Jun Zhao always liked to take off his mask in bed, revealing his true face to scare her.

Seeing Mu Luan's pale face and her pitiful appearance of huddling in the bed, Jun Zhao sneered, grabbed her snow-white wrist, leaned close to her, looked at her, and kissed her.

Not until the fear disappeared from those moist peach blossom eyes and they were filled with a slight tremor of impatience did Jun Zhao calmly swallow the person into his stomach.

After a long time, Mu Luan got used to that scarred face and gradually stopped being afraid of it. Occasionally, she would even feel an inexplicable pity for him.

The scar looked like it was drawn by a sharp claw, and it was so deep that the bone was visible. If it had been closer, half of his facial bones would have been torn off.

Mu Luan was horrified as to what kind of dangerous weapon could injure Jun Zhao so seriously.

But seeing the claw marks left by Qiongqi on the wall just now and Jun Zhao's current situation, the answer is already obvious.

Were those claw marks left by Qiongqi?

Mu Luan's throat was dry and her chest felt heavy as if it was being pressed by a heavy object.

She asked the guard beside her in a hoarse voice, "Is he... is he dead?"

The guards looked at each other, somewhat at a loss for the current situation, and replied with a slight fist: "Miss, she is not dead!"

Mu Luan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the air stuck in her chest suddenly flow smoothly.

It was just that there was silence all around and something was wrong.

Mu Luan slowly put her hand down and saw that the guards' eyes were all focused on her.

She turned around in confusion and saw a dark glass lantern that had lit up at some point.

The warm light illuminated the slightly dim private room and was reflected in Mu Luan's bright eyes.

The silent boy in the cage also raised his eyes and looked upwards at this time.

The bead curtain floated and penetrated the gap. Wu's heavy eyes fell on the slender white figure, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

She tilted her head slightly, the veil on her face concealing her features, but he could still imagine those beautiful eyes with trembling eyelashes.

With a layer of fluffy orange-gold fire covering his body, he stood in the greedy and corrupt gambling house, driving away thousands of evil spirits, and was as clean as a god who saved all living beings.

Tsk, it’s her!

Mu Luan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why they were all staring at the glass lamp.

But she still remembered that she had accidentally pulled something because she was too panicked just now.

Perhaps that is why the lantern lit up.

She lowered her eyes and looked cautiously into the deep pit, but unexpectedly met the face that was raised up.

Mu Luan was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his gaze indifferently. The atmosphere around him was very wrong.

She looked at the guard beside her and asked, "What's going on?"

A guard was obviously embarrassed and replied hesitantly, "Miss, this gambling house holds a ball fight every month. The balls are not ordinary balls, but prisoners, criminal slaves.

There is a life and death lamp on the second and third floors. The powerful people in Youming Inn will come to "watch the game" on this day.

The life of a criminal slave is not worth mentioning, but if a noble person lights the life and death lamp, it means that this criminal slave has the protection of the Qionglong and is saved, and will not fall into the mouth of Qiongqi, but..."

Before the guard could finish his words, the distant voice sounded again, but this time it came from the bottom of the pit.

"It's really interesting. If I remember correctly, this life and death lamp hasn't been lit for more than 20 years."

The clear voice suddenly changed again, and she asked charmingly, "Are you willing?"

It was obvious that these words were directed at Jun Zhao.

Mu Luan frowned and looked at the man in the cage, feeling an inexplicable ominous premonition in her heart.

The man's black eyes were like deep pools, staring at Mu Luan without blinking, and his knuckles probed into his sleeves.

With that petite figure, I wonder how many blows he can take.

The man nodded slowly under Mu Luan's complicated gaze.

Before Mu Luan could figure out what Jun Zhao was thinking, the private room was opened from the outside and four or five people wearing evil ghost masks came in.

Mu Luan was panicking for no reason. The servants stepped forward to protect him and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

The leader was dressed in a dark purple robe, but no one expected that this so-called noble person was actually a woman.

Although I can't see her face clearly, it's not difficult to tell from her graceful figure that she must be a beauty.

He stroked his chin, his eyes falling on Mu Luan unscrupulously.

He chuckled, pointed at the life and death lamp above Mu Luan's head, and said kindly: "Could it be that this is not the life and death lamp that the nobleman lit?"

Mu Luan pulled his outer robe tightly around him and hid his face in the hood, but he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

Even though the Life and Death Lamp was lit accidentally, it was a blessing that Jun Zhao was not seriously injured by Qiongqi.

If she told the truth, Jun Zhao would probably fall into the tiger's mouth again, and given his crazy nature, he would inevitably hold this account on her.

If she admitted it, even if she saved Jun Zhao, it would be difficult to offset his future murderous deeds. Judging from the current situation, she was afraid that she would be getting into trouble for nothing.

But it is a human life after all. She has never been as cruel as Jun Zhao and would never watch someone die.

The thought passed quickly, and Mu Luan nodded and admitted, "I ordered it."

The leader looked as if he understood, stepped aside to make way, and said politely, "Then please go in."

Mu Luan brushed away the guard in front of her, paused for a moment, then walked out, trying her best to walk more naturally.

But as soon as she left the private room, the guards behind her were stopped. Seeing that the guards were about to take action, Mu Luan hurriedly stopped them and said, "Wait for me here."

This is their territory. If a real fight breaks out, even if her guards are able to outnumber ten to one, it would be extremely difficult for them to escape from Youming Inn.

Using force is the worst option and a dead end.

third floor.

It was so hard to put on a prisoner-fighting show, but it was ruined by a woman. Naturally, some people were upset.

"Who dares to ruin our good deeds?" Xu Chang returned to the room, tore off the mask on his face and threw it heavily to the ground.

The mask shattered into pieces in an instant.

What he didn't expect was that the little beast actually agreed!

"You don't want to be my family's person, but you want to make love with a young lady. You are such a slut. Someone, come here!"

Xu Chang's eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and he shouted angrily: "Check for us, we want to find out who that bitch is, how dare she snatch the meat from us!"

"Yes," the follower bowed and accepted the order.

Mu Luan didn't know that she had been targeted. After she left the private room, she was taken out of the gambling house and into a magnificent pavilion.

The guide pushed open a door, waited for Mu Luan to walk in, and said with a bow, "The water is ready, you can take a bath and change clothes first."

"Bathe and change clothes?"

Mu Luan suddenly opened her eyes wide and was about to ask what was going on when the door behind her was closed from the outside.

Mu Luan was panicked for a moment, her heart pounding. She tried to calm herself down and told herself not to panic.

In the previous life, I followed Jun Zhao and experienced all kinds of scary scenes. Now that I am born again, can the methods used by Youming Inn be as bloody as Jun Zhao's?

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