The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

From a distance, it seems that this is a unique landscape, standing out from the crowd, but few people go to this pavilion.

Jun Zhao was thrown on the ground casually like a piece of dead meat. A person was sitting at a table not far away.

The man was wearing a dark green robe. He crossed his feet and leisurely picked up the teacup on the table. He twisted the tea lid with his orchid fingers and gently brushed away the tea foam before taking a small sip.

He looked up at Jun Zhao who was struggling to get up and said, "How is it, have you thought it through? This is your last hope!"

Although he looked like a handsome young man, his voice was unusually shrill, and he didn't even have an Adam's apple...

Jun Zhao seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries. Blood was still oozing from the corners of his mouth, and veins were bulging on his hands as he supported himself on the ground. However, his lowered head concealed his increasingly dark eyes.

He supported his knee with one hand, sitting in a half-kneeling position. When he raised his eyes again, they were calm. "Thank you for your kindness, Eunuch Xu. I am not worthy of it."

"Pah", Xu Chang threw the teacup in his hand onto the table, and said with a gloomy face: "We are giving you a chance, you can be my concubine, which is much better than living like a ghost in Youming Inn.

If you serve me well, I might even be happy to say a few good words about you in front of the Fourth Prince. Then you won't have to worry about not having mountains of gold and silver, power and status. Are you really not going to consider it again?"

For a long while, Jun Zhao remained in the same posture but did not speak again. The answer was obvious.

Xu Chang put down his legs, took a deep breath, and looked up at the person next to him.

The men standing by immediately understood what had happened. Two of them stepped forward and kicked Jun Zhao on the shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, without saying a word.

Jun Zhao fell to the ground suddenly, and before he could get up again, a pair of golden boots stepped hard on his face, deforming it.

Jun Zhao did not resist anymore and stared at the two guards with a cold gaze.

"Since there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, there is no door to hell but you insist on breaking in.

Then don't blame me for being cruel, it's a pity to ruin this pretty face."

Xu Chang sneered and ordered, "Make arrangements. Let him perform the next show of the battle between man and beast. We want to see with our own eyes whether his bones are harder or that precious tooth is harder."

Soon, Jun Zhao was taken to the basement floor of the Basilica by two fat, ferocious-looking men.

The dirty stone steps extended all the way to the depths of the underground, and one gloomy dungeon after another gradually emerged before one's eyes.

There were many unkempt and ragged people in the dungeon, including men, women, old people and children.

The only similarity between them was that they sat in the cage with numb faces, looking at the sky or the ground, as if their souls had been taken away, and there was deathly silence.

Jun Zhao was imprisoned in a dark cell in the corner, which was infested with rats and insects, and was damp and dark.

But for some reason, ever since he came in, the palm-sized rats that had been jumping around arrogantly suddenly became quiet, and even hid far away, for fear of making any sound.

Jun Zhao had no interest in other people. He just glanced at them, covered his chest, found a place to stay, leaned against the mottled wall, and slowly sat down.

His eyes, like black ice, gradually closed, concealing the sinister murderous intent, and his body remained motionless, as if blending into the darkness.

The dirty fingertips twisted gently, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, those quiet eyes moved, and then slowly opened.

He reached into the secret opening of the waist belt, fumbled around for a while, and quickly took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle.

There is a peach blossom carved on the bottle, and some obvious small words.

Such a delicate and pink thing is obviously something that belongs to a girl.

Jun Zhao was very patient. He repeatedly rubbed the small characters with his fingertips and soon got the answer.

It’s Mu.

There are not many people with the surname Mu in the capital, and he has an agile master protecting him, so his identity should be easy to find out.

The small porcelain bottle still carried the faint fragrance of the woman.

That fragrance was different from the fragrance of the women swaying in the wind in Youming Inn.

Instead, there was a faint body fragrance that was inexplicably pleasant.

Jun Zhao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and brought the porcelain bottle to his nose and sniffed it again.

It seems that this dark and smelly place is not so difficult to stay in.

General's Mansion, Shaoguangyuan.

The maid Yinxin was cleaning the room while looking around for something.

When I helped the young lady change her clothes in the morning, I didn't see the small medicine bottle that the young lady carried with her. It was really strange.

As he was searching, he saw the moon-white cloak thrown aside, so he thought of washing it and hanging it up.

However, the cloak shook in his hand, and the clear bloody marks of five fingers appeared before his eyes.

Yin Xin screamed subconsciously, and hurried to the yard, and said to her young lady who was walking under the tree: "Miss, why is there such a bloody palm print on your clothes?"

At that time, Mu Luoheng happened to pass by the courtyard. Upon hearing this, he quickened his pace and walked towards Mu Luan.

Mu Luan also saw Mu Luoheng's expression suddenly change, and hurriedly said to Yin Xin: "What bloody palm print? It's just that I spilled the red ink when I was painting yesterday, and it accidentally stained my hands and rubbed on my robes."

As she was speaking, Mu Luoheng had already walked up to her. Mu Luan hurriedly and secretly winked at Yin Xin, asking her to leave.

Yinxin misunderstood and thought that the young lady asked her to wash the clothes quickly. After all, this moon-white cloak was the young lady's favorite.

She placed the cloak in the crook of her arm, bowed to the eldest son, and then hurriedly took the clothes to deal with it.

When Mu Luan saw Yin Xin taking the robe away, she suddenly felt relieved.

She went out yesterday without telling her family.

If my mother, father and brother knew about this, not only did I sneak out of the house and go to the Youming Inn, causing them to be frightened, I would also inevitably be scolded.

Moreover, Jun Zhao's identity is special, so the fewer people who know about it, the better. Otherwise, given Jun Zhao's madness, she is really afraid of being retaliated against in the future.

But when I looked up at Mu Luoheng, I found that his eyes were still on the cloak.

Could it be that he discovered something?

Mu Luan was startled, and quickly calmed down. She raised her eyes and smiled, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, big brother. Yin Xin has always been like this, always noisy."

Mu Luoheng retracted his gaze, raised his hand and pinched Mu Luan's little face, "You are not a worry-free girl, how could you get ink all over your clothes."

Mu Luan was afraid that her elder brother, who was always smart, would notice something, so she quickly said, "I already said it was an accident. Big brother, why don't you give me another cloak?"

That blood-stained cloak was exactly what Mu Luoheng had personally selected and bought as a gift for Mu Luan a month ago, and it was destroyed by Jun Zhao just like that!

Mu Luoheng chuckled and shook his head, "You little rascal, so that's what you were thinking. If you wanted new clothes, you could have told me or asked someone to notify Wei Xin. Why are you thinking about it alone?"

"My eldest brother is always very busy, and I am afraid of causing trouble for him," Mu Luan said with some embarrassment, lowering his head.