I pinched off the peach blossoms of the Emperor Vinegar

Chapter 75
Gong Yunxin was thinking about who was planning all this behind the scenes, but she couldn't find an answer after all kinds of thinking. When she raised her eyes, she saw Qiu Ximo looking at her with a strange posture.

The rest of the disciples also focused their attention on her. Seeing everyone's appearance, the bearded man said weakly, "Miss Xiaoyun, is there no danger here? Can we take a rest?"

Hearing this, Gong Yunxin was slightly taken aback, and it took her a while to realize what the group of people meant, and said a little funny, "Sit down."

After the voice fell, there were people lying on the ground around, because she told them to listen to her and not to touch things in the forest, so they didn't dare to act without authorization.

The others were fine, but they didn't expect that Chou Ximo, who had always disliked her, would be so obedient.

Gong Yunxin also went to the side and sat down, thinking about what happened in the forest just now, Gong Yunxin said in a low voice: "Smelly Dagger, do you have something to hide from me?"

Samsara: "No."

"What's on my back?" She asked Samsara last time when she had a burning sensation on her back, but Samsara didn't answer her at that time, and he didn't even mention a word in the forest just now, and just used the cold air After suppressing the burning sensation, if the situation wasn't serious, he wouldn't have kept it from himself.

He watched her sitting there quietly, looking down at the ground.

She is so smart, she must have guessed something.

After waiting for a long time for Samsara's reply, Gong Yunxin grabbed the dagger and held it in front of his eyes, "Smelly dagger, speak up, don't pretend to be dead, no matter what the result is, I can bear it."

After all, she has died once, so there is nothing unacceptable.

Samsara looked closely into her eyes, her eyes were watery, with a hint of coolness, as if she had seen through everything, the words he had already prepared, but at this moment he was unable to utter them.

After a long time, he said slowly, "With me here, nothing will happen."

It is true that there was no solution to the death curse of the witch clan before, but now that a thousand years have passed, there may be a solution, so don't tell her for now.

Hearing this, Gong Yunxin raised her eyes, revealing a trace of disgust: "Because, are you a god?"

Samsara: "Yes."

"Cut." Gong Yunxin curled her lips lightly, knowing that he was not telling the truth, but she is now on the same boat as Samsara, and Samsara will do her best to protect her even for him, so she believes it for now him.

"Miss Xiaoyun, what are you talking to yourself here? Come, have something to eat." The bearded man came over with a bag of pastries and sat beside Gong Yunxin.

He drank water while eating pastry, with some pastry crumbs on his beard, looking very happy.

"No, I was just wondering if we were being treated as human shields." Gong Yunxin took a piece of pastry from the paper bag and took a bite, the sweet feeling made her whole face crumpled. "It is too sweet."

"This is made by the most famous pastry shop in Qingcheng, but what do you mean by that? Being used as a meat shield? It means that someone is using us as a spear to reap the benefits of the fisherman?" Huzi's face suddenly turned cold, "It must be the national teacher!"

Hearing his categorical words, Gong Yunxin focused her eyes, "Why are you the national teacher?"

"I heard that the national teacher seems to be looking for something, and don't look at that national teacher as a dog, he does a lot of assholes behind the scenes." Speaking of this, the bearded man looked at it furtively. Four weeks later, he covered his mouth with his hands, leaned close to Gong Yunxin's ear and lowered his voice, saying, "The young master's biological mother was killed by the national teacher, because the national teacher said she was a demon, and then the family owner took Qin Qin to death. Madam was burned to death, and she was burned to death in front of the young master, at that time the young master was only eight years old, if he hadn't been extremely talented, he would have been executed by the head of the family long ago."

(End of this chapter)