Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 560 The person you want is my woman (2)
Who would choose to play a wind lantern that is about to go out?

Mo Zijian didn't think about this question, and he would never think about it.

So he would never know that the lamp was lit for him, a lamp that... was about to go out.

Mo Zijian's footsteps were fast, but the footsteps of the man with the lantern on the other side of the veranda were not too fast or slow.

When he got close, Mo Zijian saw clearly who was holding the lantern. It was a tall man wearing a cloak with the hood pulled low on his head. He was very low, and his head was also low, so that Mo Zijian couldn't see his face at all. He could only tell from his figure that it was a man.

a man?In the middle of the night, there was a man in the apse of Fanglan Palace, which even he rarely set foot in! ?

Mo Zijian stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the man with the lantern also stopped.

And before Mo Zijian opened his mouth to scold, he made a sound, his voice was cold, as cold as frost and snow in winter, without any warmth.

Only the man said: "The Ninth Prince is in such a hurry, but is he going to meet the woman on the arrest warrant?"

"Who are you!?" The Ninth Prince's face turned cold, and he shouted, "How do you know!?"

"Of course I know." I saw the man slightly raised his hand holding the lantern pole, lifted the hood on his head, and his voice couldn't be colder, "Because the person the Ninth Prince wants to see, or the Ninth Prince The person I want is my woman."

Mo Zijian looked at the other party's handsome but cold face in the dim light of the fire, his heart suddenly trembled for no reason, and he still shouted with his lofty and supercilious attitude: "Who are you!?"

"Heh..." Si Jixia smiled coldly, "The Ninth Prince only remembers his wife, but he doesn't remember me at all. It seems that the Ninth Prince really misses his wife."

"It's inappropriate for the Ninth Prince to be so concerned about a married woman." Si Jixia suddenly let go of his hand, and the wind lantern in his hand fell to the ground, and the long pole hit the ground with a "climb" sound. There was a sound, the candle in the wind lantern fell, and the flames burned to the thin lampshade, and the lampshade caught fire instantly, and the thin flame brightened in an instant, Si Jixia's pale face was gloomy under the light of the fire The cold air is like hell Shura.

Si Ji Xia Mingming just accidentally dropped a wind lantern, and he hadn't done anything yet, Mo Zijian felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the tip of his heart, which made him shudder.

"What do you want to do!?" For a moment, Mo Zijian forgot to think about why this person appeared in Fanglan Palace.

Si Jixia was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, and even answered Mo Zijian's question very patiently: "Naturally, I came to put an end to Ninth Prince's shameless and unreasonable thoughts."

"Hahaha——" Mo Zijian suddenly regained his arrogance, "Joke, you don't even look where this is, you can come, but you can't get out!"

"Your woman, I will make her cry under my Highness!" The smile on the corner of Mo Zijian's mouth suddenly became ferocious, and at the same time, he pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed at Si Jixia's neck go!

When Mo Zijian smiled triumphantly and watched the dagger instantly cut a beautiful arc on Si Jixia's neck, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and he didn't even need the blink of an eye. It's empty!
The dagger that was supposed to slit Si Jixia's throat in his hand was now in Si Jixia's hands!
Mo Zijian's eyes widened in shock.

At their feet, the lampshade of the wind lamp was still burning slowly, half burned.

Mo Zijian looked at Si Jixia's hand in disbelief, impossible!He didn't see anything at all, how could his dagger be in his hand!
Mo Zijian couldn't believe it, so he touched his waist, but what he touched was just a dagger cover.

His dagger was indeed in Si Jixia's hands.

And just as Mo Zijian was looking at Si Jixia in shock, Si Jixia waved his hand slightly, and the dagger in his hand shook out of Mo Zijian's sight.

In the next moment, Mo Zijian's heart-piercing shouts erupted in the dark corridor. The loudness of the voice frightened Eunuch Xiao who was waiting in the front hall. The arches of the atrium rushed.

But he barely managed to rush across the arch, and saw his chubby body shake violently, staggered a step back as if he was about to fall to the ground, but stabilized his feet the next moment.

To be precise, he was able to stabilize his feet because one hand was trying to lift his skirt.

Because of this staggering backwards, Eunuch Xiao retreated back into the front hall, his body was leaning against the frame of the arched door, from his back, it seemed that he was leaning on the frame of the door and talking to the person behind the arched door of.

There was indeed a person standing in front of him, but they were not talking.

This person is Xue Miaoshou.

The hand that was holding Eunuch Xiao's skirt and forcibly lifting him up was Xue Miao's hand.

Xue Miao was smiling, and Eunuch Xiao's face was neither smiling nor crying, but terrified, and terrified.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout, he wanted to speak, but at this moment, he moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

Because he didn't even have the energy to speak.

Because at the position of his heart, a sharp dagger was accurately pierced.

It was Xue Miaoshou who stabbed the dagger into his heart.

I saw Xue Miao approaching Eunuch Xiao's ear slightly with a smile, and said in a low voice: "I told you that you will die tonight, do you believe it now or not?"

Eunuch Xiao would no longer answer her questions, not even a little nod of his head.

Because Xue Miaoshou had already pulled the dagger out of his heart when he asked this question.

Eunuch Xiao has died.

Xue Miao grabbed Eunuch Xiao by the skirt, dragged him into the dark atrium, and said to himself: "At this time, people like you can't disturb me."

After Xue Miao dragged Eunuch Xiao into the dark atrium, he did not forget to wipe off the blood on the arch, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)