"Why are you still standing there? Aren't you hungry?"
Mo Xingsha was a little nervous. He went out in the middle of the night and roasted a rabbit and sent it over. This behavior actually surprised him.
He must be crazy.
In other words, Wen Renyun is a witch. What kind of magic did she use on him to make him become like this?
But it seems like it would be good to be like this...
Mo Xingsha urged: "Eat something. It is estimated that the people in this inn will take action in the middle of the night. After eating it, you can rest for a while."
There is still poison left in her body and she should not suffer from hunger and fatigue.
22: "Tsk tsk... Sure enough, a kid can be taught."
No matter how mean-spirited or strong a male partner is, they can all be trained.
Nan Qing sat on the bed and stretched out his hand: "Bring some here."
She looked like a lazy little kid and couldn't even get out of bed. Mo Xingsha could only sit on the edge of her bed and hold up the barbecue: "Wen Renyun, it means that I have a good temper and can tolerate you."
She always likes to give orders to others and let others serve her. What kind of temper is this?
Whatever temper he has, it's probably his master's temper.
Wen Renyun was the most noble person in the Holy Religion a hundred years ago, so he was naturally accustomed to being served by others and giving orders to others.
Nan Qing only ate one rabbit leg, and most of the other meat was eaten by Mo Xingsha.
"When I've finished eating, you can go back."
Mo Xingsha, who was about to leave, was not happy when he heard her words. What does it mean to dump him when he's done with it? It was referring to Wen Renyun's current behavior.
Mo Xingsha sat on the edge of the bed, folding his hands on his chest and leaning against the bed frame lazily: "I'm not leaving. There's danger tonight. I'll keep a vigil. You have a good rest."
Nan Qing straightened the quilt and looked at him with a smile like a flower: "Mo Xingsha, your lying skills are really bad. If you want to be in the same room with me, you should have told me. What's in your heart, do you think I can't see it?"
Mo Xingsha had a sullen face, suppressing all the emotions in his eyes, refusing to admit it: "What else can I think of? I am..."
"You have an idea. In fact, you not only want to be in the same room with me, you also want to sleep on the same bed as me, right?"
Nan Qing's slender white fingers covered with red cardamom gently covered her mouth. Her lazy expression and blood-red eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his chest and see into his heart.
"..."
Mo Xingcha wanted to get up and leave, but he felt that if he left now, wouldn't he be confirming what she said?
But he really never thought about sleeping on the same bed with her!
How to explain this matter? It will only become darker and darker, but if you don't say it, you will be acquiescing... Mo Xingsha was depressed to death.
Nan Qing put down the pillow and lay lazily on the bed. She yawned delicately: "If you want to keep vigil, just keep vigil. I'm asleep."
After that, she closed her eyes and rested.
Mo Xingsha opened his mouth but didn't make a sound. She was already asleep, what else could he say?
Mo Xingsha could only sit by the bed and watch in depression, but his eyes were always on her fair and delicate face unconsciously.
Why haven't I noticed that Wen Renyun's face is not only good-looking but also very small?
She was completely buried under the quilt, with only one head sticking out. Her fair face was particularly small with her dark hair spread out.
Mo Xingsha wanted to try using his own palm for comparison. Is Wen Renyun's face as big as his palm?
But it was just a thought, he didn't do anything.
People with strong martial arts skills generally have very light sleep, and the slightest movement will wake her up.
Mo Xingsha retracted his eyes, clasped his hands on his chest and closed his eyes to rest.
The inn was extremely quiet that night, and all the decent disciples were sound asleep.
It wasn't until midnight... there were some subtle sounds in the inn.
There seemed to be the sound of sharpening a knife, and the sharp machete made a horrifying sound as it rubbed against the whetstone.
"Are you sure all those people are asleep?"
"They must all be asleep. They have been taking the medicine for so many years. The medicine I gave must be accurate."
The big man who was sharpening his knife smiled and said: "The people I met this time are all fat guys. Judging from the clothes they wear, they are all direct descendants of famous and upright families. Their martial arts must be very strong."
"Don't worry, I just saw that they are not simple people at first glance, so I gave them a heavier dose of medicine than usual. They will sleep like pigs in the room." The cook with a scar on his face promised.
After a few big men sharpened their machetes, they went upstairs.
Several people died instantly when the knife was lifted from his hand.
There was a disciple who was not feeling well today and had not eaten anything. He got up after hearing the sound, and at a glance he saw someone opposite with a knife to kill people!
"not good!"
The disciple shouted.
"Elder brother and younger sister, we are in danger!"
"Fuck, there is actually another person who is not knocked out by the medicine. Hurry up and surround him. Don't let him escape. Kill him!"
The big man shouted, and the other people listened to this big man and immediately went over to surround the disciple.
With so many disciples, there are always a few who slip through the net, and there are several people who were not knocked out by the medicine, including senior brother.
The elder brother's face changed drastically when he knew what happened!
He quickly put on his coat and took out a small bottle, walked up to each unconscious disciple and asked them to smell the medicine inside the bottle.
The medicine bottle was shaken between the mouths and noses of the unconscious disciples for a few times, and then the unconscious disciples woke up, but even after they woke up, their bodies could not exert much strength for a while.
"Elder brother, what's going on?"
"Stop talking, sit down and adjust your breathing quickly, and you guys, please adjust your breathing quickly. This inn is a hacker's inn, and one of our senior brothers has been killed..."
They were careless. They were tricked by a hacker bureau before they even reached the gate of the Demon Cult branch!
The senior brother hurriedly came to the female disciple's house. Sun Xueer had been awakened by other female disciples.
Sun Xueer sat on the ground and adjusted her breath without strength. When she got a little better, she opened her eyes: "Elder brother, what should we do? We have all taken traditional Chinese medicine..."
"Don't panic. After you adjust your breath a little, those madmen won't be scary."
But some disciples were still killed, damn it!
"Disciples who are good at regulating their breath protect the Dharma for others!"
"yes!"
People who have just adjusted their breath have no strength. They usually have high martial arts skills, but now they are still struggling to deal with these people after taking the Mongolian sweat medicine.
Sun Xueer was helped out by a female disciple and saw two people, one black and one red, at the end of the corridor.
The two people stood at the end of the corridor and looked at them as if nothing had happened. It seemed that they did not have the Sino-Mongolian sweat medicine.
At first glance, these two people were very powerful in martial arts. Sun Xueer couldn't help but shout loudly: "Two knights, please lend a helping hand. We are disciples of the Kunshan sect. We have all been hit by the Mongolian sweat medicine and are weak. I hope you can help us, two knights."
Help us!"
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The author has something to say:
Hee hee, good night, where are the good night kisses? Come on, let me kiss you first, okay okay okay~