My host is a playboy

Chapter 293
The next day.

"Come on, Miss Sanqian is dead!" A shout pierced the tranquility of the morning.

The shallow sleep that Yun Qing raised in the last world has not recovered yet.

Ever since, Yun Qing woke up the moment the voice sounded.

Three thousand dead?

Yun Qing was taken aback, Sanqian just had a dispute with Xiaolou yesterday, and died today?
Is it...

No, if it was really a small building, it would be too suspicious.

Yun Qing tidied herself up briefly and rushed over.

On the second day after arriving at the mission world, two people had already died.

This is one of the fastest tasks for dead people.

When they arrived at the scene of the crime, they saw Sanqian lying on the table in the gazebo, holding a small jade bottle in his hand, unconscious, with blood on the corner of his mouth, but his expression was peaceful.

Poisoned?

Yun Qing's beautiful eyes froze.

What happened has gone beyond imagination, obviously in the original plot, no one died today.

And Sanqian didn't die from poisoning, but fell from a building...

Things are really getting more and more complicated.

It's just that the order of death has not changed temporarily.

Miwu, Sanqian, the next one is Xiaoyi...

Well, as long as you stare at Xiaoyi recently, you may have some clues.

"Qiu Yu, can you tell what kind of poison it is?" The second pavilion master stood aside, with no expression of joy or anger.

The man called Qiu Yu picked up the jade bottle and sniffed it. After a while, he cupped his hands towards the second pavilion master and said, "It's Mandala."

Mandala, see the poison that seals the throat with blood.

The second pavilion master pressed his temples, feeling a little tired, and waved his hand towards Qiu Yu, "Okay, I understand, you can go down."

Qiu Yu cupped her hands and said, "The Bufei Pigeon sends a letter to tell..."

Before he could say a word, the Second Pavilion Master just glanced at him lightly, Qiu Yu stopped talking, wisely stopped talking, and left silently.

When Yun Qing heard that it was a mandala, her pupils shrank slightly. There was no other reason, the original owner died from the poison of the mandala.

However, in this way, the suspicion of Xiaolou became more and more serious.

But, is it really her?
From the corner of Yun Qing's eyes, she glanced at Xiao Lou, and saw that she was a little embarrassed.

"Go away, don't stop me!" A violent voice came from outside the courtyard.

"Master, the Second Pavilion Master has ordered you not to go in."

"Why! Sanqian is dead, can't I even look at her?"

"Master, please go back."

"No! Aunt! Aunt! Let me in! I beg you, Aunt, just let me see the last side of Sanqian, Aunt..."

"Aunt...nephew, please..."

"aunt……"

The Second Pavilion Master frowned when he heard the begging outside, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Forget it, let him in."

The second pavilion master opened his mouth, and the guards no longer stopped Xuan Jiu.

Xuan Jiu stumbled and ran past, and saw Sanqian lying unconscious on the gazebo table.

The tears fell all at once, and I couldn't stop them.

"Three thousand, three thousand, wake up..."

"Didn't you say that you would take me out to meet the world after you became an oiran? Why did you break your promise..."

"Sanqian, get up, don't sleep, the sun is so bright today, hurry up and fly the kite with me..."

"Three thousand..."

Xuan Jiu was crying in a sputtering manner, and her fair face was covered with tears, which clearly showed the sadness of her master.

The Second Pavilion Master sighed, walked over and rubbed Xuan Jiu's head, "Son, Sanqian wouldn't want to see you like this."

"Auntie, Sanqian is gone, she doesn't want me anymore...Auntie..." Xuan Jiu's pure eyes were full of sadness.

"Sister Sanqian, she doesn't want me anymore..."

(End of this chapter)