Her family's god has that serious disease in her head

Chapter 23
She quickly sealed the man's mouth so that he could not make a sound, and then continued to pull out the iron block completely.

The piece of iron was two inches long and had been stained red with blood.

Yan Xiqian hurriedly used spiritual power to mend the wound on the back of the man's head to save his life.

After cleaning the blood on the surface, Yan Xiqian could see clearly the iron block, with strange patterns engraved on it, Yan Xiqian couldn't quite understand it.

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the cell.

Yan Xiqian looked at the door vigilantly, and immediately tousled the hair of the fainted man, unable to see the condition of the back of his head.

As soon as she stuffed the iron block into her arms, someone from outside opened the door and walked in.

It turned out to be Meng Yun.

Yan Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "Why are you here?"

Meng Yundao: "It's your first interrogation today, so I will naturally come to help you."

Yan Xi smiled slightly, and said, "I'm really not good at this. I asked him something, but he didn't answer anything."

Meng Yun had a gentle smile on his face, "These prisoners are all criminals. If you are so soft-hearted, naturally you can't ask anything. Would you like me to help you interrogate?"

Yan Xiqian looked at Meng Yun, she was still the girl from before, why did she always give people a strange feeling in the execution platform?

She didn't know if she was thinking too much, but the smile on Meng Yun's face always made her feel weird.

"Have you interrogated this person before?" Yan Xiqian asked.

A crack flashed across Meng Yun's gentle face, her eyes turned cold, and she said: "That's not true, it's just that when he was captured earlier, he resisted fiercely, and wounds on his body are inevitable."

How can the wounds of fighting and the wounds of torture be confused?
Could it be that Meng Yun is hiding something?
Inexplicably, Yan Xiqian felt that this friend who had been with her for 300 years was a little strange.

She asked again: "How did you find this insider?"

Meng Yun squinted at the man on the ground, and said, "During the search, he ran away in panic and was captured on the spot."

This is even stranger.

If the black shadow that day was able to escape Yan Xiqian's line of sight, it can be seen that he was calm, how could it be that he was chaotic after a mere search?
Yan Xiqian suddenly remembered Meng Yun's broken arm, and she patted her on the shoulder pretending not to.

Although Meng Yun endured it very well, Yan Xiqian still noticed that the moment she touched the opponent's shoulder, the opponent trembled imperceptibly.

Meng Yun looked at her with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Yan Xiqian shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just feel that you have to deal with so many things every day, and it's really hard for you to spare time to help me."

The man smiled softly, "What are you talking about? Why should we be so polite between you and me?"

At this moment, the brighter Meng Yun smiled, the more uneasy Yan Xiqian felt.

Her hands intensified a little bit, but Meng Yun looked at her without any reaction.

Yan Xiqian didn't want to doubt Meng Yun because of a trivial matter, but this matter was really too strange.

Since Meng Yun suddenly begged her to help with the interrogation, now Meng Yun is worried that she is not good at interrogation and comes to help.

It's hard not to arouse suspicion with such inconsistencies.

But Yan Xiqian didn't understand, Meng Yun grew up on the punishment platform and had no connection with the demons, why did he help Rong Sichen?

And she and herself have been good friends for many years, and there is no reason to harm her.

Yan Xiqian couldn't find any flaws, so she could only take a deep breath, thinking that she was thinking too much.

"The prisoner attacked me just now, and I have already knocked him out. I think it's better to interrogate me tomorrow." Yan Xiqian let go of the hand on Meng Yun's shoulder.

Meng Yun seemed a little surprised, and said, "Ah Qian is quite skilled, so don't beat him to death."

After that, she knelt down, supported the prisoner's head and turned him over.

After checking the man's breath, Meng Yun felt relieved, "Fortunately, he's still alive. However, his breath is a bit weak. I think it's better to find someone for diagnosis and treatment."

Yan Xiqian nodded and walked out of the cell.

Meng Yun, who was behind him, pressed twice on the back of the prisoner's head, narrowing his eyes slightly.

When the two walked out of the dungeon, Yan Xiqian finally released her breath-hold, panting heavily.

Meng Yun looked at it and couldn't help laughing: "The smell in the prison is really bad today. Just now I was thinking that Ah Qian could hold his breath, but now I realize that he was holding his breath."

Yan Xiqian smiled awkwardly, "You can't blame me, the smell in there is too disgusting, I hate the stinky smell the most."

After tossing for most of the day, it was already noon.

"Today I specially ordered someone to get two fish back. I'll make fish soup for you. How about it?"

Meng Yun's craftsmanship is naturally too good to speak of.

Yan Xiqian thought of the box of pastries she fed the fish, and felt a little guilty.

So, she nodded and followed Meng Yun to the kitchen to help her.

But in fact...

"Ah!" Yan Xiqian held a kitchen knife in one hand, and the fish on the table was cut with a bloodstain, but it wasn't dead yet. It kept jumping and thumping, even splashing blood on Yan Xiqian's face.

Her appearance made Meng Yun burst out laughing, "Ah Qian really doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with her ten fingers, she can't even kill fish."

Yan Xi blushed slightly, "I've never killed a fish before!"

She threw the kitchen knife in her hand on the table and put it in a mess, "These things are all made by Yan Ci, how can I get them?"

Hearing this, Meng Yun's hand for chopping vegetables froze.

As soon as Qing Yanci was mentioned, Yan Xiqian began to read his words again.

Qing Yanci's cooking is very delicious, and he is very good at catering to Yan Xiqian's taste, which makes Yan Xiqian never forget it.

In the past, Yan Xiqian heard from his mother that if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab a man's stomach.

She didn't have the ability anymore, but Qing Yanci seemed to hold her firmly.

Meng Yun lowered his head and continued to chop the vegetables in his hands, "I never thought that Yan Ci Shangshen would make these things."

Yan Xi was slightly startled, remembering what Tianjun said.

Meng Yun, why did she reject the marriage contract with Qing Yanci back then?

Just when Yan Xiqian was about to ask, Meng Yun suddenly smiled and said, "Ah Qian is really lucky, it seems that Yan Ci Shangshen really likes Ah Qian."

Hearing these words from Meng Yun's mouth, Yan Xiqian inevitably felt uncomfortable.

Meng Yun should have been hiding that matter out of consideration for her feelings.

That being the case, how could she let Meng Yun's painstaking efforts go to waste.

Yan Xi hooked his lips slightly, and said: "Let's not talk about him, this fish... I can't kill it, so I'd better help light it up."

She went around the table, went to the stove, pulled up her gauze skirt, and started to light the fire.

Fortunately, Meng Yun's fire for boiling water hadn't been extinguished just now, so Yan Xiqian added two pieces of wood to it.

(End of this chapter)