Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 687 The Dancing Girl Princess vs. the Admiral of the East Factory 52
Without thinking about it, Quan Jiu changed the direction directly, stuffed two elixirs into her mouth, chewed them quickly, and knelt beside Shen Lang, lowering her head to hold his cool lips.

Shen San's pupils trembled slightly, and his first reaction was to block the two of them with his body, but how could he be able to block such two living people if he wanted to? !

Quan Jiu knew that everyone around her was looking at her, and she didn't need to think about how shocked her gaze was, but she had no time to take care of it, and concentrated on dealing with the man in front of her.

In a daze, Shen Lang felt a coolness. He tried to catch the coolness with his jaw, but in the next second, a bitter taste permeated the air.

He frowned instinctively, but there was a gentle touch between his brows.

"Hey, swallow it all..."

Perhaps the voice was too gentle, and he instinctively followed her instructions. After swallowing, his vision went dark, and his consciousness completely fell into chaos.

.........

"Who sent you here?"

Quan Jiu was sitting in the interrogation room of the East Factory, wearing the same clothes as when he was assassinated, and there were scattered bloodstains everywhere on the corners of his clothes, and it was unknown whose blood it was.

The man who was tied to the rack didn't say a word, the poison hidden in his mouth had been scraped by her long ago, he couldn't even die.

"Prefer not to say?"

Quan Jiu lowered his head to play with the dagger in his hand, and suddenly smiled lowly. The laughter was not loud, but it had a strong penetrating power. The ethereal laughter seemed inexplicably strange in the quiet interrogation room.

Quan Jiu's pupils were soaked in black, she came to the assassin without haste, raised his chin with the dagger, and patted his face hard with the back of the dagger, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, a smile that was not a smile, The tone is also gentler than before:

"I just like being stubborn."

After saying that, her eyes suddenly flickered, and she directly pried the dagger open her teeth and inserted it into the assassin's mouth. The assassin was defenseless, all the soft flesh in her mouth touched the tip of the knife, and traces of bright red blood snaked down the corner of her mouth... …

Quan Jiu exerted a slight force on his wrist, and the dagger rotated 360 degrees in his mouth. A forbearable scream suddenly rang out, and before it had time to expand, it suddenly disappeared.

Quan Jiu forcefully closed his mouth, the man could only whimper softly, he couldn't even scream loudly.

"Do you want me to go in again?"

Quan Jiu looked at the red dagger, and smiled again.

The assassin could only swallow with the words "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Quan Jiu listened for a while, then nodded to himself and said:

"Understood, I still don't want to say it."

The assassin burst into tears in despair, shook his head frantically, his whole body was struggling, and the handcuffs hit the rack, making a bang bang bang sound.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it!

It's that he can't speak at all! !
Quan Jiu: "Since you don't want to talk, it's useless to keep your tongue."

She slowly stretched out the dagger, blood spattered, and soon, the man in the room passed out from the pain.

This unambiguous method made Shen San, who had interrogated many prisoners, feel a chill in his heart. He watched Quan Jiu walk towards the other two assassins.

Quan Jiu's expression was calm, and even had a bit of naughty childishness:

"He's dizzy, you two don't play around like him."

A simple sentence made the remaining two assassins feel cold.

How could she not know that the assassin didn't want to say it, but couldn't?
She clearly knew that she stabbed the dagger into his mouth, which could only prove that at that time, she decided not to leave him alive.

The two people who were originally tightly shut showed a loose look: "I said, I said everything..."

Quan Jiu didn't show the satisfaction he imagined:
"Well, you two said at the same time, whoever provides more clues will be able to see the sun of tomorrow."

She was unexpectedly unfeeling, leaving only one chance to live.

On the verge of life, people often burst out with a strong desire to survive, and before the power wine greets them, the two assassins scramble to speak.

Quan Jiu was not interested in the confession process, so he looked at Shen San:

"You sort out their confessions and hand them over to me."

Everyone thought that Quan Jiu was going to leave, but she made a detour to the pond, and put her blood-stained hand into the pond.

After making sure his hands were clean, Quan Jiu stood up and walked out of the door of the interrogation room.

Outside the interrogation room, Nai Tuanzi looked at her worriedly:
"Don't be sad, I asked the imperial doctor, he's fine."

Quan Jiu patted him on the head, his eyes were no longer cold and smiling, but calm:
"I'm not sad. I'm a doctor too. I know he's fine."

Shen Lang's life, she forcibly snatched it back from the Palace of the King of Hades.

Nai Tuanzi breathed a sigh of relief, and took a step forward, wanting to hug her thigh.

Quan Jiu took a step back and opened the distance:

"I'm covered in blood, dirty."

The milk dumpling has put on new clean clothes.

"Not dirty."

The tip of Nai Tuanzi's nose moved slightly, not letting her hide, and stubbornly stepped forward, hugging her waist.

"I just want to hug you."

He thought he was going to die again.

Although he has died countless times, he still doesn't like death, not because he is afraid of death itself, but because he is not sure how long it will be until he sees her next time after this death.

He hated the slightest uncertainty about meeting her.

……

When Shen Lang woke up, his limbs were heavy and his whole body was sore, as if he had fought with others.

He frowned slightly, trying to sit up, but his limbs didn't listen.

"You just got rid of the toxins, fatigue is a normal phenomenon, it will be fine in two days."

The voice in his ears was clear and childish, and Shen Lang knew who was beside the bed without opening his eyes.

"What about her?"

Did not meet the expected person.

Naituanzi sat by the bed, holding a bowl of dark medicine:

"She is decocting medicine for you. She said that someone else decocted it, so she is worried."

Shen Lang froze for a moment, lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the expression in his eyes.

Nai Tuanzi scooped up a spoonful of the medicine, put it near her mouth and blew it.

"Ah, open your mouth~"

Shen Lang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he stared at the little kid in front of him, as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped child.

Seeing that he was not cooperating, Nai Tuanzi reasoned with him patiently:
"I don't want to take care of you either, but she has to cook medicine for you and track down the murderer. It's really tiring. You're so delicate and will burden her."

She's so squeamish, she has to be coaxed even to drink a medicine.

The man who inexplicably became Shen Jiaojiao was speechless, and the volume increased:

"I'm squeamish?!"

Some people called him sinister, cunning, and vicious; they called him dead, and he deserved to go to the eighteenth level of hell, but no one ever called him squeamish! !
Naituanzi looked pensive, like a little adult:

"It's better for a man to have the courage to bear the facts."

Shen Lang: "..."

It's really a tiger falling and Pingyang being bullied by a dog.

Milk Duanzi: "Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

He was lying on the bed and couldn't take care of himself, and he was feeding him. It's not like Naituanzi hadn't thought about such a scene, but the background was all in the nursing home.

Shen Lang didn't allow himself to be fed medicine by a little kid, and after a lot of effort, he sat up sweating profusely:
"I will do it myself."

(End of this chapter)