Daliang female chief assistant

Hearing that all the brothers who followed her died, except Qiu Min and the young soldier.

Zhou Shu slammed the table hard.

Eyes full of pain looked at Wang Youxian and Qiu Min on the side.

No wonder when they found themselves and Wen Yuting, no matter how much she asked, they refused to tell her what happened to those brothers.

It turned out that they all died together.

He raised his head and closed his eyes tightly.

Desperately suppress the churning emotions in his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the fundus of his eyes was innocent, with an invincible firmness.

She can no longer be so weak, and can't let the brothers who follow her get hurt again.

Let someone help the young soldier go down to recuperate, and turn his head to meet Shang Qiumin's eyes.

Suddenly thought of something.

"Qiu Min, why didn't you get poisoned after I separated from you?"

Qiu Min didn't show any guilty expression on his face, he replied honestly: "Young master, I was walking in the front at that time, and when I heard the sound and realized something was wrong, I had already separated from you, and the torch in my hand was about to burn out. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the fog in front of my eyes dissipated. I saw General Wang who came to look for us. Then I reconciled with him and told us what happened in the Misty Forest. , when we rushed back the same way, only..."

Although they hurried back immediately, it was too late.

The brothers were covered in blood, lying on the ground in a state of death.

Only Jiang Heng was seriously injured and stood there dumbfounded.

Jiang Heng was the young soldier whom Zhou Shu asked to be helped down to recuperate just now.

Qiu Min's words hurt Zhou Shu's heart again.

Her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly.

Taking a deep breath, he continued: "At that time, the officer felt that there was smoke in the fog, and wanted to remind you to be careful, but suddenly someone cut the back of the neck, and when he woke up, the officer was with the young master."

"Now I just don't know what the little duke met in the foggy mountains."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yuting walked in from the outside.

Walk calmly and carelessly.

"What Benhou and Master Zhou saw is the same."

As soon as he spoke, he saw Zhou Shu couldn't wait to ask further questions, and was interrupted by him.

"Master Zhou, I know you are impatient, but there are so many mysteries at the moment, we still need to think long-term."

As he spoke, he took out a token from his pocket and showed it to Zhou Shu and Wang Youxian.

Wang Youxian stared at the token seriously for a moment, and suddenly said "Huh".

When he wanted to take a closer look, Wen Yuting withdrew his hand and put the token into his sleeve.

"Master Zhou, you are well-informed and knowledgeable, do you know if there is any way to make the mountains foggy all the year round?"

Hearing this, Zhou Shu pondered for a while, "Xiaguan once saw a method to make a smoke bomb in a book, but I have never tried it."

Immediately, she realized the reason for Wen Yuting's question.

He shook his head again and again.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If the perennial fog on Wuwu Mountain is man-made, how much manpower, material and financial resources will it cost?"

This is simply incredible.

But Wen Yuting only hooked his lips with a smile that was not a smile, neither refuted nor defended.

After a long time, Zhou Shucai said again: "Young Master, I would like to know why you have such an idea? Could it be that you found something on the foggy mountain?"

Wen Yuting shook his head.

He didn't discover anything, but sometimes, if he doesn't discover, he discovers.

It was like the misty forest they entered by mistake, and they were sent to him on purpose.

All of this is too coincidental, and the coincidence is a bit weird.

"Master Zhou, why don't you make a bet with me?" He said suddenly.

Zhou Shu was puzzled, "What bet?"

"You and I will bet, how many days will it take to find those looted supplies?"

He spoke calmly, as if he had a well-thought-out look.

Zhou Shu didn't understand what medicine he was selling in this gourd, and frowned with disapproval on his face.

"Young Master, this matter is too important to be trifled with."

"Lord Zhou, how do you know that Benhou is joking with you?" Wen Yuting asked back.

His brows were stretched, and his black eyes were shining brightly.

Silent, but it makes people feel at ease.

Oddly enough, Zhou Shu nodded.

"Okay, I will bet with the young master."

Hearing this, Wen Yuting laughed heartily, and stretched out his right palm in front of Zhou Shu.

Zhou Shu didn't react for a while, and said "ah".

Wen Yuting raised his eyebrows, motioning for her to high-five him.

"Master Zhou, don't you want to go back on your word?" Seeing that she was still not moving, she provocatively spoke out.

Once a gentleman speaks a word, it is hard to chase after a horse.

Zhou Shu stretched out his right hand to give him a high five, once, twice, three times...

The third time, her fingertips were caught.

Regardless of Wang Youxian and others still present, Wen Yuting tilted his head and looked suspiciously at her hand.

"Master Zhou, your hands are really small and delicate, white and flawless, no different from a woman's."

His behavior is bold, and his words are even more astonishing.

Zhou Shu was frightened by his words, and his heart jumped violently.

She pressed the twitching eyebrows, trying to calm down her flustered expression.

He retracted his hand indifferently, and said with a smile: "Young Master, you are joking about taking down the official again."

"Whether it's a joke or not, Mr. Zhou knows it well." He meant it.

Zhou Shu was shocked in his heart, but he had a serious look on his face.

Unperturbed.

"Young Master, the lower official suddenly feels unwell, so I will take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Wen Yuting's ambiguous eyes, he called "Qiu Min" and left as if fleeing.

Although she tried her best to restrain the panic in her heart, the back of her fleeing in a hurry betrayed her.

Wen Yuting stared at her back thoughtfully, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile that was inevitable.

Zhou Shu, you still showed your flaws.

Zhou Shu, who had just stepped out of the main hall, suddenly staggered. She stiffened her back and did not dare to turn her head. She tidied up quickly and fled in a hurry.

All the way back to his own room in a state of embarrassment, and sat in the chair as if collapsed.

He raised his head, gasping for breath.

Seeing her like this, Qiu Min worriedly poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

"My son, what's the matter with you? Have some tea."

The steaming hot tea poured into his belly, and Zhou Shu's flustered mood calmed down a little.

"I'm fine, you go down first."

"Yes." Qiu Min hesitated, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, but seeing her tired face, he didn't say anything, and went down.

The door creaked, opened and then quickly closed.

Zhou Shu looked down at the clean and tidy desk.

After a long time, she let out a breath slowly, and took out a black box from the hidden compartment under the desk.

Open it, take out a small porcelain bottle, and pour out a small black pill.

After hesitating for a moment, he sent the small pill down his throat.

Not long after, her face suddenly changed.

Painfully clutching his chest, the other hand was propped up on the desk, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

His face was pale and dripping with cold sweat.

Zhou Shu gritted his teeth and endured all this.

Gradually, there was a bloody smell in the mouth, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth.

She growled in pain.

After about half a cup of tea, the pain in my body finally eased.

She let out a heavy breath, supported her body, and put the black box back into the dark compartment with difficulty.

At this moment, Zhou Hui's caring voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"A Ci, are you sick again?"