Lonely king and the widowed woman

Xiao Qian said, "it makes sense."

He shot quickly. When his voice rose and fell, he swept away with a sword. Shang Ya felt almost no pain, and the three fingers of his left hand were all broken.

The crack was flat as cut, and the fresh meat surged out. With the knuckles falling on the smooth bluestone, it was stained with blood.

Mo Jiuyi was stunned and silently stuffed Da Nai cake into his arms.

Xiao Qianmo's hair was light, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes. "You still have another chance. Next time, this seat will cut off your head."

Shangya looked at his deep smiling eyes and no longer felt full of provocation and friendship. The smile was narrow and gorgeous, seductive and life-threatening, like the urging messenger of the underworld, which made her dare not act like a spoiled child or neglect again, because she completely believed that this man had no compassion at all, and he was not half interested in her story, her life and her appearance. What he is not interested in, it seems that he doesn't care about life or death at all.

"The poisonous insect has entered the body, and I have no way to do it for the time being. Really... I swear." Shang Ya covers her injured left hand and her teeth are trembling, "but the mechanism can be opened."

Seeing that Xiao Qian was impatient, she carefully climbed out from under his sword and walked to the relief on the wall.

There were twelve reliefs, each with different patterns. She pressed them in different order.

Xiao Qian ignored those vivid colors and fragrance, but Mo Jiu was not very ashamed. He touched his chin and said seriously, "this mechanism is really creative. I don't know which generation of ancestors' wonderful masterpiece."

"No, it's impossible. Why can't it be opened?" she pressed the last relief, and Shang Ya stared at the stone wall for a long time. Suddenly, with an unbelievable panic, she turned back. The charming wind instrument was gone, and her body was like a leaf floating in the cold wind. Suddenly, the wind ran to the northernmost corner, clapped her hands frantically on the stone wall, and cried sadly: "Qiao Zhanping... Qiao Zhanping..."

There was only an echo in the room, but there was no response outside.

She clapped and shouted again, hoarse voice, body also gradually softened, tears like rain, "Qiao Zhanping, how can you do this to me?"

"Qiao Zhanping... You let me out..." she shouted at the top of her voice. She was covered with blood, embarrassed, sad and crazy, which made it difficult for Mo Jiu to contact the woman who was as charming as helping Liu at the beginning.

If what shangya said is true, she is really pathetic.

She was led astray by her master and betrayed by her lover. Qiao Zhanping is her only warmth. What is left of this woman now?

Oh, no, she also has Gu, who can control her and Xiao Qian.

Mo Jiu touched his neck again, then pinched his arms and rubbed his legs. Once again, he was sure that there was nothing different in his body. He couldn't help but doubt - maybe there was no Gu in the world, and the previous two might be some strange golden bees. After all, Gu is too mysterious. She has heard a lot of things, but she hasn't seen them. Who can guarantee that Shang Ya won't deliberately bluff in order to survive Scare them?

Looking at the crying woman, she turned her head and stared at Xiao Qian, then silently retreated to the stone chair and sat down.

"Xiao LIULANG, we have to rely on ourselves."

"Yes." his voice was neither hot nor cold, nor alarmed.

Mo Jiu took out another big Nai cake from his arms, "I have to calm down."

"Can you eat?" Xiao Qian said nonsense rarely.

"Why can't I eat?" Mo Jiu stared at him, then looked at the shangya who was crying on the stone wall, shook his head: "no matter life or death, I have to fill my stomach first. There is nothing more serious than filling my stomach in the world."

Her white as jade knuckles, holding big Naigao, petal like lips in one, sitting posture is not too elegant. Fortunately, she is relaxed and calm, but also charming and charming.

Being stared at by Xiao LIULANG's burning eyes, Mo Jiu suddenly felt wrong.

She looked up at him seriously for a moment, hugged her chest fiercely, "I warn you, don't mess around?"

Xiao Qian's eyes narrowed slightly and shrunk the fine golden awn, but a green peak sword that had not yet been scabbard made him seem to be bathed in a layer of cold light. If Emperor Ming entered the world, he was very indifferent, "what do you think I want to do?"

Mo Jiu's eyes flashed a defensive light, "don't you want to rob my big Nai cake?"

Xiao Qian was stunned. He inhaled and looked up at the top of the stone. After a moment, he looked down at her. "This seat asks you to move your hips and let me sit."

He has no room for discussion, but mojiu hates being threatened, and... Her ass provoked him?

With a frown, she raised her head, "Xiao LIULANG, if you don't want to die here, be polite to me."

There was a clear light in his eyes: "do you have a way to open the mechanism?"

Mo Jiu shook his head, "No."

Xiao Qian's face was frosty. In mojiu's opinion, his meaning was just a few words - "didn't you say an egg?"

She rubbed the cake with her hands. "But I can share you a big cake."

"Oh." Xiao Qian gave her a warm smile, "how can this mechanism trap me?"