quiet!
Extremely quiet!
In a dark room with only a little light coming from the cracks in the window, which could vaguely illuminate the floating mist, two large barrels were placed side by side, and the steaming hot steam evaporated the pungent smell of medicine.
"cough……"
Not long after, a cough broke the silence, and the sound of bubbles spitting out from the medicine bucket on the right came out:
"Sure enough, Bai Zhou took action and committed suicide."
"It can be seen that Ba Zunzhen understands that he does not want to cooperate, and Xu Xiaoshou does not want to cooperate either."
"Most of the creatures in this world are like this. Between the choices of one and two, they always want to make a third choice."
"As everyone knows, they can never escape the fate behind them."
There was a splash of water, and the liquid medicine splashed out of the barrel turned into paper cranes after falling to the ground.
After the paper crane moved forward on the ground for a certain distance, it was spread out into a blank square paper, unable to be spread on the ground.
A figure emerged from the medicine barrel.
He turned to the left and placed his hands on the edge of the barrel, as if he wanted to support the weight of his body and raise his head.
To no avail.
He could only hang himself by his armpits first and let his upper body flow down naturally. When his waist was stuck on the edge of the wall, his upper body was as soft as paper and fell to the outer wall of the barrel.
When his head was about to hit the ground and stop, he said with a smile:
"You think so?"
Bobo…
Several blisters were also spit out from the medicine bucket on the left, and a perfect face with ice-cold muscles and jade bones slowly emerged from the water.
Just when he brushed his wet hair with his hands like this, his cheeks became more pink and delicate than the skin of a human baby.
Dao Qiongcang pushed his long hair back and forward over his left chest, took a deep breath of hot air full of medicinal fragrance, with a look of intoxication on his face, closed his eyes and sighed:
"The Southern Territory is indeed a fertile land..."
On the right, the limp figure folded on the edge of the medicine barrel smiled again:
"According to your vision, the most enchanting Tianjihua has bloomed all over the mountains and plains in the sinful land of the Southern Territory."
"Fertile soil."
"Oh, yes, there was a slip of the tongue... The fertile soil of the Southern Territory."
The room was quiet for a while, and then the soft man asked again: "Have you met the leader of the Saint Slave?"
"Yes, we have been together for a while, and we get along well..." Dao Qiongcang thought for a moment, opened his eyes and smiled, "It's very harmonious."
"Are they going to Xuyue Gray Palace?"
"Exactly."
"They went to Xuyue Gray Palace once before. Palace Master Baizhou was still wary and did not agree to cooperate. Now that Palace Master Baizhou is not here, they still go to Xuyue Gray Palace..."
"Very good, what's the reason?"
The soft man paused for a moment, and seeing that the question had no results, he could only say: "I guess they are planning to commit the following crime."
"Hahaha……"
Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly, waved his hands for a long time and said: "Don't use these four-character words in the future... The plan of the Eight Masters is really to get along with the main war faction and the conservative faction first, so as to force Bai Zhou to bow his head."
"Why, don't they have a master?"
"You have to think from this perspective. He, the Eight Masters, has already failed once. This time, no accident is allowed to happen. And I, Xu Xiaoshou..." Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes, "It was too unexpected."
"so?"
"So when we meet again, he must be fully confident, divide all the constraints equally, and get back the city he lost more than thirty years ago."
After a pause, Dao Qiongcang shook hands and said, "How can something tied by a rope be as sure as something held in the hand?"
After speaking, Dao Qiongcang seemed to be unaccustomed to saying something so clearly.
Looking at the fist clenched in the air, a look of hatred quickly appeared on his face. He puffed up his chest fiercely, punched his fist, and stood up from the medicine bucket:
"This time..."
His momentum suddenly stopped.
After putting the exposed thumb inside his fist, he continued to shout passionately into the air:
"I will take back all that I have lost!"
"..."
The closed room was a bit embarrassingly quiet.
Dao Qiong's peripheral vision glanced at the soft man who could only stare at the wall of the barrel in a daze. He pursed his lips and sat back down in the liquid.
"Situ..."
no respond.
Dao Qiongcang paused: "Nangong has skills!"
"Huh?" The soft man responded, as if he wanted to raise his head, but he didn't seem to have the strength as he was still half-immersed in the bucket.
"I also want to go to Xuyue Gray Palace. Do you think the Eight Masters have left there?"
"Maybe?"
"Don't you know how to count?" Dao Qiongcang was annoyed, "When you came to the fertile land of the Southern Territory, have you also been infected with the decadent will here?"
"Well……"
"Are you a goose too?"
The soft man who was called Nangong Youshu really didn't know where he offended Dao Qiongcang. He slithered back into the medicine like a snake and said, "I came to the Southern Territory, but I was never idle for a moment."
Before Dao Qiongcang could open his mouth, he continued to curse.
Nangong Youshu emerged from the liquid and handed over a roll of crumpled, dry paper: "This is a propaganda leaflet."
Dao Qiongcang raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
"It was stained with the storyteller's saliva, and it was unsuspecting."
Dao Qiongcang's eyes flashed and he took a picture of the crumpled paper. Sure enough, there was some original saliva on it, which seemed to still retain its temperature.
"I don't know what this can do for you, but I feel that it should be useful." Nangong Youshu raised his head and then retracted.
"Only for storytellers?"
Dao Qiongcang looked back and asked, the eight masters are now a piece of rotten wood, but they always have to be accompanied by someone when they enter the Southern Territory.
Since Nangong Youshu met the storyteller, he got his bodily fluids without the other party noticing.
So, is there a possibility...
"Here."
The soft man stretched out his hand and handed over a hand that was severed at the wrist.
Dao Qiongcang's pupils opened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, "You cut off the hands of the Eight Masters?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that this was too dreamy and unrealistic.
Because that palm clearly has five fingers.
"This is my hand." Nangong Youshu said.
What do I need your hands for... If ordinary people were afraid of saying this bluntly, Dao Qiongcang just looked forward to it with twinkling eyes.
Nangong Youshu obviously also inherited the essence of selling off people. After hesitating and talking about him for a long time, Dao Qiongcang heard what he wanted to hear most:
"It is also the hand that is about to touch the Eight Masters."
Dao Qiongcang opened his chest, took out an exquisite azure jade box, threw away the saliva flyer, put the severed hand into the box as if it were a treasure, closed the lid, and put it back into his chest.
Then he raised his head: "Well done!"
To be continued...