He said he doesn't love me

The next morning, Sun Ran went downstairs early to wait for breakfast.

Miles was busy all night and finally returned to the living room at eight o'clock. Seeing Sun Ran drinking porridge leisurely, the tiredness in his eyes finally disappeared a little.

"Master, why did you get up so early today?" He sat down next to Sun Ran and smiled, "Do you have anything to do?"

Sun Ran nodded, holding the spoon in his mouth. "I'm going to do psychological intervention today. Please ask someone to take me there." He drank up the porridge in the bowl and wiped his mouth with tissue paper. "The intervention will take at least two hours, so please ask someone who is more patient so that he won't get impatient."

"Do we have to go?" Miles frowned, "But the master said that you can't leave here. If you leave here, we may not have enough people to protect you."

"Do you know what psychological intervention is?" Sun Ran glanced at him. "I didn't want to go in the first place. I finally got some interest, but you didn't let me go. Aren't you afraid that I won't be able to control my emotions and die before you? Then you and your master will still not be able to report to the authorities." He put down the spoon, crossed his arms across his chest, and curled the corners of his mouth with disdain.

"Sun Zhaoxu's men shouldn't be so bad that they can't even protect me, right?" Sun Ran whistled, stood up and put on his coat, then leaned against the door and looked at Miles, "You don't have to worry about me so much. At worst, you can just ask the best kung fu master to go with me, right?"

Miles naturally knows the importance of psychological intervention, but...

The situation was unclear, and he was not sure if Sun Ran would be in danger if he left here. If he was in danger and they were unable to provide immediate support, he could not bear the responsibility.

"No." After thinking for a moment, Miles shook his head and refused. "You can ask the doctor to come over here, but you go out. This is not allowed."

"If I ask him to come over, won't my location be exposed? If someone follows him, will I be dead?" Sun Ran curled his lips, and seeing that Miles still shook his head to refuse, he turned around and went upstairs.

"Master, it's not that I want to prevent you from getting better, I just can't afford the consequences." Miles followed him upstairs, stopped Sun Ran who was about to enter the room, and explained to him, "The master is not at home, and your life is related to the life and death of all of us. Master, I can't gamble with their lives, please understand me and ask the doctor to come here."

His tone was sincere and he didn't sound like a lie.

Sun Ran lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I've already promised, I must go."

"Master, if something happens to you, how am I going to explain to the master?" Miles said with a stern face, "If you insist on leaving, I will have to use force." He moved his wrist, and Sun Ran couldn't help but step back in fear. He immediately turned into the room and slammed the door.

Miles stopped and sighed. Where is safer, here or outside? He wasn't sure, but at least he was here and would never let Sun Ran get hurt.

He stood outside the door for a long time before turning around and going downstairs.

There were still many things that needed to be figured out, and he couldn't afford to slack off. If the enemy had really infiltrated, he had to find them out as soon as possible!

"Linxuan, come here." Miles picked up the teacup and took a sip, then called the maid. The maid nodded respectfully at him, "Miles, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! Look at this tea yourself. Can you give this to the young master?!" Miles slammed the cup hard on the table and glared at her. "The master is not here, and you treat the young master so harshly? Aren't you afraid that the master will come back and cut you into pieces?!"

The maid quickly replaced the tea. She didn't dare to look up at Miles' face and could only bow her head and apologize repeatedly.

She lowered her head, so she naturally couldn't see the anger and murderous intent in Miles' eyes. This person was not Du Linxuan at all. The real Du Linxuan would not bow her head. The real Du Linxuan would not call him by his name, but only call him Boss.

Full of loopholes and garbage!

He left angrily, leaving only one sentence, "Next time you do this, I will teach you a lesson myself without the need for the master to do anything."

The maid endured the scolding in silence. After everyone left, she stood up straight and looked coldly at the cup of tea that she had just taken a sip of.

Teach me a lesson?!

Then you have to live to that time, right? !

Miles, you know too much!

She threw the teacup into the trash can, wiped her hands with tissue paper, and sat aside with an impatient look on her face, turning the keys in her hand over and over, just like her endless thoughts.

"Get him, and be careful." After a long silence, she slowly spoke and gave the order.

The man who was wiping the glass windows looked up at her when he heard her words, then immediately put away his towel and tools, lowered his head and followed Miles.

But at this time, the maid put on a smiling face, carried a freshly baked cake, went upstairs and knocked on Sun Ran's door.

"Dong dong dong..."

Sun Ran was just about to call Zhong Caiye to tell her that he couldn't go for the time being, but before he could make the call, there was a knock on the door. He yelled without even looking up, "Stop bothering me!"

The maid's smile froze, and she said hastily, "Master, I saw you drink half a bowl of porridge just now. Here is a freshly baked cake. Please try it."

Cupcakes?!

Sun Ran rolled his eyes, stood up and opened the door. The maid handed him the cake with both hands and smiled gently at him.

"Thank you." Sun Ran was startled by her stare. He took the cake and closed the door again.

The maid stood outside the door for a moment before turning around and going somewhere else. She looked at her watch, and a smile gradually appeared in her eyes.

Eat, eat, eat more.

After you eat, don't you still have to listen to me? !

Inside the house, Sun Ran happily took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of the cake into his mouth. The dense texture was very delicious, and paired with white chocolate and strawberry-flavored cream, it looked very pleasing.

If there is a disadvantage, it may be the lack of fruit.

Sun Ran took a bite and put the food aside. He didn't like the taste very much. If it was any other flavor, he would eat it up immediately. Unfortunately, it was his least favorite strawberry flavor. Sun Ran sighed and sent a message to Zhong Caiye on his phone, saying that he might not be able to make it.

Zhong Caiye replied after a few minutes, and the two immediately changed to another time. Sun Ran put down his phone and lay quietly on the bed. He blinked, not knowing why he suddenly felt sleepy.

I just woke up not long ago, could it be that I am too tired?

Sun Ran yawned, without thinking too much, buried his head in the quilt and fell asleep.

The figure outside the window flashed by again. After confirming that Sun Ran had fallen asleep, the figure appeared beside the maid leisurely and reported to her, "He's asleep."

The maid touched her chin and glanced at the man, "How much have you eaten? If not, give him some more food, in case he wakes up later. If he sees your face, it will be difficult to deal with."

"Yes."

The man saluted and left through the window again.

The maid crossed her arms, waiting for the person following her to bring her the news she liked. After waiting for so long, she finally waited until Sun Zhaoxu was no longer around. This time, no one could stop her.

Treasure, wait for me!

She couldn't help but smile and raised her hand to touch her face, "Linxuan..."

Who is that?

The souls killed by my sword?

This is ridiculous. She thought Minglang's people were difficult to deal with, but this is the result? It's a waste of effort. If she had known this, she should have taken action when Sun Zhaoxu left.

Not long after, the figure came back again and stood beside her, waiting obediently for the woman's orders.

"Go ahead, but don't make any noise. If you wake up the young master, he won't let you go." The woman drew out the soft blade from her waist, her eyes full of excitement. "I haven't changed my face for a long time, so keep an eye out for the pretty ones."

"Yes."

The two men split into two groups and killed anyone they saw without any humanity at all.

At this time, the sound of fighting was heard from the dead woods not far away.

The leaves were flying everywhere and were cut in half by the knife!

Miles struggled to resist the man's moves. If it were any other time, he would not be at such a disadvantage. But today, for some reason, his abdomen was in unbearable pain, leaving him without the strength to attack.

They could only be forced to resist and retreat step by step.

"Who the hell are you?!" Miles kicked up the mud and sand on the ground with all his might, and took the opportunity when the man raised his hand to block it and rushed forward with a knife.

His kung fu was not bad, but at this moment he could not get close to the opponent. He was almost there, but he was out of energy and fell to his knees at the man's feet with a thud.

"You don't need to know." The man raised his foot and kicked Miles hard in the chest, kicking him against a tree nearby. He raised his hand and stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife. As if it was not enough to vent his anger, he chuckled softly.

"Do you want to see your young master lying on the ground begging for mercy like a dog?!" The man laughed, and his hands were even more ruthless, holding the knife handle and twisting it in the wound. Miles' face turned pale with pain, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he raised his eyes and glared at him fiercely, "You let him beg for mercy, aren't you afraid that my master will come back and cut you and the people behind you into pieces?!"

The man raised his eyebrows, his hands moving non-stop, as if he was painting instead of killing someone. He was actually in a mood to laugh, "Miles, it's okay, I'll let him accompany you when he comes back."

"Pfft!"

"Hmm..." Miles' eyes widened, unable to believe that this was his reaction to hearing Sun Zhaoxu's name.

Who is he...

Master...

I should have let you go...

Sorry.

The man drew his knife and stabbed again fiercely.

It was not until Miles was nailed to the tree that the man wiped his hands in disgust and turned away from this dangerous place.

"Ming Lang, that's all." He shrugged and turned to look at Miles' body, with a hint of mockery in his eyes. "If you want to blame someone, blame your young master for knowing too much. This is why so many of you have been implicated. Don't blame me."

The man stopped laughing and rushed out of the woods.

"Gu Gu!!"

Suddenly, a white dove circled down from the sky and landed on Miles' shoulder.

It tilted its head to look at Miles' bloody face, and circled around his shoulder twice. Seeing that Miles still ignored it, it barked twice and jumped off the ground, as if Miles was still there.

As usual, he grabbed the pendant on Miles' waist and flew into the sky again, heading east.

“Gugu!! Gugu!!”

It looked for its companions everywhere, but found no one responded. The white pigeon flew around the courtyard several times and finally landed on a high branch not far away.

In the courtyard, screams and pleas for mercy were heard continuously, but in the end they were gradually replaced by the sound of swords stabbing into bodies.

Soon, everything returned to silence.

"Gu Gu!!"

The white dove tilted its head and flew high into the sky again, continuing to look for its companions.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the wind carried a hint of blood. The situation in the courtyard was settled, and only the bloodstains that had not been dealt with in time could prove that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

A man gritted his teeth as he treated the wound on his waist, cursing, "Damn it, I knew Minglang's men wouldn't be so easy to deal with. They actually poisoned the knife!"

"Come on, who told you to touch me? Just be thankful that I didn't kill you with my knife!" A man beside him tore off a piece of cloth and treated the man's wound. "Tell me... why did Red Eagle treat that guy so well?"