Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1177: Pit 218 meters deep
The positions of each other are different, and when it is time to fool, you have to fool.

She smiled lightly, stroked the wolf's head, and squinted at him, "Doesn't the third uncle have eyes? He's tied up with an iron chain and locked up in a stone room. Of course he was imprisoned here? As for the captivity?" What to do? I have explained it just now. Since this is an altar, it is also a living sacrifice, a living person buried alive. Of course, you must never ask me who he is, Because my master never taught me fortune-telling."

He asked a question, and she spit out a bunch of crackling.

Such a willful Mo Jiu looks neat and beautiful, which is very much in Wan Yanxiu's heart.

Smiling softly, he also casually touched the head of the wolf in her arms, and began to walk around with the machete.

"I don't know who is so cruel to imprison a good person in such a place."

Mo Jiu curled his mouth, noncommittal.

Cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates—in fact, she thinks that the person who imprisoned him did not kill him directly, but left him a life, which is already very kind.

So, she raised the corners of her lips and teased tepidly, "It's third uncle sometimes, he is really kind. But when you imprisoned me in Jinzhou, why didn't you have such awareness?"

"Imprisonment?" Wan Yanxiu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of affection, "It is clear that he is sincerely marrying—"

"Get out!" Mo Jiu became angry when he thought of that, "Don't talk about it. I want to beat you up when I talk about it. Uncle, you should remember it. I didn't settle those accounts for you. It's not that it's over, but it's all in my heart. When I figure everything out, I'll have your good fruit to eat."

"..."

Wan Yanxiu raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

She has always been brooding over the fact that she was drugged back then, and he knows this.

Thinking of that night in the tent, she was almost destroyed at the hands of a few barbaric soldiers, and he couldn't bear to even say a word to her who lost her temper.Finally, there was only a weak sigh left.

"Little Jiu'er is fierce to me too! Actually, I just want to know, how should we get out?"

"It just so happens that I want to know too." Mo Jiu hummed.After watching Yan Xiu knock around with the scabbard, she didn't move.Of course, there is no need to beat, she also knows that the method of "breaking through the wall" just now is impossible to use again.This place is used by imprisoned people, and there must be copper walls and iron arms around it. How can you just knock it open?

"This is not a prison cell."

Xiao Changsi's voice is always very recognizable.

Rusty, hoarse, like knocking on the bottom of a broken pot-it's actually very ugly.

But after getting used to listening these days, Mo Jiu found it kind and pleasant.

She turned her head and raised her chin strangely, "You know again?"

Xiao Changsi walked over unhurriedly, rolled up the cuffs of his robe, pointed at the weird man dragging the iron chain and huddled in the corner of the second-floor platform, and said calmly: "If you don't believe me, ask him."

"Ask him?" Mo Jiu raised his voice and smiled, "Old Xiao, what are you kidding?"

Obviously, since they came in, that strange man has been hiding in the east and west, no matter how he coaxes him to the west or to the north, he hasn't said a word.Where will they be told this?

"Didn't my beloved wife find out?" Xiao Changsi pointed to his own brain again, "He has a problem here."

"How do you know?"

"The eyes are dull, the movements are slow, and the perception is extremely poor."

"...This observation ability, is it really careful?"

In future generations, this old Xiao can be a detective.

(End of this chapter)