Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1259 The pit is 246 meters deep

In the flickering light, Xiao Qian's eyes were cold, and his face was slightly strange, as if he was absent-minded, and also seemed to be disappointed - that was the expression Mo Jiu had never seen on his face.

"Old Xiao?" She called out again, pinching his hand.

"En." He lowered his head and looked at her, determined.There was a flickering brilliance at the bottom of her eyes, and the light and cold breath from her breath, with his faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine, just sprinkled on Mo Jiu's face wantonly, making her seem to smell something. A smell called "Missing".

"Yes, I know Sandan."

"She is..." Mo Jiu thought in shock, feeling that this San Dan was unusual and seemed to be very important to him, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he hissed, and blurted out.

"Could it be your mother?"

Xiao Qian pursed his lips and nodded.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled and sighed.

"Ah Jiu is always so smart."

This...does it still need to be smart?
Na Shun is from Beimeng, and the woman he misses is probably also from Beimeng.And the Beimeng woman he misses can make Xiao Qian lose color - who else but his mother?
After pondering for a moment, Mo Jiu didn't ask any further questions, but just tugged at his arm.

"Now, we can go down. Do you want to go down?"

"En." Xiao Qian had already recovered his usual coolness.

"Okay. Everyone, back off! I'm going to show my skills—" Mo Jiu put his hands together in an exaggerated pose. Sheng Dong and Cao Yuan, who had never entered the control room, took a step back, coughed again, and smiled. He stepped forward and easily opened the mechanism of the control room.

"Shut up!"

Shengdong and the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Where there is Mo Jiu, there is never a lack of humor.

As a result, the solemnity of the previous moment dissipated.

Then, they stood on the lift-like platform, followed Mo Jiu slowly down to the bottom of the tomb——

"It's so much fun! Master Jiu, can we play a few more times later?" Chi Xi croaked, his face full of joy.

She was too nervous when she came up, and she didn't feel it well. This time, she relaxed her mind and felt very miraculous. She smiled happily, but at the same time grabbed Chuang Bei in fear and looked around, looking heartless.

Chuang Bei didn't look at her, his expression was solemn, his body was stiff, and he didn't move.

It was Sheng Dong, who looked at the interaction between the two of them suspiciously, always feeling that something was wrong, but after glancing at his master's face, his opened mouth finally closed again, without asking anything.

Of course, Zhao Shengdong didn't know the significance of this tomb room for going north and going west. As the eldest of the four guards, he drew out his weapon with bated breath, and jumped out quickly as soon as the platform landed on the ground. Zhu Nashun lifted his wizard mask.

"Don't move! Or I'll kill you."

however--

At this time, Na Shun didn't need them to use knives and guns, so he no longer had the ability to fight back.

It has to be said that Mo Jiu is really smart when it comes to some issues, and she can do such immoral things that Xiao Qian can't do without pressure - such as prescribing Na Shun's medicine.

She knew that Xiao Qian was a gentleman, so she didn't tell him the purpose of the medicine in advance, and then, considering Na Shun's character, in order to coax him into taking the medicine, she and Cao Yuan elaborately performed the "bitter trick".

But she overestimated Nashun's drug resistance.

This person was obviously controlled by "Bai Meisheng" and lost his mind.

He entered the state earlier than Mojiu thought.

"Shun?" She kicked him, "Hello? Wake up."

"Sandan..."

The old man in front of them could no longer recognize anyone.His eyes were red, and his face without the wizard mask was vicissitudes and sadness, making him look older than his actual age.

"San Dan, San Dan, are you blaming me?"

"Don't blame me, I tried my best, I wanted to rescue you, but in that battle... too many people died, the sweat became furious, there were corpses everywhere, I couldn't find you ...I heard that Nanrong soldiers took you away, I hate them, I wish I could kill them all..."

He was incoherent, muttering to himself.It is all about the tragic past when Princess Sandan was taken captive by Nanrong soldiers and handed over to Xiao Yunchang more than [-] years ago, and later fell in love with Xiao Yunchang, willing to bear children for him, but ended up like that.

——It was also the past before Xiao Qian was born.

Nashun is painful, crazy, and stupid.

There are several people standing in front of Mingming, but he doesn't seem to see them.

It is clear that there is no "three pills" in front of him, but he seems to see her.

When he called her name, the warmth in his eyes almost melted the gloom in his whole body, making it hard to believe that this affectionate and righteous man made Song Che look like that guy.

"Sandan, it's okay, I still have a chance... I finally have a chance. You are back, and I will treat you well... No, no, aren't you already dead? Why did you come back? Could it be... this Is it your ghost? You, you blame me?"

"I want to treat your son well... He is too vicious, he is too vicious, he hurt me like this, how can there be good things with the surname Xiao..."

In fact, Mo Jiu didn't know about Bai Meisheng's medicine, how it worked, or how it reacted. As she said, she should let Nashun use it to test the medicine.

But looking at it this way, I couldn't help being surprised.

"My god, this medicine is overbearing!"

Xiao Qian glanced at her, as if he had no interest in medicine, his feet in soap boots, step by step, slowly walked in front of Na Shun.

pause.

hesitate.

He looked down at him condescendingly.

"who are you?"

Nashun couldn't hear him, and still murmured "Three Pills".

Xiao Qian seemed to be impatient, frowned, suddenly squatted down and brought a medicine bottle to his nose, and let him sniff it carefully.Then he poured out two more pills and poured them into his mouth——

Not long after, Nashun sat down slumped and stared at him blankly.He was not fully awake, his mind was still in a state of confusion, and some of his speech was slurred, but he saw a few of them.

"...You guys, are you here?"

"You are Arishu, right?"

This time, Xiao Qian used an affirmative sentence.

He obviously knew a lot about his mother, Princess Sandan. The fundamental reason why he didn't know who Na Shun was was because Na Shun changed his name and identity, and kept wearing a wizard mask to hide himself in the behind the scenes.

But from what he said, if you think about it again, you will understand.

He is Arishu, the childhood sweetheart of her mother, Princess Sandan, before she was taken captive to Nanrong and occupied by Xiao Yunchang.If there hadn't been that accident, he would have been the son-in-law of Beimeng Dahan and Princess Sandan...

As expected, it was good.

Na Shun seemed surprised and raised his head abruptly.

With trembling lips, he didn't refute, but asked instead.

"How, how did you know? Arishu is dead. He has been dead for more than [-] years. Everyone knows that he is dead. Why do you know!"

In Xiao Qian's icy gaze, there was a hint of emotion. I don't know if it was because he remembered his mother, or thought of the past, or the wasted experience of his and his mother's life.

"You know. I am the son of Princess Sandan."

Na Shun was in a daze, and seemed to be a little more awake than before.

"Son of Sandan, yes, I know you, the evil surnamed Xiao!" Na Shun's muddy old eyes were red and red, as if thinking of something sad, he gritted his teeth and trembled, and his voice was full of hatred .

"I was thinking of the old love of Sandan, helping you, helping you, but you beat me down, slandered me, and harmed me... Xiao Zhong is really an ungrateful beast... Hahahaha, beast."

Xiao Qian's eyes darkened.

Instead of arguing with him, he asked directly.

"Where did you hide Song Ao?"

"Hahaha...why did the old man tell you?" Na Shun raised his head and laughed loudly, as if he was choking on his own saliva, coughed a few times, then stared at Xiao Qian coolly, his eyes seemed to be The letter of the poisonous snake sticks out.

"He is also of Xiao's species. He has to die, and I will not let any one go!"

"His surname is Song." Xiao Qian replied coldly.

"But he is the evil seed of a woman surnamed Xiao!" Na Shun spat, roared crazily, and suddenly pointed at Xiao Qian with a trembling hand, "And you, you too, you deserve to die too!"

Xiao Qian lowered his head and pinched his neck.

"Say, where is Song Ao?"

His voice was cold, his eyes were dark, and he seemed impatient to ink with him any more.But Nashun was not afraid of him, his breathing was restrained, his body convulsed, but his eyes were as fierce as usual, as if he wanted to kill him, he looked over sullenly, and sneered maliciously.

"Kill me, kill me, you bastard surnamed Xiao, kill me, you will never find that bastard surnamed Song, oh, there is another bastard surnamed Song, he took the old man's medicine, Sooner or later, you will all die, so let’s go to the Underworld together to reunite! There are hundreds of people, so I don’t think I’ll be lonely anymore, hahaha.”

Not crazy, not live.

Na Shun seemed so crazy that he couldn't control himself.

Mo Jiu snorted, stepped forward and smiled coolly.

"Old Xiao, he wants to die, why don't you let him go?"

Xiao Qian looked back at her, seemed to know what she meant, to force Na Shun to submit, but he shook his head and continued to look at Na Shun.

"I won't kill you..."

"Old Xiao!" Mo Jiuchi laughed, "Don't be so pedantic, okay? Do you really think that this old man will help you, help you, and take care of you for your mother's sake? Don't be stupid!"

Mo Jiu's gaze was fixed, looking at the complicated expression on Xiao Qian's face.

"I understand you, but you don't understand him."

Xiao Qian has lost too many relatives, no, it should be said that he has lost all relatives, and this Nashun is his mother's old acquaintance, who really helped him before, from Lin'an to Yinshan, and helped him successfully "take over" Su He's position can be said to be Nashun, which saved Xiao Qian from taking a long detour on the arduous road of Huangtu Dominance.

But did he really not hate Xiao Qian?

If you don't hate him, why are you guarding against him?He kept Song Che and Song Ao, and locked them in the tomb, hoping to get the jade carvings of ladies for himself.

He was always on guard against Xiao Qian, right?

Maybe, in my private heart, I have been conflicting between killing and not killing.

He is Ai Sandan.

But he hated Xiao Yunchang and the Xiao family to death.

His contradictions are the manifestation of normal human nature.

A woman he likes bears a child for another man, how big is he to be able to trust him with love?At least, judging from what Na Shun did to Song Che, he is not such a magnanimous man.

It can even be said that this old man has a small belly, is sinister and vicious, and can do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

So, why did he still help Liu Lang?
...Because he contradicts.

One side is love, the other side is hate.

In the long-term entanglement, he tortured himself and Song Che.Poor Song Che was simply a victim of his venting his emotions.

To put it more harshly, he is a pervert.

"Old Xiao, you can't speculate about human nature carefully. If you speculate, it's all bad. Maybe this old man has designed it long ago, just to use you in reverse. Don't treat him as a good person."

Xiao Qian is not short-witted.

Of course he understood what Mo Jiu said.

Especially at a time like this, how could he be kind to a woman?
Sighing, he shook his head, looked at Mo Jiu comfortingly, and said each word in a very indifferent manner, like a sharp ice knife, scraping the smooth eardrum.

"I will not kill him, I will only make his life worse than death."

All right!Mo Jiu took it.

She gave a thumbs up, "So I misunderstood you. Then—you continue, I like to watch this kind of bastard live worse than death. According to me, you give Song Che the medicine he took and let him Eat, eat...it will be fun to watch him go crazy."

"already eaten."

Xiao Qian said lightly, not like a joke.

"When did this happen?"

"Just now." Xiao Qian said: "That kind of medicine has the effect of restraining the 'Bai Meisheng' you put in the food, so his sanity recovered slightly, but it can only last for half an hour. Then he will attack again, even more ruthlessly than before. If he continues to increase the dose, his sanity will be completely lost. At that time, there is no need to ask again, I have my own way, let him obediently take me to find Song Ao."

Half threat and half truth, his words are indifferent.

So much so that even Mo Jiu didn't know the truth of what he said.

It seems that she thinks highly of Xiao Qian too much, how can this guy be such a kind person?The heart and eyes are darker, at least eight degrees darker than him, okay?

"Black belly! But I like it, well done."

For her praise, Xiao Qian pulled his lips indifferently, and his cool eyes went out to Na Shun again, "Arisu, I will give you another chance because of my mother. If you If you are willing to tell me Song Ao's whereabouts now, so that he will suffer less, I will give you the antidote. Otherwise, I will keep you here and come back when you have an attack..."

"Shameless bastard, you are more shameless than the other!" Na Shun's eyes were treacherous, and he smiled coldly, as if suddenly thinking of something, he smiled instead of anger.

"Children of the Xiao family, do you think you can deceive this old man? Don't think so!"

Xiao Qian frowned, but didn't answer.

Na said by the way: "Your ambition, the old man is very clear. Now that Menghe is the emperor and Ayigu is powerful, it is a good time for you to show your strength. You need me and you need me."

Coughing with a rough throat, he raised his head confidently again, "Without me, how would you be able to do Suhe, and how would Ayigu recognize you?"

With a twist of his lips, Xiao Qian's expression was calm.

"That's not something you worry about. Besides, who said I must be Su He?"

Choked by his cold voice, Nashun hesitated.

Xiao Qian is an unfathomable person, he has already experienced it.

Does he really have other ideas?
True and false, false and true, he was confused for a moment.

There is no one who is not afraid of death, and Nashun is also afraid.

What's more, he is also an ambitious person.

In the past 20 years, he has worked hard, besides helping the Xiao family to kill the Xie family, and then killing the Xiao family to avenge Sandan, he also thought to himself that he was a generation of heroes, how could he wish to hide in the shadows forever and be a "Humans are not human, ghosts are not ghosts" wizard?

Therefore, it was a little bit of peace of mind when he conspired with the Xiao family to "exchange the civet cat for the prince" and exchanged His Royal Highness Su He's son of Ayigu.

Even if you don't call yourself emperor, you have to be a king.

If not, what has he lived for these decades?

woman?Sandan was never his.

Nothing at all?What is he living for?
"Arishu, my patience is limited——"

Xiao Qian was still unhurried, with a slender figure standing in a lonely and haughty manner in the cold tomb, as if he was born with the aura of a king and a murderous aura, when the voice came out, it was bone-piercingly cold.

"Sheng Dong!"

With a low shout, Xiao Qian took Mo Jiu's hand.

"Give him a few pills."

He spoke casually, and then took Mo Jiu to the platform.

"Children of the Xiao family! Stop!" Na Shun didn't dare to hesitate any longer, his old face was full of hatred, and he suddenly threw a bamboo basket on the ground at him, crying and roaring.

"Sandan, look at your son, come and see your son, how did she bully this old man? You actually said that he is docile and filial, let this old man take care of him, the old man is dying, how to take care of him?" he?"

"..."

Mo Jiu rolled her eyes and suddenly wanted to laugh.

The old man's distraught look was actually very funny.

But from this tone, it seems that Xiao Qian's mother really asked him to take care of her only son before she died.

Not surprising then.

On the one hand, Na Shun hated Xiao Qian, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to make his beloved woman who passed away sad.

Think about it, this old man is quite pitiful.

Well, it's time for her to go out.

After all, what Nashun said was true—Xiao Qian really needed him.

Pulling Xiao Qian's arm, Mo Jiu smoothed things out with a smile, and passed a step to Na Shun.

"Old Xiao, I think it's fine. The old man Arisu has already figured it out. If he wants to cooperate with you, why do you make things difficult for him?"

Na Shun was taken aback.

"Little demon girl, you - nonsense, when did I figure it out, I was obviously forced! And you, what evil intentions do you have?"

He didn't believe that Mo Jiu would speak for him kindly.

But Mo Jiu acted very realistically, and sighed.

"In my life, I don't want to hear stories about the separation of idiots and girls. Old man Arishu, don't think too much. For the sake of Lao Xiao's mother, you can just say it. Wouldn't it be better if the two get along well? Think about it." , Princess Sandan is looking at you, if you help her son, she will definitely be grateful to you under the Nine Springs. You are... the sunshine, the clear spring, and the living gift of blessings to your loved ones!"

Xiao Qian's lips twitched slightly.

The rest of the people shut their mouths tightly, staring at the sky without saying a word.

That chaotic brain was messed up by what she said.

"Ugh!"

He punched heavily, hitting the blue bricks.

"Sandan, your son, you killed me!"

**
Boundless darkness shrouded the undulating mountains of Yinshan Mountain. A group of people rode horses and walked at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.The surroundings are quiet, except for the sound of the wind, there is no human voice.

Walking through it, it was quiet, and even the birds were not disturbed.

From the south slope to the north and south slopes, it didn't take long for a group of people.

Nashun walked in front of Shengdong and pointed to the front.

"Here we are. He's being held inside."

"I'll go!" Mo Jiu jumped off the horse, dropped the rein, looked at the undulating hills ahead, and sighed, "Unexpectedly, there are so many tricks in Yinshan."

"This is the entrance to the Valley of Death."

Mo Jiu frowned and watched, then turned to look at Na Shun.

"The place where Song Ao broke his halberd?"

With a sound of "hmm", Nashun walked ahead first.

Sheng Dong and Chuang Bei hurriedly followed him, controlling him at all times, only Chi Xi followed Xiao Qian.Meanwhile, Mo Huang and Cao Yuan, several Mohist disciples, followed Mo Jiu closely to prevent any changes.

That Shun this person is really cunning, they have to guard against him.

However, maybe he was temporarily stunned by Xiao Qian's medicine, maybe he was infected by Mo Jiu's words, maybe he really figured it out. To help Xiao Qian make a big splash in Beimeng, Na Shun didn't do anything wrong and kept going. Obediently lead them into the valley of death.

The overwhelming sour and rotten smell came——

Everyone tightly covered their noses, feeling sick.

"It stinks!" Chi Xi hummed in disgust.

"There were too many corpses that day, and there was no way to clean them up. They were all piled up there." Na Shun said it calmly, sending chills down Mo Jiu's spine, and followed closely.

"Where is the little prince?"

"Just ahead—"

Nashun quickened his pace, walked more than ten feet in the empty corridor, then removed a canopy of miscellaneous firewood covering the boulder, groped the stone wall, and pushed open the stone gate where Song Ao was imprisoned.

"Bang!"

"clang!"

The door opened and there was a cloud of dust.

Mo Jiu fanned the wind with his hands, coughed and turned his head away to avoid ashes.

But the next moment, she suddenly froze.

That stone room is not very spacious, and the head can be seen at a glance.

The inside is empty, there is not a single ghost, where is there any trace of Song Ao?
Turning back abruptly, she glared angrily, "Then old Shun—"

"Don't ask me." Na Shun's eyes also showed surprise, moreover, an unbelievable dejection, an old face with a strange smile.

"The old man once thought that it would be very difficult for anyone in this world to match me, and no one would be able to break through the Valley of Death and Li Tomb. But Mo Jiu, that's all. After all, I'm a giant of the Mo family, and I admit it! Now this Song Ao...how did he run?"

did you run?
Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian looked at each other.

The two walked into the stone room side by side.

It can be seen that there are indeed traces of people living here, but there is no fighting, no mess, and everything is still well arranged, including a porcelain bowl with half a bowl of rice left, and a wine jar fired in an earthen kiln.

Mo Jiu murmured.

"Damn, it's fantasy."

Did the plot really go off the script?

Poor little prince, unexpectedly disappeared again!

Why is your life so hard?

The son didn't take a look at it, and the wife is about to run away with your brother. How could you disappear once and then disappear again?

If this continues, this tortuous story should be rewritten as "The Mystery of the Little Prince's Disappearance" or "The Search for the Little Prince".How many times have you not seen people?

"What's going on?"

Her voice was a little sullen, and after thinking about it, she glared at Na Shun fiercely.

"It must be your fault, right?"

"It's not him, he didn't lie to you." Xiao Qian said in a low voice, "Song Ao was indeed imprisoned here before." He lowered his head and picked up a wooden figure half-hidden by straw, and handed it to Mo Jiu.

"Look, is it Yuan Chi's?"

Mo Jiu took the little wooden figure and was sure of it with just one look.

"It's him, it's his."

Mo Jiu remembered this wooden man clearly.

After Song Ao went out with Song Ao to fight the war that day, in order to prepare a meeting gift for his son, he made a special trip to carve this toy.However, due to his faulty carving skills and dirty thoughts, the little wooden figurine's penis is very large, and its relative body proportions are also very imbalanced, and Mo Jiu once laughed at him.

"If he left on his own, wouldn't have left it behind."

He has never had the opportunity to hand this wooden toy to his son in person. After all, this thing is the thing that best reflects Song Ao's concern for his son and his father's love. How could it be possible that he took it with him even when he went to Yinshan? lost?

"So..." Mo Jiu looked at Xiao Qian, raised his eyebrows, "Old Xiao thinks he was taken away?"

Obviously, this answer is closer to the truth.

After all, Mo Jiu doesn't really believe that Song Ao, who can't even carve a wooden figure, can break the mechanism of Death Valley.If he really had this ability, he wouldn't let Nanrong's army fall to the ground and lose face in history books.

So... who is so powerful?
In today's world, there is only one person Mo Jiu can think of.

The mysterious person who was a trick house at the Mohist conference, the one who knew Arabic numerals... maybe an expert from the same era as her.

"Is it him?"

She was talking to herself, feeling like a stone was blocked in her heart.

That person is always in the dark, but she is always in the light.

This feeling is too much to test a person's endurance.

Mo Jiu thought it was because he was too kind for not scolding his eighteenth generation ancestors harshly.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the stone roof and let it out again.

"Bastard, who the hell are you, you fucking come out?"

(End of this chapter)