Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 55: The Pit Depth 022 Meters Rescued (1)
"You know the art of mechanism?" Mo Jiu was startled, and his voice was slightly higher.

"No." Xiao Qian answered very simply. Finally, he took a piece of soft handkerchief on the stone bed, and slowly wiped the sword until it was as clean as new. Before putting the sword back into its sheath, he glanced at her disdainfully. "How can I be so skillful?"

Strange skill and obscenity is a derogatory term that has great disrespect for the technology industry.Mo Jiu was annoyed subconsciously, and stared at him with a dark face, but when she met Xiao Qian's cold eyes, she realized that something was wrong.Isn't this fellow suspicious of her, deliberately probing?

She snorted, rubbed her stomach and hiccupped, "Then why do you say that the mechanism can't trap you?"

Xiao Qian frowned, and sat gracefully on the stone bed, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

Mo Jiu let out a hehe, and smiled eccentrically, "It's hard for you. You don't know any tricks, but you have learned the craft of a toad. This is a good yawn."

She minded that he belittled the knowledge of Mohism's organs, and what he said was slanderous inside and out, but Xiao Qian didn't bother to talk to her, sat upright and closed his eyes to rest his mind.In this way, it would be boring for Mo Jiu to argue alone.

She ate two big cakes, and kept one that she didn't want to eat. Of course, she didn't have the good intentions to give it to others. She covered it like a treasure, and finally remembered that there was still a Shangya in the corner.

As if seriously injured, Shang Ya gradually stopped crying, paralyzed in the corner like a dead dog, with blood on her body, blood on her face, and the broken finger did not stop bleeding. There are a few curse words, but they are also vague.With a dying look, how can she be half seductive?

Glancing at the three bloody fingers on the bluestone board, Mo Jiu frowned. Seeing Xiao Qian who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a state of tranquility, he let out a "ah", "If you don't stop her bleeding, she will be useless."

Xiao Qian's eyes sparkled slightly, but he showed no mercy, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Yeah, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me?" Mo Jiu didn't bother to bother.In her previous life, everyone said that she was cold-blooded and hard-hearted. She never felt that now that Shang Ya was paralyzed in front of her bloody, she really didn't feel any sympathy.

The oil lamp flickered, and the two of them remained silent.

Shang Ya probably lost blood, and gradually fell silent.

But Mo Jiu jumped up suddenly, "You won't die, will you?"

Xiao Qian remained silent, his eyes still tightly closed.

She walked over and touched his shoulder, "Hello? Talk."

Xiao Qian opened his eyes slowly, "It takes energy to speak, but I don't have much patience."

"..." Mo Jiu stared at him speechlessly, then looked back at Shang Ya, and whispered, "If she is really dead, what should we do if our Gu poison occurs?"

"Are you afraid?" He asked, with a gloomy coldness in his eyes.

"Nonsense, I haven't lived enough."

Ants still steal their lives, let alone humans?But Xiao Qian didn't seem to be as worried as she was. He glanced at her lightly, took out a small light green porcelain bottle from his bosom, handed it to her hand, and continued to close his eyes to meditate. Robe, with a picturesque face, but as cool as the autumn moon.

Mo Jiu stared at him for a long time, twisted and turned the little green bottle in his hand, pulled the plug off and sniffed, and suddenly said: "In the medicine box in your luggage, the begonia red porcelain bottle in the third row and third compartment Here, what kind of medicine is in it?"

The question was inexplicable, but Xiao Qian suddenly opened his eyes, "Why do you ask like that?"

Mo Jiu said: "That day I sneaked into your house to look for antiques, of course I wouldn't return empty-handed, and saw that the bottle was beautiful, so I walked away with it." Cough, she saw Xiao Qian's eyes getting colder and colder, and she couldn't help being nervous For a moment, "Could it be some kind of poison that seduces the soul?"

(End of this chapter)