The vicious villain is in luck again

An Ran was not interested in knowing what happened to Meng Zifu. He was just a character who was briefly mentioned in the process of learning about the origin of the little princess.

Fortunately, Meng Zifu hid it well before, and the Shao Kingdom simply captured An Ji without publicity. Not many people suspected An Ji's disappearance, which saved An Ji a lot of trouble when he returned home smoothly.

When An Ji returned to the imperial capital according to the plan first arranged by Meng Zifu, he seemed to be fine, but inside he was slowly being hollowed out by the birth and growth of the little princess.

At that time, this matter was done covertly and not many people knew about it, but in order to avoid future troubles, An Ji killed everyone who might know the truth.

Mencius Fu, on the other hand, was completely given up by him.

When he got in touch with Meng Zifu after going through all kinds of hardships, he was in such an embarrassing state, and Meng Zifu saw all of his embarrassing appearance.

How could An Ji let him live?

Mencius Fu would be caught by the Shao people, and it was his intention.

In this way, he does not need to bear any moral blame.

He really has the most poisonous heart in men.

After An Ji returned to the palace in silence, he randomly found a concubine with a low status and no background as the mother of the little princess, and killed the concubine, lying that she died in childbirth to give birth to the little princess.

He imprisoned the little princess in a high tower since she was a child and did not let too many people get close to her. Recalling the humiliating period when Li Shuo was pregnant with the little princess, An Ji did not want to admit that the little princess was his bloodline.

But there was nothing she could do, he was her father after all, so she let the little princess call him father.

Externally, he also needs to create a benevolent father image and rely on the little princess to reverse his violent impression in the eyes of everyone.

In fact, it was because, as the little princess grew up, An Ji became increasingly weak, and no matter how much he wanted to show off his majesty, he had more than enough ambition but not enough power.

Of course, the biggest blow to him was when Xiao Tan committed suicide by jumping out of the window.

It also allowed the little princess to earn a little freedom for herself.

However, from then on, An Ji's supervision of the little princess became even stricter. Except for Bai Xin, she could no longer really come into contact with anyone else for a long time.

Once he senses that the little princess may be caring about others, An Ji will nip the situation in the cradle and eliminate the other person from the source.

Speaking of this, Yin Yang Mirror specifically gave An Ran an example.

"For example, Master, when you came out of the teahouse before, do you still remember that you gave a little beggar a box of tea out of sympathy?" it asked An Ran.

An Ran couldn't help but think of the ending about the little beggar that she had glimpsed in the storybook.

The storybook said that the little beggar died in a ruined temple half a month after getting her tea.

She said calmly, "This is happening, what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Yin Yang Jing turned around, "Do you know what happened to that little beggar later?"

An Ran said calmly and calmly, "Just die."

This made Yin Yangjing, who wanted to whet An Ran's appetite and show off his power, be caught off guard and stunned.

The mirror fell down a little, but was barely stable, and the silver light around it was a little dim.

"Master, how did you know?"

An Ran continued: "My father probably sent someone to kill him."

The Yin Yang Mirror's plan was completely shattered, and the light not only dimmed, but completely dissipated.

It lay limply in An Ran's palm, feebly, "I still want to show off, master. How did you know this?"

"You are so awesome."

An Ran pressed his fingertips on the protruding edge of the yin-yang mirror and smiled, "It's obvious, isn't it? One second you told me that my father wanted to get rid of the other party, and the next second you asked me about the little beggar, it's easy to guess.

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When Yin Yang Mirror thought about this, he regained his energy and stood up in An Ran's hand. A faint silver light lingered around him.

"However, there is one thing I don't understand about the little beggar's death."

An Ran asked, "Why did you die half a month later?"

"I think, given how ruthless my father is, it would definitely be necessary to eradicate the roots. (This chapter is not over yet!)

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The sooner the better, right?"

To explain this, the Yin-Yang Mirror got very excited. It giggled and said, "Master, your question is really good and hits the point."

It floated up from An Ran's hand lively, flew around An Ran's body, and then stopped in front of An Ran, with the white side facing her.

"You also said that An Ji is a ruthless person. He let people follow the little beggar for half a month and watched the child die in pain."

The mist in the mirror gradually dissipated, revealing the scene in front of the teahouse after An Ran left that day.

The child struggled and stretched out a hand, holding on to the mahogany box left by An Ran, and randomly grabbed a piece of cake inside and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fortunately, An Ran opened the lid when he left. Otherwise, seeing how weak the child was, he would have struggled to even open the lid.

After eating several pieces of pastry, the child finally gained some strength. He slowly stood up, closed the lid, and held the mahogany box in his arms.

He was dirty all over, his face and hands were dusty, and his true appearance was completely unrecognizable. Many bruises and scars could be seen on the exposed skin, and he looked like he had been bullied.

When he staggered away holding the box, he looked like a foggy ghost.

It has no roots and no soul, just wandering in the sky and the earth like this, with nowhere to return.

And when the child drifted away, there were a few more sneaky people in An Ran's sight.

An Ran frowned, "Who are these people?"

Bai Xin looked familiar to them, and recalling the scene that day, the memory suddenly became clear, "Princess, they are those gangsters who were watching the excitement."

"Ah?" An Ran thought carefully, "I have no impression."

Bai Xin said: "Princess, it's normal for you not to remember. At that time, you were letting the waiter hold the child and walk out. All your attention was on the child. Those gangsters wanted to follow, but the slave stared at them and stopped them.

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"But they are still standing there watching their own business and refuse to disperse. They probably want to wait for you to leave and take away all the things you gave them from the child."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the Yin-Yang Mirror turned around and pointed the red side at her. The little man inside stood with his waist up, alert, "What are you doing?"

The villain maintained the teapot-shaped posture for a few seconds, and then his linear arms dropped vertically like dropped matches, and his round head dropped dejectedly, "You're right too."

The Yin-Yang Mirror is a little depressing. How come two of them can guess the subsequent development of the matter? Are they going to give it a chance to show off its power as a majestic artifact?

It was rare that Bai Xin's arrogant Yin Yang mirror took the initiative to admit it, and he let out a teasing smile, "This is not simple, anyone with some common sense can think of it."

"Oh." Yin Yangjing answered obediently, seeking truth from facts, "Then I'm not a human being, and I really don't have any common sense. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆·无码综合~~"

While it was talking to Bai Xin, An Ran silently moved to the side that was shining with white light. The scene of ruffians robbing children's things was already playing out in the white mirror.

There was a huge flow of people around the teahouse. Perhaps the gangsters were afraid of making too much noise in this area and did not dare to act openly, so they kept following the children at a short distance.

The child walked around, and if he couldn't stand it any longer, he would eat a piece of tea from the box to replenish his energy. However, he cherished it very much and would not touch it unless absolutely necessary.

Just walking all the way, following all the way, the child finally arrived at the place where he stayed.

A ruined temple that has been abandoned for a long time.

By this time, night had fallen and the sky was filled with stars.

The ruined temple was dark and there was no light at all. The child turned a blind eye and walked in without any fear, blending into the darkness.

The gangsters who were following him wanted to walk up immediately, but after seeing the dark and eerie condition of the ruined temple, they couldn't help but get goosebumps on their bodies.

They stopped in front of the temple. You looked at me and I looked at you. They all hesitated for a moment.

Some people backed down and wanted to give up, but in the end, the bolder ones made the decision.

Isn’t it just a ruined temple without fire? Isn’t it just a weak person? (This chapter is not finished yet!)

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Children like chickens, they have worked hard all day long, how can they give up just because of this timidity in their hearts?

Several people rushed in.

Then, there was no movement.

Until dawn, the morning light entered the ruined temple, and An Ran was able to see what was going on inside the temple.

Several men of different shapes lay twisted on the ground, their eyes closed.

"Are they dead?" An Ran asked subconsciously.

"No." Yin Yang Mirror turned around to catch up with her, and brought the mirror closer to An Ran, "These gangsters usually bully the weak and fear the strong, and are very timid. As soon as they stepped into the ruined temple last night, they

I scared myself to death."

An Ran searched for the child in his sight, "Where is the child?"

"Here it is." The picture in the yin-yang mirror began to zoom in. In a corner not far from the men, the child was curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly with a box in his arms.

The sun gradually dazzled the eyes, shining on the men's faces, stimulating them to wake up from their coma.

One by one, they touched me and I touched you. After realizing that nothing happened to them, they became bold again.

One of them glanced at the sleeping child not far away, and his face became fierce, "Hey, he slept quite well."

Several people walked toward him in a stream, and almost at the same time, several feet stretched out and kicked him hard.

He was kicked so hard that his head hit the ground, making a moderate sound, but he still held the box tightly in his arms.

The child's head was dizzy. He struggled to open his eyes and saw several fierce-looking men surrounding him.

One hand grabbed the box and tried to snatch it out of the child's arms, but was not entirely successful.

Even if the child is a little unconscious, his hands are still firmly holding the box.

Several men looked at each other and kicked him hard. Some of them kicked him in the head until his head was bruised and bloody.

Some people focused on breaking off his hand, only to hear a few crisp sounds, and the child's hand fell softly from the box, obviously unable to use any strength.

The man's face lit up with joy, and he snatched the box away without mercy.

He looked at the box carefully and said to the others, "This box is worth a lot of money. @ESSENTIAL\/书馆·无码first~~"

Now that the box was in hand, the group of people left the ruined temple. They just remembered the incident when they were frightened out by the ruined temple in order to get the box, and they became angry again. Everyone spit on the child bitterly to relieve their anger before leaving.

The child was lying on the ground, motionless, as if dead, but his body was still rising and falling with breathing.

The sun moved slightly and the sun set in the west, but he still didn't move.

There was a heavy rain in the middle of the night, with lightning and thunder. It was like a light rain falling inside the ruined temple, and the child was drowned in a pool of water.

It was only then that he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the falling rain, and slowly opened his mouth.

There were some pastries scattered around him, which had rolled out of the box, but most of them had been trampled to pieces by the gangsters. They were indistinguishable from the dust on the ground, and had been poured by the rain, making them muddy and dirty.

The child squirmed, nibbling at these cakes mixed with plaster and rainwater.

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