Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

"Since you want to die, I will grant it to you," he rolled his eyes slightly and added, "But I do have a good impression of you. If you have anything to say to Yan Zhongqi at the end of your life, I can do it for you. "

"I..." Qiu Si opened his mouth, knowing that he was really going to die. There were so many thoughts in his mind, but there was nothing he wanted to say to Yan Zhongqi.

"I have nothing to say to him."

"Not a word?"

"No."

"Okay, that's as you wish."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the dagger in Lin Shuyang's hand drew a sharp edge in the air, and without any unnecessary movement, he sealed his throat with the knife.

Blood flowed down Qiu Si's neck and into his clothes, but he lost his breath within a moment.

Lin Shuyang dropped the blood-stained dagger and looked at Qiu Si's body, the excitement in his eyes becoming more and more obvious, "Don't worry, I will send him down to accompany you soon."

Uncle Dao, who was not far away, looked at this scene and frowned tightly. He always felt that the Lin Shuyang in front of him was very different from him, so much so that he even doubted whether this person had also changed his appearance.

But he quickly rejected this idea, feeling that Lin Shuyang became like this probably because he was stimulated by Rong Xianyi's injury.

Just like Rong Xianyi's unusual appearance when he came back from Jiangxi.

It wasn't until Lin Shuyang's figure disappeared in the backyard that he shook his head.

Forget it, he is increasingly unable to understand things about young people.

Then, he sighed heavily. It seemed that he had to deal with the corpse in the yard again.

Lin Shuyang walked to the stairs and suddenly swayed. He quickly grabbed the handrail on the side to steady himself.

Then he rubbed his tired brows. His spirit had not relaxed all night, and his body was already on the verge of collapse.

The consequences of the overdraft made his eyes darken for a while, but he stubbornly kept his eyes open, refusing to fall asleep so easily.

At this time, there was a sudden slight sound behind him.

He looked stern.

Immediately afterwards, Chang Yu's voice came.

"Brother Yi, how is he?"

He raised his eyebrows and turned around to look over.

Chang Yu was still wearing the same blood-stained clothes, his face was haggard, and he looked like he had never rested.

"Chang Yu," he raised his chin and said Chang Yu's name without meaning, "I originally thought that although your IQ is not high, you are more loyal and have strong execution ability, but now it seems that you no longer have I don’t have the right to stay by his side anymore.”

Chang Yu's face changed, "What do you mean?"

"I met you in Zhang's Mansion."

Chang Yu's pupils suddenly widened, and a hint of panic suddenly arose in his heart.

Lin Shuyang walked forward, his eyes fixed on Chang Yu, with a half-smiling expression as if he had already understood everything, "If you don't make trouble in the morning, you won't make trouble in the evening, but you have a stomachache at that time, don't you think it's too bad?" Was it a coincidence?"

Chang Yu moved his eyes and subconsciously denied, "I don't understand what you are talking about. I don't have an invitation, so I can't enter Zhang's house at all."

"When people lie, their eyes usually look to the upper right, and then their eyes wander around, just like you are looking now."

Chang Yu lowered his head and did not refute this. After a moment, he raised his head again and looked at Lin Shuyang, "I told you, I have never been to Zhang's house, and the stomachache was just an accident. If you want to use this to drive a wedge between Yi and me. Brother, then go ahead and try, there is no way Brother Yi won’t believe me.”

Lin Shuyang suddenly took action, strangled Chang Yu's neck, and said fiercely: "I tell you, if you dare to do anything to hurt him again, I will personally send you to hell!"

The bloodthirsty light in his eyes made Chang Yu's breath stagnant. He had never seen Lin Shuyang like this before, cold, fierce, and with a crazy expression.

It was as if he would really break his neck in the next moment.

Chilling!

But after Lin Shuyang finished speaking, he threw away his hand and sneered, turned around and walked upstairs.

Chang Yu was thrown away and staggered for a few steps before he stood still. He stared closely at the figure, and the panic in his heart began to expand.

He was found.

Will Lin Shuyang tell Brother Yi about this?

If he really told Brother Yi, what would Brother Yi... do to him?

Lin Shuyang went upstairs, and the first thing he did was to check Rong Xianyi's body temperature. The moment he put his hand on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

It was just a low fever before, but now Rong Xianyi has a high fever.

Thinking that all this was because of Yan Zhongqi and Yu Xinghe, the murderous intention in his heart couldn't stop emerging.

His eyes fell into darkness again.

He shook his body and closed his eyes, trying desperately to suppress the urge to kill in his heart.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, then took off his shoes, lay sideways next to Rong Xianyi, and looked at Rong Xianyi with nostalgia.

It wasn't until his eyelids could no longer be closed that he murmured in a low voice: "Goodbye, my Lord God."

After saying that, he fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, but Lin Shuyang was woken up by a knock on the door.

When his consciousness returned, he slowly opened his eyes, his peach blossom eyes filled with calmness and indifference.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Mrs. Rong standing at the door.

Mrs. Rong played mahjong all night and went to sleep as soon as she came back. When she woke up in the afternoon, she heard the servant say that Rong Xianyi seemed to have been seriously injured after being carried back by Lin Shuyang.

She ran over anxiously and knocked on the door, but after knocking for a long time there was no response, so she had to come in by herself.

But she didn't expect that the first thing that caught her eye was this picture. She was stunned in place, unable to react for a while.

Lin Shuyang and Rong Xianyi were lying on the same bed, with their arms still around Rong Xianyi's waist in an ambiguous posture.

The moment he saw Mrs. Rong, his face turned pale and he hurriedly got up from the bed.

"You...this..."

"Mrs. Rong, I was... so tired last night that I accidentally fell asleep," he explained half-seriously, then glanced at the pale Rong Xianyi and changed the topic. , "Young Master Rong was seriously injured and is still in a coma."

Mrs. Rong didn't think much about it at first, she just felt it was a little weird.

But after hearing Lin Shuyang's explanation, she ignored the weirdness in her heart.

But when she heard the next sentence, her heart lifted again.

He quickly walked to the bed and looked at Rong Xianyi worriedly, "I asked him why he suddenly became interested in me playing mahjong, and even went out of his way to help me make an appointment. It turned out that he was going to do these dangerous things again. Why is this kid still so troublesome?"

Mrs. Rong's eyes turned red as she spoke.

Lin Shuyang lowered his eyes, "Don't worry, Mrs. Rong, I will definitely find a way to cure him."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

Mrs. Rong suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."