General is a Villain

The snow-white Falcon hovered in the sky waving its wings.

Zhuqing stretched out his hand, the Falcon fell on his arm, and his claws tightly hooked the clothes on his arm.

Zhuqing took the note tied at his feet and waved to let the Falcon go. Instead of checking the contents, he hurried back to the general's house.

The Falcon was left by Mu Yi'an. At the beginning, it was left to Lin Yi. Later, Lin Yi wanted to leave Kyoto, so he left the Falcon in the Han family. At the beginning, he agreed to contact the Falcon if there was anything important.

It must be a letter from the Han family.

Zhuqing goes back with a note. Mu Yi'an and others are interrogating the thief just caught in the dungeon.

The thief was so stubborn that he wouldn't say a word or reveal a word. No matter what they said or asked, he didn't open his mouth.

Mu Yian's patience is running out.

Lin Yi's patience is about to run out. Originally, his patience was excellent, but his heart was greatly reduced by several blows. Now he knows that someone deliberately poisoned the well water, causing the people to suffer, which makes him more and more angry.

"You also ate the poison. If you don't hand over the antidote, you will suffer well!" Lin Yi frightens people with a whip in his posture and tone of a literati doctor. It looks like a special frightening thing. It's not terrible at all.

Zhu Qing glanced at him, flashed a smile on his lips, and handed the letter to Mu Yi'an.

Mu Yi'an took the letter and asked in a low voice, "has the pigeon been put away?"

During this period of time, many letters came from Kyoto, most of which were carrier pigeons. Because carrier pigeons had been infected before, Mu Yi'an was worried that the epidemic would be transmitted. Therefore, Mu Yi'an would not use any carrier pigeons who came to the border city and never replied.

"It's not a pigeon, it's a falcon." Zhuqing whispered.

Falcon? Little Joe?

Mu Yi'an accelerated the speed of opening the letter, opened the letter in two or three times and looked at it.

"It's no use trying like this." Zhuqing went over, took the whip in Lin Yi's hand, pulled it hard, and heard only a "pa". The huge sound made people deaf and buzzing.

Lin Yi hurriedly covers his ears.

The man tied to the shelf trembled and was scared into a cold sweat.

Zhu Qing's momentum is too strong. He always feels that Zhu Qing will kill him the next second, but it's not the kind of killing he wants, but the kind of situation that makes his life worse than death.

Zhu Qing patted him on the shoulder with a whip: "it looks very strong. It should be able to withstand three whips."

Before his voice fell, he suddenly raised his hand, swept the whip from bottom to top, and brushed it on him.

He felt as light as the breeze. He didn't seem to feel anything. He couldn't believe it. When he looked down, he saw that the clothes showed cracks faintly. The clothes on his body began to collapse a little bit, and the blood seeped out.

He opened his eyes and looked at the gradually cracked scars on his body. At first, he didn't feel pain because the whip edge was too fast. Now he began to feel the dull pain when he saw the blood seeping out. It seemed that a rusty blunt knife was slowly cutting his skin. Every texture, every piece of tender meat and every piece of skin were gently and slowly cut by it

His lips turned white quickly, but it was not the passage of blood, but pain. It was too painful.

His lips and teeth trembled: "you..."

"This is the first whip, and then the second whip. See if you can stand it." If he had done it before, he would not have reminded him of the first whip and the second whip. If it were not for routine words, he would have kicked it and killed him.

In Zhuqing's consciousness, there is no torture, and it doesn't matter whether he is a good man or a bad man. Kill him!

"Wait."

While Zhu Qing was secretly transporting his internal power and preparing to give him another whip, Mu Yi'an spoke.

He looked back at Mu Yian.

Mu Yian has put away Yi Xiaoqiao's letter.

Because he had been poisoned before, Mu Yi'an still looked a little ugly and his lips turned white, but his eyes were as bright as two black round colored glasses.

He looked at the man with a faint smile in his clear eyes.

"You are a sithi."

The man had no wave in his face and unconsciously shook his hand, but he soon let go and hissed with disdain.

Mu Yi'an didn't worry. He slowly got up and came to him: "I heard that people in xitui are smart and good at making spices. Both men and women like spices. They are in spices all year round. You will naturally be contaminated with the flavor of spices for a long time."

Mu Yi'an walked around him: "although you have changed your clothes and changed your taste, you still have that kind of smell. Lin Yi, you can smell it, especially the position of your fingers."

Lin Yi leaned over and smelled his fingers.

Although he had the smell of soap horn, blood smell and all kinds of other flavors, there was a smell that was really mixed in it, that was, the aroma was very light, but very long-lasting. Although it was blocked, it was still very obvious.

"Yes, it does smell of spices."

Bamboo green frowned and joked, "why, aren't you afraid of smelling wrong?"

Lin Yi's face was embarrassed for a moment and ignored him.

"It seems that xichui is united with Northern Xinjiang again." Mu Yian smiled.

Unfortunately, how was his last trick broken? It is reasonable to say that North Xinjiang and west sag are feuds. How can they make up?

"Mu Yian, we..."

"Since it's not a plague, but poisoning, there's nothing to say. Lin Yi, if I find the poison for you, can you solve it?" Asked Mu Yian.

"This..." Lin Yi hesitated again. Although he had just distinguished the flavor of spices from various flavors, he still couldn't believe his nose at this time.

"In that case, there's no way. I can only go to the old thing in xitui." Mu Yi'an looked at Zhu Qing: "let's go."

Lin Yi sees that Mu Yi'an and Zhu Qing are gone, leaving him alone. He suddenly feels very powerless. He can smell it, but he can't believe himself. If he is really wrong, the people in the border town will

Lin Yi stared at the man and kicked him on his ankle: "bastard!"

"Lin Yi." Mu Yi'an put his head in from the door and just brought the scene of his kicking into his eyes. He was rare silent: "I'll beat him later. I need your help."

Aren't we all looking for an antidote? What else can I do for him!

Lin Yi complains that he has no place to vent, so he can only kick the man again.

"You wait!"