surface, and the chill penetrated into the bones. Only the person kowtowing seemed to be unaware of the pain, repeating the same movements mechanically. Finally, Nangong Chenye, who was about to leave the prison building, showed mercy. "Let me see your sincerity in the study tonight at Xushi, otherwise... You will stay in the Prison Pavilion forever!" Nangong Chenye turned around and left, feeling irritable in his heart. The little beggar who was once like an abandoned puppy has become an unruly wolf. Can he truly surrender to himself? Trust, how much can you give him for this kind of thing?
Intention: Unwilling to be loyal and sink