Space pretty doctor girl

Chapter 1667 Conditions?
Rong Bing took another big gulp, and didn't dare to drink the rest of the water. Although she would have a cornbread and a bowl of water to drink every once in a while, she was afraid that she would ask for an extra bowl of water because of this meal. It will be extended, and if there is enough water next time, she will dare to really drink it.

After eating the cornbread and drinking water, Rong Bing felt a little sleepy. I don’t know how long I’ve been locked in this room. It’s always dark here. The only light is the oil lamp on the table. It’s also delivered once a day. I can't see my fingers.

A Wotou is not enough to eat at all, in order not to make himself too hungry, Rong Bing lay down most of the time.Today was also the same, after eating cornbread and drinking more water than usual, Rong Bing lay back on the straw pile, hoping that the next meal of cornbread would not be too late.

Rong Bing was lying down in a daze, when he heard another sound coming from the small window, Rong Bing sat up suspiciously, looked at the small window, and saw something protruding from the small hole, because it was too dim to see clearly , but it didn't look like corn bread, Rong Bing walked there slowly.

I smelled a tangy aroma before I got close. Is it a chicken leg?Rong Bing's saliva flowed down from the deliciously stewed chicken legs. He stepped forward and grabbed the chicken legs and bit them. After a few bites, he ate up the chicken legs. When he was still relishing, another chicken leg came in along the small window, Rong Bing She almost suspected that she was dreaming, but the smell of the chicken leg and the satisfaction in her stomach made her clear that it was not a dream, so she quickly brought the chicken leg over again, this time she didn't gobble it up, but chewed it slowly in her hand Pharynx, I hope this chicken leg can be eaten for a long time.

Rong Bing finished eating the chicken leg again, and saw another chicken leg protruding in from the small window, but this time Rong Bing didn't dare to reach out, after suffering for a long time, she was afraid that all benefits would be sugar-coated cannonballs, who knew who would give the chicken leg What kind of heart do you have?

Jiang Caiyue stretched out the chicken legs outside for a while, seeing that Rong Bing didn't reach out to pick it up, she said in a low voice, "What? Are you afraid it might be poisonous?"

Rong Bing didn't say anything, but the meaning was obvious, that he was afraid of being poisoned.Jiang Caiyue laughed and said, "I poisoned you and put it in chicken legs? You can poison in any water you drink or cornbread you eat."

"What's your purpose?" Rong Bing's face changed when he heard this. The people outside were right. If you want to poison her, you don't have to wait until you poison her chicken legs, but she has suffered for so long. What is she eating chicken legs for?
Jiang Caiyue said: "Don't worry, take the chicken legs, otherwise there will be no chicken legs to eat in the future."

After all, Rong Bing was saving his life. Hearing this, he hesitated and took the chicken leg. There was no hope for resistance, so he could only take one step at a time.

Jiang Caiyue was satisfied, "You are obedient now. I heard that you can make a weapon called a gun? If you draw the blueprint for me, I will send you a chicken leg every day from now on."

Rong Bing's originally tense heart calmed down because of Jiang Caiyue's words, as long as she has plans for her, she can negotiate terms. With so many good things in her mind, is she afraid of losing her life?

Rong Bing said: "Let me draw blueprints, but I also have conditions. At least I can't live in this kind of place in the future, right? As long as you let me live comfortably, I still know a lot of good things. I will tell you."

"Then you just stay here!" The small window closed with a 'snap', and Rong Bing didn't realize it for a while, did she promise her?Still didn't promise her?I heard the people outside say: "It's this time and you still have to talk about conditions. You don't have to paint, and every day from now on, you won't even have a cornbread."

(End of this chapter)