Evil Millet Bug: Nine-year-old Concubine

Chapter 73

Qi Cheng was well aware of the importance of the matter, and detoxifying Shang Mo was the most important thing in yesterday's situation, so he did not appear together with 67 Sha to prevent the man in white from taking Shang Mo away, followed closely all the way, and stood at the foot of the mountain again After a whole night, the person waiting was naturally Shang Mo.

Seeing that the black robe on his body was already soaked by the dew in the wilderness, it was obvious that this guy stood motionless all night.

"Hey, why did you stand like this all night again? Since you're here, you should send someone to tell me, if it wasn't Ling... the subordinate who saved me told me that you were waiting here. If I'm in a good mood, I decided to stay here for more What should I do if I stay for a few days?" Shang Mo tried to persuade him that Qi Cheng would do things in his own way, if he would listen to her persuasion, he would save himself a little trouble.

"Then I'll wait for you for a few days." Qi Cheng said coldly, seeing that Shang Mo had finally returned intact, the coldness in those strange purple pupils gradually receded, but his tone was as cold as ever.

"Forget it, it doesn't make sense to you." Shang Mo couldn't help but rolled his eyes, Qi Cheng's temper was bigger than hers.

"Get in the carriage if you can't make sense, there are so many words." Qi Sheng's face was livid, and his tone was full of impatience. He raised his hand and lifted the curtain in front of the carriage, and said in a bad tone, "Go in."

Looking at the carriage, and then at Qi Cheng's unattractive face, Shang Mo suddenly felt amused, burst out laughing, put one hand behind his back, and pointed playfully with the other: "Carriage? Qi Cheng, you are the first Do you know me, Shangmo, one day? When did I become so weak that I needed you to pick me up in a carriage."

"A woman should look like a woman, stop talking nonsense, you won't be able to get in!" Qi Cheng had a good temper, but he would be so angry that he lost all good temper when he was around a person like Shang Mo who was always good and bad.

No matter how powerful she is, she is also a woman, so she really regards herself as a god?If she is a god, how could she be poisoned by someone else's way?What a damn woman who doesn't know what to do!
Seeing Qi Cheng growl with a dark face, Shang Mo coughed and cleared his throat, and wisely stopped getting serious with this stubborn stone on such trivial matters.

He jumped onto the carriage easily, Qi Cheng was careful, maybe he was worried that Shang Mo had other injuries, but he put a lot of bottles and cans on the carriage, with a white tiger fur blanket under his feet to keep him warm, and ordered Smelling the soothing golden sandalwood, Shang Mo lazily raised one arm to support his head and lay down.

As soon as Shang Mo lay down, Qi Cheng outside the carriage neatly turned over and jumped onto the edge of the carriage. The shafts rolled, and the carriage moved forward quite smoothly, for fear of bumping into people in the carriage.

The decayed grass has no thoughts in the sky, and walks all over Qingqiu Road without saying a word.

The sky gradually darkened...

"If I don't die today, one day, I will ask you to kneel down to meet each other, and pay with blood!"

eye for eye!
eye for eye!
In the wilderness, heart-piercing echoes resounded throughout the world, lightning and thunder pierced the sky, and suddenly, heavy rain poured down!

The road was muddy, the sticky yellow soil was stained on the body, and the hair was disheveled. It was a blood-stained face. Under the heavy rain at this moment, the face gradually changed from blurred to clear. It was a man's face, resolute, cold, There is a three-point nobleness in the determination, and a three-point coldness in the nobleness, especially those blood-stained eyes, which are tough and stubborn. They are eyes that refuse to accept fate and the sky. There is hatred in it, which makes people tremble with fear. hatred!
The man was lying in the bloody water, all the tendons of his limbs and hamstrings were cut off, and he was stabbed several times, dying.

He could feel life draining from his body, blood seeping out from every wound bit by bit, the dirt and blackened blood filth almost swallowed him, did he die here if he didn't avenge his revenge?
Someone galloped past him on a horse, and the rising dirty water mercilessly hit him again and again, but no one was willing to get off the horse and take a look at him from the beginning to the end.

Good fortune tricks people, good fortune tricks people!

"The sky bears me, I wish to become a demon, I wish to become a demon..." From tearing and roaring to being angry, it seems that this person is destined to go to hell with regret in his heart.

At this moment, from a distance, the wheels of a car rolled over the muddy mountain road full of puddles, the sound changed from vague to clear, getting closer, getting closer...

He sneered, without a trace of hope, what else in the world has he not seen?
Sure enough, the carriage gradually approaching from a distance was moving extremely slowly. The driver was a man in black robe who was wet by the rain but was unmoved. The carriage passed by slowly and completely, and all Like a human being, she didn't stop when she passed him, or even look at him.

The man who fell on the muddy ground slowly closed his eyes, and could no longer make a sound...

Suddenly the carriage passed by him and backed up slowly. He opened his eyes with force, his vision was blurred, he seemed to see someone coming out from the curtain, a quiet fragrance approaching, a white and slender figure After getting out of the carriage, a pair of spotless white brocade boots walked towards him step by step regardless of the mud and dirt.

"Not dead yet, Qi Cheng, help me save him."

A refreshing and nice voice, that voice is really nice, with a flat tone, she is not flustered at all, she seems to be so calm and calm in everything she does, and there is no sympathy for him in her tone, but why is it in his ears at this moment? , looks so gentle, so nice...

A fairy, a fairy in white clothes, not stained with a trace of indifference in the world.

"Why save him? You are not a compassionate person." Qi Cheng frowned, but even so, he got out of the carriage according to Shang Mo's order, and walked towards the dying man.

Shang Mo picked up his lips and chuckled, his gaze was always on the hand of the man who fell on the ground. His tendons had already been cut off, but at this moment he was holding on to the dirt on the ground, as if he was dragging his life Similarly, in such a situation where life is worse than death, he still has such amazing perseverance and is unwilling to die. This kind of person is either because he has a hatred that is greater than the sky in his heart, or because he has a more terrifying endurance than ordinary people.

"Hand tendons and hamstrings are broken." Shang Mo leaned down, and carefully covered the wound on the man's wrist with his slender and soft jade fingers. Feeling the man's body tremble, Shang Mo chuckled and patted Pat his hand quilt, trying to get him out of this state of alert: "If you use such force again, this hand will really be exhausted."

"Why... save me..." He was still on guard.

Shang Mo raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and said lazily: "What's the use of talking, how can you do it if you want to pay the blood of your enemy?"

(End of this chapter)