The Seventh Bride of President

There was a sharp blade stabbing from the side of his body under the shelter of the crowd. In his hand, Mo Siyu had a dagger that cut iron like mud. He gathered it in his cloak and separated the knife block that was about to stab his belly.

As soon as the wrist was lifted, the whole blade fell into each other's belly. As soon as the handle turned, it was pulled out from each other's heart. The blood dripped down from the flashing tip of the blade and disappeared into the soil...

Mo Chengyue took her wrist and surrounded her with bodyguards. They opened the way in front of each other, isolating them from the surrounding people.

Behind him, someone covered his heart and fell to the ground. The holy fire lit up the altar, but the people were still in the dark.

The people worshiping madly towards the altar are dominated by their enthusiasm, and they can't smell the bloody smell in the air at all...

when the bloody smell in the crowd becomes more and more strong, and someone notices the existence of the dead, Mo Siyu and Mo Chengyue have successfully left the altar and arrived at the cemetery of the Chu family...

the guards light the torches, and Yunsan and luozifeng have already died Waiting here.

Mo Siyu and Mo Chengyue look at this gloomy cemetery, where all the ancestors of the Chu family are buried.

Mo Siyu asked, "have you found the tombstone of the second uncle of the Chu family?"

Cloud three nods: "found, over there."

She raised her hand not far away. Mo Siyu's eyes followed the direction of Yun San's fingers and quickly stepped forward to see a new tombstone beside the tombstone of Chu's second uncle.

Mo Chengyue holds the torch and puts it close to the tombstone, looking at the handwriting: "this is the little medicine boy you brought back from the miasma forest."

Mo Si Yu pulled back the steps of ink and Cheng Yue, "it is more like a drug than a drug child. You see that the grass on this ground has been in the severe winter, but it is still one year old.

But as long as next year's spring blossoms, spring will be blowing again.

The place where the little poison man was buried was soaked in rain and snow water, but there was no grass on the grave. The soil was black, which was very different from the grave covered with dead grass and weeds around...

I read an ancient handwritten book left by the wizard, which recorded that the way for those in power to continue to rule the moon city was to search for fresh blood It's easy to exchange blood, but the method of making medicine man and poison man is cruel....

Mo Siyu can't bear to say more: "brother, you also know some pharmacology and toxicology, you should also know how those poison man and poison man come from."

Mo Chengyue grabs Mo Siyu's finger. "Did you get hurt when you brought the child out of the miasma forest?"

Mo Siyu shook his head. After a moment, he seemed to think of something and replied: "I was scratched by my fingernail, and the wound turned black...

" is it bleeding? "

"Well." Mo Siyu nodded: "I thought the wound would be bad all the time, but later, after I smeared some ointment and took the understanding poison pill, the wound was miraculously good."

Mo Siyu hands the back of his injured hand to Mo Chengyue.

Reflecting on the torch, those hands were white and beautiful, just like ice flesh and jade bone, leaving no scar.

Mo Chengyue's finger crossed from the back of her hand and frowned slightly: "have you ever had any discomfort?"

Mo Siyu thought carefully and shook his head: "it seems not. I was a little tired in those days, so I had a rest in the cabin all the time."

Mo Chengyue released her wrist, silent, "if there is discomfort, you must inform me in advance, if it's not convenient to go out, I can arrange people into Chu house."