Rebirth of the first crazy concubine

Chapter 59
He took the medicine bottle she handed over and put it in his arms, and pulled out a dagger from his cuff. It looked like a very ordinary dagger. The black scabbard was inlaid with dark green gemstones, and the handle was carved from black iron. The wolf head and the wolf teeth are extremely lifelike.

Mu Shiqi's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand to take it. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he pulled out the dagger. There was indeed a small word engraved on the dagger: "Mo!"

The pink lips kissed, and he read it very clearly.

His fingers rubbed the ink-colored handwriting, and his eyes felt a little hot.This is her father's personal dagger, and the ink word is her father's name, and later her father gave the dagger to a destined person, but she never thought that the young man who was destined to save her father would be Duguchen.

"The dagger is beautiful!" Her father's crafting skills are not boasting. In the entire Tang Sect, there have been two talented craftsmen in hundreds of years, one is her father Tang Mo, and the other is her Tang Shiqi.

"The old man gave me a good dagger, so I keep it with me all the time. Your dagger is too blunt." Dugu Chen also sensed that something was wrong with her, but he didn't ask further, because she had too many secrets.

However, if she didn't tell, he wouldn't ask.This is the tacit understanding between the two of them, don't ask, don't talk, and live in peace.

Is that her dagger?She thought it was just a scrap iron fruit knife.The last time she faced Spider Woman, it was this damn dagger that made her jump in anger.If she could use her father's artifact, she would be able to draw eighteen bloodstains on the spider girl's face to relieve the hatred in her heart.

Carefully putting the dagger into her bosom, she seemed to see the scene where her father made a wooden horse for her with the dagger, and her mother was picking peach blossoms beautifully, and was going to make peach blossom wine.

After resting for a while with my eyes closed, I suddenly heard a strong wind blowing outside. The already dilapidated temple, now the broken windows and doors were creaking, and the roof was also lifted with handfuls of grass clippings.The raindrops fell, turning from tick to torrential downpour, everyone reacted quickly and shifted to the back of the stone statue.

During the thunder and lightning, the two little dolls were also awakened by fright.

Fu Bao sat up abruptly and rubbed his eyes: "The Black Dragon God is angry again, bad luck is coming!"

The little doll, who is only a few years old, seems to be possessed by an evil spirit, muttering in his mouth.His eyes are wide open and his eyes are in focus.

"Black Dragon God, will kill a lot of people!"

"Father, I'm afraid!" Deep-rooted fear welled up in my heart in the dark rainy night.The little guy jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards Duguchen who was closest to him, crying loudly, and the strength of the day disappeared.Now the performance is like a normal little baby, there is no need to pretend to be strong, and there is no need to cry alone.

"Master!" Everyone knows Duguchen's withdrawnness, no matter men, women, old or young, it's impossible to get close to him, let alone a dirty little doll.

Everyone was really afraid that he couldn't help kicking this little Fubao out.

Unexpectedly, his complexion remained the same, his big intact hand stroked Fu Bao's back, and his voice was neither high nor low, warm and powerful: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

"Father, tell Fu Bao a story." Fu Bao settled down in his arms and began to act like a baby.

Seeing the embarrassment on his prince's face, He Yu wanted to laugh but suppressed it, telling a story!Thinking about the image of their prince's blood-stained land on the battlefield, and thinking about the scene of holding the little doll and telling stories, he really didn't dare to think about it any more!
Dugu Bo also nestled into Mu Shiqi's arms, and looked at Fu Bao confusedly: "Why does he call my little uncle your father? Is he his little uncle's child?"

He Yu had the urge to wipe away his tears, if the prince could have such a big baby, he would wipe his tears and thank all the great gods, and go to the mountain to offer incense in three steps.

Mu Shiqi felt that sometimes chatting with children was a wasteful thing, for example, now, she spent a long time explaining why Fu Bao lay in Dugu Chen's arms and called his father.

And Dugu Bo, who figured it out, nodded his head obediently.Now that he has Sister Mu, the little uncle will leave it to Fu Bao for the time being.

So, on this rainy night with lightning and thunder, King Chen, who is regarded as the king of ghosts by everyone in Liguo, is holding a child in his arms and telling a story about a farmer and a rabbit. Mu Shiqi couldn't help but listen to his deep, deep, magnetic voice. .He has a high nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows flying slantingly into a few strands of black hair at the corners of his temples.What she couldn't help but look at was his expression at this time, which was sincere and serious.

The thunderstorm came and went quickly. In the early morning of the next day, the air was filled with the fragrance of the mud after the rain. Mu Shiqi stood in the morning light and twisted his neck, ready to set off for the Black Forest.

Que Ming had already gone to scout the road, and she probably knew the distance. If she and Que Ming performed well, they should be able to get back before dark.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Dugu Bo showed a face of reluctance. This kid was instilled by Fubao yesterday in too many horror legends about the Black Dragon God in the Black Zelin, and his little face became tangled up. He understood the reason. But I just can't bear it.

Mu Shiqi took out the gadgets he made in the carriage for the past few days and gave it to him. It was a small wooden sword, and the small, cute and round handle was carved into a cute little fish.Three or four-year-old children just hold it and play with it.But envious of Fu Bao, Dugu Bo finally waved off Mu Shiqi with Xiao Yujian all the way.

Heizelin was very close to the ruined temple where they were, and the two of them arrived at the entrance after performing light kung fu for a while.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary forest, but when you go deep into the inside, you will find giant trees that grow vigorously in rainy areas.There is plenty of sunshine and rain, and the trees, flowers and plants are more lush and lush than other places. The roots of the trees are intricately intertwined, like octopuses licking the ground, and their long tentacles penetrate into the water.

From time to time, a few otters, water voles, or a few frogs and toads came out, and of course there were spiders and weird bugs that made Quering still have lingering fears.

The deeper you go, the more rugged the road is, and the intertwined tree roots and trunks have no regularity at all, which is more strenuous than walking on flat ground.Que Ming carried the various tools that Mu Shiqi had prepared in advance to open the way ahead. Thanks to being Dugu Chen's hall master, he was not in a hurry, panting, arrogant or impatient, and he was completely in control of the overall situation.

The natural keen observation coupled with the experience accumulated in the later period allowed them to travel unimpeded along the way.

Mu Shiqi had absolute trust in him, and followed him closely without saying a word.

In fact, Que Ming has long admired this girl. Along the way, she took good care of Xiao Bo and was ruthless when retreating from the enemy. She still followed him silently while enduring the pain.He is good at light work, He Yu and the others said that he walked like a gust of wind, and now he was worried about the prince, so he slowed down his pace, but this girl was always only three steps away from him.

(End of this chapter)