Lonely king and the widowed woman

"Do you know the art of mechanism?" Mo Jiu was surprised and his voice was slightly higher.

"No." Xiao Qian answered very simply. Finally, he took a soft veil on the stone bed and slowly polished his sword as clean as new. Just now he put the sword into the scabbard and glanced at her disdainfully, "how can we have these strange skills?"

Strange skill and obscenity is a derogatory term that shows great disrespect for the art industry. Mo Jiu subconsciously became angry and stared at him with a black face, but she looked at Xiao Qian's cool eyes, and she found that there seemed to be something wrong. Isn't this guy doubting her, deliberately testing?

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

Xiao Qian picked his eyebrows and sat gracefully on the stone bed, "the secret of heaven must not be revealed."

Mo Jiu hehe said with a strange smile: "it's difficult for you. You can't use strange skills, but you have learned the skill of toad. That's a good yawn."

She did not mind that he belittled the Mohist School of mechanism. Everything was insidious, but Xiao Qian didn't bother to pay attention to her. He sat upright and rested his eyes. In this way, Mo Jiu's quarrel alone is boring.

She chewed two and left one. Of course, she didn't give it to others. She covered it like a treasure and finally remembered that there was another elegant in the corner.

It seemed that she was seriously injured. Shang Ya gradually couldn't cry. She collapsed in the corner like a dead dog. Her body was covered with blood, her face was covered with blood, and her broken fingers didn't stop bleeding. Even a few abusive words occasionally appeared between her lips, which were vague. A dying look, how can you be half charming?

Glancing at the three bloody fingers on the bluestone slab, Mo Jiu frowned and saw him sitting at the edge of the bed as calm and dry, "Ai" said, "if you don't stop bleeding for her, she will be useless."

Xiao Qian's eyes flashed slightly, but he had no pity. "What's my business?"

"Yes, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me?" Mo Jiu was too lazy to take care of it. In her previous life, everyone said that she was cold-blooded and hard hearted. She never felt that now shangya's bloody paralysis in front of her seemed to have no compassion. She just felt that the cycle of heaven and retribution were bad.

The oil lamp shook gently, and the two were silent.

Shangya probably lost blood and slowly disappeared.

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

Xiao Qian said nothing and his eyes were still closed.

She went over and touched his shoulder. "Hello? Talk."

Xiao Qian opened his eyes slowly. "It takes a lot of energy to speak, but we don't have a big cake."

"..." Mo Jiu stared at him silently, looked back at Shang ya, and whispered, "if she really dies, what if we have a poison attack?"

"Are you afraid?" he asked, with a faint coolness in his eyes.

"Nonsense, I haven't lived enough."

Mole ants still live secretly, not to mention people? But Xiao Qian didn't seem to worry as much as she did. He glanced at her lightly, took out a small light green porcelain vase from his arms, handed it to her hand, and continued to close his eyes. The tall handsome shadow under the lamp, dark hair and black robe, had a picturesque face, but as cool as the autumn moon.

Mo Jiu stared at him for a long time, turned and turned the small green bottle in his hand, pulled out the plug and sniffed. Leng Buding said, "what medicine is in the medicine box in the third grid of the third row in your bag?"

This sentence was inexplicable, but Xiao Qian suddenly opened his eyes, "why do you ask?"

Mo Jiu said, "I sneaked into your house to look for antiques that day. Of course I wouldn't come back empty handed. Seeing that the bottle was beautiful, she took it away." cough, she saw Xiao Qian's eyes getting colder and colder. She couldn't help but be nervous for a moment, "is it some kind of deadly poison?"