The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 842 There are still people

He held the invitation and sat withered all night, but he couldn't find a way to enter Wuwang Space.

When Situ came to knock on the door the next day, he was shocked to see his red eyes.

"Young Master Yin, did you go to Baiying last night?"

Situ Qingyin glanced at him, what Baiying?
"The White Camp is the place where those troops camped. Didn't you make a bet with Jiuwei yesterday to take the officer's head?"

Situ Yi was even more surprised.

You don't even know the base camp of the enemy army, so what exactly is Young Master Yin going to do?
"Where's Nine Tails? Have you got it?"

Situ Qingyin rubbed his eyebrows, he couldn't take the officer's head.

At least not today.

"She broke into Baiying last night and was discovered by a spy. She was injured when she came back. Mo Shao took the bullet for her and is resting."

Situ Yi replied.

"Mo still takes bullets?"

Situ Qingyin raised his eyebrows, this old Chinese doctor is becoming more and more decent.

"There's no other way. Hot weapons are rare here in the Triangle Region, and doctors don't know how to take bullets. Mo Shao is also reluctant to go into battle."

A smile flashed across Situ's eyes.

Retrieving the bullet is not a big deal, the key point is that the position of the nine-tail injury is not good.

Chu Mo was sweating when he came out.

"Let's go and have a look."

Situ Qingyin looked at the invitation card in his hand, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his clothes, stroked it preciously, and then went to wash up, and went downstairs with Situ.

The others were preparing breakfast when he came downstairs.

"You got up later than me, the wounded. How did you gain from the trip to the White Camp yesterday?"

Seeing him coming down, Jiuwei was afraid that he would laugh at him for being injured, so he pre-empted the attack.

"If you want to act, you have to plan carefully. You have few chances to deal with hot weapons, so it's better to be cautious."

Situ Qingyin raised her eyebrows lightly, and saw that her chest was much more magnificent, and she could see a white bandage when she moved slightly, and she understood why Situ Yi, who was always calm, couldn't help but laugh.

On the other hand, Chu Mo lowered his head to drink the porridge, looked at Wen Ya, but never looked at Jiuwei.

After teaching Jiuwei a lesson, he sat at the table and took a sip from the porridge bowl, with an elegant posture.

The warm porridge entered his throat, and the exhaustion from not sleeping all night seemed to be far away.

"Didn't you go yesterday too? I won't laugh at you if you don't get anything."

Kyuubi rolled his eyes, blaming him for not being frank.

Situ Qingyin paused with his fingers, and put the porridge bowl on the table: "I was in the room last night and didn't go out. Did you see someone else made a move?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Jiuwei was also stunned for a moment: "But yesterday when I was surrounded by people, a black figure jumped out and killed two people. There was a commotion in the crowd, so I escaped while taking advantage of the chaos."

At this time, she was not afraid of embarrassment, so she told the situation at that time.

"Who else has gone?"

Situ Qingyin glanced across the crowd.

A dog that bites doesn't bark.

Maybe no one has the intention of fighting for the co-owner, but they just didn't say it.

His gaze focused on Hu Yu, Tang Zhe and Geng Xu, and it could be seen that their blank expressions did not seem to be fake.

"It seems that there are still people helping us."

Chu Mo finally raised his head and looked at Situ Qingyin.

"Not necessarily helping us."

Situ Qingyin tapped his finger on the table, remembering what happened to Wu Liu back then.

There is at least one force in the dark, and he still doesn't know who it is, let alone whether the other party is an enemy or a friend.

It's just that I don't know if the person who shot this time is the same force as that person.

"You mean?"

Chu Mo frowned. The situation was already complicated enough, and if one side was involved, it would become a mess.

(End of this chapter)