"Wen Renyun, what do you think of me as your servant?"
She was the one who ordered the dignified leader like this. Also, the last time she asked him to help her, Mo Xingcha found that she loved ordering people and acted as if she should.
Nan Qing did not raise his head and said while writing: "What's wrong with treating you as a junior? Are you older than me or are you more skilled in martial arts than me?"
The thing that makes her happiest in this world is probably that her force value is very high, higher than that of the best male partner in the world, so she doesn't have to worry about being suppressed by him.
Mo Xingcha was frustrated and anxious. He was indeed not as old as her and not as good as her in martial arts. Mo Xingcha leaned aside with his arms folded and refused to grind the ink for her.
Nan Qing didn't care, she just did it herself. She held the dark ink stick with her slender fingers and slowly rubbed it. With the other hand, she held a small silver spoon and spooned a few drops of water. She slowly grinded the ink.
Mo Xingsha was unconsciously attracted by her movements, not to mention that her posture of grinding ink was quite beautiful, and her slender fingers holding the ink stick looked very nice.
She lowered her head and her long hair hung down slightly but not messy. A small strand of long hair blocked a little bit of her cheek, making people want to reach out and hang it behind her ears.
She ignored him the whole time and processed the books in front of him. Mo Xingsha looked at them for a long time and then directly reached out and took the brush to process them together.
I can't drive her away, and I can't watch her handle all the affairs. When the people below see that all the small seals in this book are the girl's family, I'm afraid they will think that she has completely taken control of the Holy Religion.
Mo Xingsha was used to occupying a big table by himself, and now that there was an extra person, he was as unhappy as he wanted.
I thought she would stay for a long time, but I didn't expect that she got up and left after dealing with it for an hour.
Mo Xingsha put down his brush and said jokingly: "Why is the saint leaving? There are still a few books here, why don't we deal with them together?"
Nan Qing frowned: "Am I the only one in the Holy Religion?"
The implication is, are you dead? Don’t you know how to deal with these books?
Mo Xingsha's face visibly collapsed.
Nan Qing turned around and left.
Di Lin, who was standing by the door, was frightened to death. The saint was indeed a saint. In just two hours, almost all the saint's words and deeds violated the leader's taboo.
The pressure of the leader was clearly felt, and he felt like he was about to kneel down.
But the saint didn't seem to feel anything at all and walked away calmly.
Mo Xingcha couldn't calm down for a long time: "Damn it, she just woke up and defeated me."
Seeing that she was unhappy, she couldn't really show off her face.
Mo Xingsha lowered his head and processed the last few books, stood up and left. Di Lin did not dare to ask or follow. No one knew where Mo Xingsha had gone.
.......
"Are you sure this poison is debilitating?"
The darkest and dampest place in the Devil's Cult Canyon, there are caves everywhere, and the bottles and jars in the caves are all filled with poison.
Mo Xingsha, who was dressed in dark clothes, held a small porcelain bottle in his hand. He opened it and took a look at the liquid inside. It smelled odorless and looked colorless, just like ordinary water.
"Master, this poison is the most secret kind of poison I have here. It is colorless and odorless. Taking it in the early stage will make the martial arts practitioner weak. In the later stage, the person will become obsessed with it, and finally die from the sudden fire." A hunchbacked face was covered with poisonous pustules.
The man said with a smile on his face.
His whole body is filled with poison, which makes him look very scary. This smile makes him even more scary.
Mo Xingsha held the small porcelain bottle: "Okay, I will take this medicine with you."
He took the medicine and left.
Mo Xingcha didn't worry at all that the Seventh Elder would report anything. The Seventh Elder was the poisonous person he rescued and was the most loyal to him.
Mo Xingsha gave the bottle of poison to a maid in the main palace and asked her to put it into Wen Renyun's favorite food.
Nan Qing was in a very good mood after coming back from Mo Xingsha's place. Er Er also watched a scene: "I feel like you are not here to save the male supporting actor, you are here to make him angry."
"Did I?"
"You do." Er Er shook his calves and then crossed his legs elegantly: "Don't quibble, I started recording the screen here. The screen recording proves that you are angry with the male co-star every word."
"It's better to be angry with me than to fall in love with the heroine of the world and end up falling off a cliff." Nan Qing entered the room and asked someone to bring him several jars of fine wine.
The wine was delivered quickly, and Nan Qing poured a small cup and tasted it carefully.
Er Er's cold voice said quickly: "Don't drink it, it's poisonous!"
"Will it poison people?"
"Not now, but it will happen if you drink too much."
It's not enough for now. Nan Qing took a sip of the wine mixed with poison and tasted it carefully: "It doesn't have any taste, but it feels like my wine has been mixed with a little water and destroyed the original aroma."
"It should be a colorless and odorless poison."
Nan Qing looked at the wine: "Colorless and odorless poison should not be put into wine. For a drinker, you can taste it immediately after adding a few drops of water."
Er Er rolled his eyes gracefully: "Do you think people who like to drink have such a sensitive tongue like you?"
"Isn't everyone else like this?"
"no!"
"oh."
"..."
Nan Qing didn't feel any good after drinking, but Er Er told her that he knew why the original owner went crazy and died.
It is because of this poison that it can induce people to become possessed.
"Tsk, it seems that the original owner was killed by the male partner. I have to be more careful."
"It might be more credible to put down the poison in your hand when you say you should be careful." Erer just watched her take another sip, covering her face in confusion: "Nan Qing, this wine is laced with poison.
Does it taste so good?"
"It's okay. It's rare to drink poisonous wine once in this life. It's unusual."
Er Er felt that there was something wrong with Nan Qing, probably because she couldn't die from drinking, and that was why she was so unscrupulous.
If something really happened, she might be in front of the male partner in a minute, and maybe even force him to drink it.
Nan Qing is not such a casual person on the surface, she also holds grudges.
From that day on, Nan Qing went to Fan Mo Xingsha every day and regarded his study as his own. Every time, he sat in his chair and occupied his desk with his writing brush.
Mo Xingsha seemed to be competing with her with his pen, processing things very quickly, just to handle more things than her.
"Mo Xingsha, do you think the way you fight is childish?"
"No, because it's not just me who is fighting."
"Just take your time and deal with it."
Mo Xingsha raised his head and said, "The Saint has gone back so soon today? Are you feeling tired? If you are tired, you don't have to come here every day. After all, you are not the only one in the Holy Religion."
Nan Qing rubbed his temples and softened his voice: "I may be a little tired after sitting for a long time, so I will ask someone to bring you a pot of strong tea."
Mo Xingsha saw that her face seemed a little pale and her writing speed was not very fast today. Maybe the medicine had taken effect.
The maid replied that she drinks wine every day and drinks all the spiked wine.
"That's all, I'm very tired. It's up to you to deal with these things. I'm going back first."
She stood up holding the chair, and the thin red figure stood up and left. Mo Xingsha glanced at the empty seat next to her.