The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Yu Zhujun asked him to drink.

Of course, it can't be just wine and dishes. He came back after eating.

"Go."

Ziqianmo held out her hand and patted rabbit's head.

The rabbit immediately understood, wiped the oil on the edge of the three petal mouth, nodded to the host, moved with four short legs, quickly ran down the dining table, and went towards the direction of the kitchen.

Mo Yan stares at the rabbit, his eyes are a little complicated.

A sense of disobedience rose in my heart.

Why isn't it jumping?

At the end of the day, the rabbits are all jumping and jumping, with the same front leg movement and the same back leg movement?

How can this one run in front of you? The left leg and the right leg are very harmonious. On the contrary, it is the running method of tigers, lions and leopards.

"Miss seven, your new pet?" Mo Yan asked, deep as a string voice, there is a trace of deep worry.

Ziqianmo "Er" said: "I bought it on the street."

Mo Yan frowned slightly: "don't be any strange species, it's not good to hurt people."

General rabbits only eat grass, this strange rabbit eat meat;

Ordinary rabbits can only jump, this strange rabbit can run.

What's more, the blood like pattern on the rabbit's ears and the black line on his back gave him an ominous feeling.

"No Ziqianmo's tone is firm.

In her eyes, there is no demon, dare to be presumptuous.

Mo Yan's eyes turned and fell on the ground, several thin, white fluff.

Rabbit hair?

No, it's not.

Rabbit fur is twice as long as these.

In my mind, it suddenly came to me that the disfigured face of Wu Jiao, the eldest lady, was very similar to those on the ground.

Isn't it——

"The first lady has been here?" He asked.

"Well." Ziqianmo said bluntly, "come and go."

Mo Yan is vaguely aware of something. Combined with Wu Sheng kneeling on the street and being whipped, Wu Jiao is disfigured and fleeing at the entrance of Mochen Pavilion. An almost absurd guess comes to his mind.

She did it?

She poisoned Wu Jiao?

Ziqianmo's mother, the second wife, who was his Savior, knew the art of medicine. He knew it and had a deep understanding of it. When he was five years old, he was covered with blood and fell at the foot of Luojia mountain. The second lady who came to worship Buddha saved him and took him back to cure him.

But ziqianmo, when will he know the art of medicine?

He had never seen ziqianmo go to the small hospital left by the second lady.

The second lady's study, ziqianmo also rarely go, inside the collection of a lot of medical books, also almost never been read.

Ziqianmo is a clever demon.

She heard that Mo Yan mentioned Wu Jiao, and saw that Mo Yan was staring at the hairs that Wu Jiao scratched from her face. She immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Easy."

Ziqianmo's voice is very calm.

Or facial paralysis as usual.

But there are subtle differences between facial paralysis and facial paralysis. For example, on her face at the moment, it seems to say that it's the poison I've given, and I'm not willing to hold it.

Mo Yan took a deep look at her: "Miss seven, you are really impressive."

I can use poison.

And it can poison without being aware of it.

At least, Wu Jiao didn't realize that the poison was from the purple fields, otherwise she would not run out of the dust Pavilion in such a hurry without taking revenge immediately.

This courage, this means, with his memory of the vase first beauty, very different.