Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 250 I will never die if I can’t find Ah Nuan (1)
When a long white light pierced from between the blades of the sword, leaving only a crumbling lantern on the entire Mo, the clanging sound stopped, and the fierce cold wind brought by the sword energy also subsided.

Lou Yuan stood with his back against the pavilion behind him, and the only wind lamp was shaking slightly under the eaves behind him, flickering on and off.

Lou Yuan's expression remained unchanged, he was very pale, and the hand holding Hei Lin trembled slightly.

Si Jixia stood facing him, a foot away from him, his expression unchanged, still cold, even his breathing was steady, as if he hadn't exerted any force just now, the tip of the sword Still facing the building far away.

Lou Yuan smiled lightly, rolled the black Lin in his hand back around his waist, the hilt of the sword was a buckle, it looked like it was really just a belt, no one would have guessed that it was a sharp sword that could kill people.

After Lou Yuan rolled Hei Lin back around his waist, he looked at Si Jixia, and put on the smile he had been looking for, and said: "Your Excellency's move is deadly, Lou really doesn't know what Lou did. What made Shizi want to take Lou's life so much?"

Si Jixia didn't take back his sword, nor did he move his cold eyes away from Lou Yuan's face, but even his voice was as cold as ice, "Give me back Ah Nuan."

Lou Yuan stared at Si Jixia, suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly, and laughed out loud, "Hehe, Your Majesty thinks it was Lou who caught Miss Eight?"

Si Jixia was silent.

"The son is very smart, but the son is wrong. The eighth miss is not in Lou's hands, and Lou is not involved in the disappearance of the eighth miss. Lou can swear by a certain master in Lou." Lou Yuan smiled deeply.

Si Jixia stared into Lou Yuan's eyes for a long time, then lowered the sword in his hand, walked to Lou Yuan's side, picked up the scabbard on the ground with his feet, and the scabbard was lifted into the air, and Si Jixia seemed to casually throw the scabbard on the ground. Stretching the long sword forward in his hand, the sword went into the sheath, and then he turned and left without even looking at Lou Yuan.

When he walked to the place where he stood just now, Lou Yuan's voice that always seemed to be smiling sounded behind him, "My son's heart is already in confusion, and if he can't calm down, he can't imagine who is in the hands of Eighth Miss."

Si Jixia seemed not to have heard Lou Yuan's words, and left Moshang Lanshan without stopping or stamping his feet.

He believes what Lou Yuan said.

And Lou Yuan's words are not wrong, his heart has been in chaos, his position has been in chaos, from the moment he heard that Ah Nuan disappeared, his heart has been in chaos, so chaotic that he can't calm down at all. He calmed down to think about the matter and guessed who would be in the hands of Ah Nuan. He was so confused that he didn't even know where he had to go to find his Ah Nuan.

Anyone could snatch his Nuan away.

His heart was so confused that he couldn't figure out where Ah Nuan was, but he still had his sword and his crossbow, but his heart couldn't find it, so he asked his sword and his crossbow to help him find it. He went and searched all the places he could think of for Ah Nuan, even if the entire capital was overthrown, he would still have to find his Ah Nuan, if he couldn't find Ah Nuan, it wouldn't matter if the whole Nanshu Kingdom was overthrown!
But even if it was right, Si Jixia at this moment could no longer listen to anyone's words.

Under the dim night, blood overflowed from the corner of Si Jixia's mouth again. This time, he still shrugged his shoulders to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, but this time he wiped the corner of his mouth clean, and the blood overflowed again.

As long as he moved his lips a little, he could see that his lips were also oozing red, as if his mouth was full of sweet blood at the moment.

After leaving the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, Si Jixia bowed slightly, tilted his head, spat out the blood in his mouth, wiped the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand, and continued walking forward, as if nothing had happened.

On the ground behind him, the blood he spit out just now bloomed into a flower in the night, the petals were scarlet, but the heart was a bit black.

The direction he was going was the east of the city.

Right Prime Minister’s Mansion, Moshang is in the dark.

It wasn't until Si Jixia left that Lou Yuan took a few steps back, leaned his back against the pillar behind him, and breathed heavily.

Suddenly, a masked black shadow appeared on the high courtyard wall like a ghost, fell into the courtyard, and walked towards the building.

Lou was far from surprised.

He only heard the black shadow walking towards Louyuan and said: "You actually told the shadow guard in advance, did you know that I would come tonight?"

The voice was calm and familiar.

"You will definitely come." Lou Yuan didn't move, just smiled.

The black figure walked in front of Lou Yuan, and his calm voice was filled with surprise, "Injured? Who can hurt you?"

When Soi Ying said this, he pulled down the black scarf covering his face.

Ordinary in appearance, but with a refined air.

It was Bai Fu the luthier!

Lou Yuan was indeed injured, not on his face or body, but on his hands.

Lou Yuan raised his right hand hanging by his side, moving slowly, and moved his hand to his eyes.

On the back of his white hand and slender five fingers, there were actually small scratches, each wound was a thin line of blood, but it was just a line of blood, the wound was not deep, not much blood, but The wound was not shallow, so that the blood lines seemed to be deeply embedded in his skin and would not fade away for a long time.

However, if you don't look carefully, you won't find these small wounds all over the back of his hand.

When Bai Fuqin master saw the dense blood line on Lou Yuan's right hand, his eyes were even more surprised, and he couldn't believe it: "Who can hurt your hand?"

Lou Yuan smiled softly, "And it's still my hand holding the sword."

Master Bai Fu was even more surprised. He frowned slightly and stared at Lou Yuan closely. He saw that Lou Yuan turned his back on the pillar behind him, straightened up, lowered his hands, and said, "You've seen this man before."

Bai Fu luthier was silent, his brows tightened, and he said, "It's him, the son of King Yi?"

Lou Yuan didn't answer, just smiled, turned around and walked into the pavilion, said: "Sit in the room, otherwise you will say that I am not good at hospitality."

Looking at Lou Yuan's back, Bai Fu, the luthier, seemed to let out a sigh before he walked into the pavilion.

The charcoal fire in the charcoal stove in the house is burning vigorously, and the room is very warm.

Lou Yuan paused when he walked past the round table with food in the hall, "The food is cold, don't eat it, I don't think you came here hungry, Bai Fu."

Bai Fuqin master said: "What if I really came here hungry?"

"Then be hungry."

"This is how you treat guests after seven years of absence?" Bai Fu luthier looked calm.

"Who am I? Haven't you always been clear about it?" Lou Yuan asked back, reaching for the jug on the table, and walked towards the direction of the Nuan Pavilion, "Sit in the Nuan Pavilion, and bring the wine glass here."

Bai Fuqin master glanced at the round table in front of him, and saw two white porcelain wine cups placed on it, as if Lou Yuan knew that someone would come and prepared it, reached out to pick up the wine cups, and followed behind Lou Yuan .

(End of this chapter)