Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 339 The Pit Depth 075 Meters Down the Stairs (4)
Mo Jiu was a little strange, glanced at him, and pulled the food box over.

After taking a bite of the delicious pork ribs, she sighed comfortably, "What's the matter with this expression? Do you think my feet stink?"

"Shut up!" Xiao Qian's voice was hoarse, without raising his eyelids.

But in his peaceful voice, there was clearly a trace of strange emotion that he didn't usually have.Mo Jiu paused for a moment, thinking half-understood, and suddenly realized his conscience——Xiao Liulang was pinching her wounds, but she was eating and drinking spicy food alone, which was really unkind.So she straightened her upper body, took a piece of ribs with her own hand, and handed it to Xiao Qian's mouth, "Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

"..." Xiao Qian tilted his head.

"Let's have a bite." Mo Jiu expressed his favor to him stubbornly, "If you say that I abused the doctor and only let the cows plow the land but not let the cows graze, wouldn't it destroy my wisdom for the rest of my life?"

"..." Xiao Qian turned his head to the other side in disgust.

"You really don't want to eat, if you don't want to eat, I will eat it?" Mo Jiu looked at him, opened her mouth wide, and clamped the ribs above her mouth like fishing, but just when Xiao Qian thought the danger was over, she slammed it The ribs were stuffed into his mouth, and then he covered his mouth tightly with the palm of his hand, "Little boy, let's see if you eat it or not!"

Xiao Qian had ointment on his hand, so it was inconvenient to pull her hand.

Covered by her like this, he had no choice but to chew the ribs slowly.

Mo Jiu let go in satisfaction, his flushed face seemed to have drunk ten vats of Hua Diao.

"That's right!" She lazily admired Xiao Liulang's peerless complexion that was still so gentle despite his desperation, and couldn't help sighing.

No matter what expression this guy has, he's alluring.It's a pity that I have a cold temper, if it weren't for swimming in the flowers, how much more lethal would it be?

"Mo, Jiu!" After eating the pork ribs, Xiao Qian finally made a sound.

Mo Jiu regained consciousness from the wonderful fantasies, only to realize that Xiao Liulang...wasn't as coquettish as she had imagined, but sitting in the backlight with a livid face and a black robe, like an enraged beast , seemed ready to tear her up at any moment, and then chewed and swallowed her down.

"Just kidding, don't be so serious?"

Mo Jiu smiled and sat back, shrinking her feet by the way, trying to take it back from his hand.

But Xiao Qian grabbed her feet and did not let go.

In the quiet cell, his faint eye waves, faint emotions, and even his voice were only faint. He didn't seem to be angry, but he was naturally overwhelming, causing her heart to suffer, and she had no choice but to justify in a low voice, " I'm also kind. Hurry up and give me back my foot, I don't need you anymore."

Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled her foot.

Mo Jiu was caught off guard, and involuntarily slid over the straw, then looked at his expression, then at his poor feet for no apparent reason, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "You don't know how to get brains, but you actually want to... Want to bite my foot?"

His gaze was indeed on her feet.

That piece of trousers had already been rolled up on her knees, so her perfect calf shape was rippling in his sight almost without a trace, tender and fragrant, eye-catching.

It's a pity that it was different from Mo Jiu's guess. He stared at her eyes, slowly turned cold, calm as if suddenly changed, gently let go of her feet, sat sideways, and didn't know whether it was intentional or not, suddenly He tugged on the black robe in front of him, as if trying to cover up something.

After getting rid of the confinement, Mo Jiu's tone became calm.

"You are so weird."

"Don't mess with me next time." Xiao Qian's expression calmed down, his breathing was no longer disturbed, and his upright sitting posture was the standard posture of a conservative person.The previous moment of emotion made him want to melt into her body, but he kept a trace of clarity in his heart - this Gu could actually control his emotions, making him almost unable to control himself.

The touch left in her palm, the soft figure under her palm, is real and clear.

He stared at the lights intently, went through his mind again, and didn't feel disgusted, so he calmly took out the ointment he used earlier, placed it on the bedside, explained the usage in a familiar tone, and said softly: "One If it still hurts, you can rub it again. It will take two days for the swelling to subside."

Mo Jiu was startled, and grabbed his arm, "Are you leaving?"

Xiao Qian struggled slightly, seeing that she was holding her tightly, he couldn't help frowning and gave up, "You don't have to be afraid, everything will be fine."

Mo Jiu noticed that his arms were stiff for no reason when he twisted, and he started to play tricks again.

She squeezed him hard, stared at him with her beautiful eyes, and asked seriously: "I'm not afraid. I just want to ask, after this... I don't have to be responsible to you, do I?"

Nowadays, the relationship between men and women is still in the stage of "see no evil". Although Xiao Qian is a doctor, he hugs, hugs and pinches Mo Jiu like this. Xiao Qian never thought that Mo Jiu would ask.

He froze immediately, breathing tight.

"Haha!" Mo Jiu moved his ankle, fell down again, and said with a smile: "Let's say it first, I will not be responsible for you. There are Gu insects on the left and right, and I will not admit what I have done. When you go back, don’t be confused and commit suicide.”

Mo Jiu's soft voice seemed to be concluding his statement, like a basin of ice-cold water poured over the heads of the two of them.Although the throbbing in the bottom of my heart has not subsided, but with sufficient and reasonable excuses, a period of ambiguity was banned for life.

The breathing of the two gradually became steady.

Seeing him speechless for a long time, Mo Jiu lazily raised his eyebrows: "Are you stupid?"

The lights in front of him were dim, and the cell was cold.She was lying softly on the straw, her hair and clothes were messed up, and one small pink foot was still exposed in the cold wind, so she couldn't bear the cold at first glance.Xiao Qian didn't seem to be able to stand it any longer, he slowly untied his robe and put it on her body.

"Rest earlier."

Mo Jiu glanced at him, moved his mouth, and fell silent again.

Seeing him striding out of the cell, and seeing his back was about to turn into the corridor, Mo Jiu looked up abruptly, and asked him suddenly, "You knew my identity earlier, didn't you?"

The identity of a Mohist tycoon is related to the coveted Thousand-Character Citation and the Mohist weapon map, which makes the current emperor think about what Xiao Qian, who is a privy envoy and has the power to dispatch troops, would have in mind Mile?Mo Jiu doesn't have the heart of a villain, but he has to consider this level—whether Xiao Qian will be as Xie Chen thinks, it is precisely because he knew her fate and identity as a giant that he deliberately used it to make Xiao Dalang happy , marrying her into Xiao's family, and only then did she have all the things she experienced after time travel.

Xiao Qian stood silently outside the door, his figure was handsome, but he was as motionless as a mountain, "What is your identity?"

This rhetorical question surprised Mo Jiu, "Don't you know?"

He still stood there, with a flat tone, "Too much thought, exhausting energy, not conducive to recovery."

Doubt flashed in Mo Jiu's mind, and he stared at his straight back for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Qian's expression was slightly concentrated, and he turned his head to look at her, "You are tired, let's rest."

(End of this chapter)