Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1234: A Pit Depth of 232 Meters to Solve Puzzles (3)
"Old Xiao, what he said is true."

Xiao Qian looked cold and serious, "How does Ah Jiu know?"

Mo Jiu said: "The stone door of this stone room has never been opened before."

In other words, when they stepped on gossip over there and turned on the switch, this stone room was opened for the first time.

Having said that, Mo Jiu looked at the top of the stone room which is extremely high from the ground, and pointed with a frown, "Three Uncles Wanyan and the others fell from the sky because they touched the mechanism. But just imagine, if Tuo Tuoer and Song Che had once You can come and go here freely, you can’t just fall from the sky every time, can you?”

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Qian walked to the side of the chessboard with his hands behind his back.

"What Ah Jiu said is reasonable, but this chess game..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and paused thoughtfully.

Mo Jiu looked at his tall back, thinking of the thousands of gullies in this guy's chest, and the past that he hadn't confessed to her so far, her teeth were sore.

In front of Wanyanxiu and Tuo Tuo'er, it was hard for her to ask questions about him, but she couldn't help asking about things here.

Walking to his side, she asked in a low voice, "How do you know he is Tuo Tuoer?"

Xiao Qian looked back, "Guess. The person who can appear inside is not Song Ao, but him."

Makes sense!Those who can enter the hinterland of Death Valley are indeed related to "Wizard Nashun".

Mo Jiu raised his chin, "How do you know he's not Song Ao?"

Song Che made it very clear that he was the one who locked Song Ao in the god sacrifice cave.

And, if he wasn't Song Ao, poor little prince, where did he go?
Thinking about how long he had been out of touch, Mo Jiu felt agitated, and couldn't help having a bad premonition.

Could it be that he is not alive?
Meeting her probing gaze, Xiao Qian's cold gaze showed a kind of aloof dignity.

"Song Ao doesn't kowtow to others."

Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help admiring her.

"When he approached Wan Yanxiu with "The Picture of the Secret Opera in Spring Night", did you know that he was not Song Ao?"

"Yeah." He didn't deny it.

Mo Jiu gave him an appreciative glance.

This Xiao Liulang's observation ability is really extraordinary.

No matter how crazy a person is, there are some things in his bones that will not change.Song Ao, with the dignity of a prince, has never knelt down other than the emperor and his mother in his life.But when the god offered sacrifices to the cave, Tuo Tuoer held the pamphlet in his hand, kowtowed and knelt down to Wan Yanxiu without any pressure, and kept shouting for mercy——

It's really not like Song Ao.

Although he is cynical, he is full of toughness in his bones.

Otherwise, how could he take the initiative to judge and fold it in Yinshan?
There were so many thoughts in her mind that she couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Tutor, why did you hand over "The Picture of the Secret Play at Spring Night" to Wan Yanxiu?"

Probably this is also a question that Wanyanxiu has been unable to figure out.Hearing her words, he opened his mouth several times, his Adam's apple slipped and slipped again, but he still couldn't make a sound, the expression of anger and hatred was so distorted that it almost destroyed his handsome face.

Mo Jiu wanted to laugh.

But seeing Wan Yanxiu gouging out the eye knife, she touched her nose, but finally held back and did not add insult to injury.

"Old Xiao, give him the antidote, it's so pitiful to hold back."

Xiao Qian turned his head, glanced at him lightly, guessed that it was about the same, took out the antidote bottle from his arms calmly, threw it to Wanyanxiu from a distance, and after a while, he heard Wanyanxiu let out a long breath.

"Old Xiao, I won't finish this matter with you—"

After roaring here, he stopped again and coughed.

(End of this chapter)