The eight hundred and twelve chapters are drugged, and the plan will be calculated
On the third floor, the guest room directly above the room where Song Qianwei was imprisoned.
A burly man withdrew his energy and said in a loud voice: "He finished the porridge."
The waiter who had come in at some unknown time nodded and said, "In this case, his suspicion can be eliminated."
The big man waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, you can step back. If you have nothing to do, don't come in and disturb me."
"yes."
The waiter didn't mind the big man's attitude at all, bowed slightly and retreated.
This big man was exactly the innate great master Di Xin had sensed before, Tian Zi No. 9, who joined Mingyue Tower later than Zhao Quanyou.
Unlike Zhao Quan, who is used to sneak attacks, Tianzi No. 9 takes a bold path, which is why he was sent to carry out this mission.
His fierce fighting style is perfect for restraining an assassin-type killer like Zhao Quanyou in a head-on battle.
Coupled with the Ruizhao Warlock downstairs who can interfere with and control other people's bodies, Tianzi No. 9 has always felt that the two of them are enough to deal with the defected Tianzi No. 5.
However, he did not express his dissatisfaction with the extra second level strong men despite the order from the Lord God.
When the waiter left, Tianzi No. 9 closed his eyes again.
Some time ago, he heard some new martial arts concepts, which were said to have come from that prince's army.
These martial arts concepts are of their own, which are very different from the popular martial arts concepts today. They are very novel. He was attracted to them after hearing some rumors.
He has been studying these new martial arts concepts these days.
However, these martial arts concepts were too fragmentary, causing him to vaguely grasp something, but he could never figure out the key points, as if there was a layer of window paper that could never be broken.
The feeling like a lump in the throat made Tianzi No. 9's temper even more violent. If Shenjun hadn't told them to cooperate temporarily, this waiter would have died long ago if he dared to disturb an ordinary person just to watch him drink porridge.
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Now that the waiter has left, how can he have the slightest intention to monitor that ordinary person.
If there was any unusual behavior, an ordinary person could just slap him to death.
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The waiter left the room at Tianzi No. 9, looked back at the closed door, and sighed.
If possible, he didn't want to come up to this envoy who was getting increasingly bad-tempered.
However, the shopkeeper was reporting the situation to the Lord in the secret room. The most grumpy angel went to investigate the information intercepted last night. The angel downstairs never allowed others to disturb him when he was in such a mood.
After all the calculations, this is the only one left.
Fortunately, this divine envoy was just a bit grumpy and was too lazy to take it out on an ant with little cultivation like him.
Just wanting him to continue to monitor the scholar was impossible.
But this is not a big deal. Since the man drank the porridge, there is no need to worry about him causing any trouble again.
The waiter knew clearly that his suspicion and excessive caution were all influenced by the former shopkeeper.
Yes, when Zhao Quanyou was still the shopkeeper of Mingyue Tower, he was the waiter here. Under the influence, his personality is somewhat similar to Zhao Quanyou.
But this is also the reason why after Zhao Quanyou defected, he could still work as a waiter in this restaurant as an ordinary person.
The waiter comes into contact with all kinds of people every day, including some ministers or nobles. Without this caution and suspicion, he might be exposed at some point.
It's just that he won't be as extreme as Zhao Quanyou.
After placing two people in the vacant room on the other side of Di Xin's room and asking them to monitor Di Xin's movements at all times, the waiter returned downstairs.
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An hour later.
After realizing that all the sensations surrounding him were gone, Di Xin waited patiently for a while before suddenly opening his eyes.
Not saying anything is innocent, but if someone is killed, it will be a big trouble for Mingyue Tower. At this critical moment, no one will ask for trouble.
Therefore, the white porridge that night was not poison that could seal one's throat upon seeing blood.
If Di Xin had not been reading various medical books since he came to this world, he might even have ignored it.
It is a soothing medicinal material with a light taste that can greatly relieve headaches and dizziness, but it has a huge side effect.
After taking this medicinal material, people will feel weak and weak for a period of time.
If the dose is large enough, even the most advanced martial arts cultivators will not be able to be perfectly immune to this side effect. Only the innately strong will not be affected by it.
Although the amount in that bowl of white porridge was not that much, it was still enough for a weak martial artist in the mid-acquired stage for a few days.
Di Xin's current personality is just an ordinary person with a lot of energy and blood, not even a martial artist, but he was given such a large dose, which is enough to show the caution of the waiter.
Di Xin even felt a hint of Zhao Quanyou's style in it.
Fortunately, this medicinal material does not cause huge permanent side effects. The dose is large, and at most it will only make you weak for a while longer.
If Di Xin is really just an ordinary person, I am afraid that he will not have any power to restrain the chicken before the deadline set by Mingyue Tower.
If he meets those four gangsters from yesterday again, he may only get robbed.
However, Di Xin was not only a second-level strongman, but also a double second-level strongman, which caused Xiao Er's strategy to fail from the beginning.
After thinking for a moment, Di Xin closed his eyes again.
Then it wasn't until dark that he stepped out of the room again.
Although I didn't go in the wrong direction this time, I still held on to the railing and my face was still pale.
The waiter came up to us, guided Di Xin to sit down at a table, and asked knowingly: "Sir, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"Ahem..."
Di Xin coughed twice and said feebly: "I don't know what's going on. After sleeping, although my head doesn't hurt anymore, I don't have any strength at all."
The waiter asked back: "Hangovers are all like this. Have you never drank alcohol before?"
"I've had some, but it's all home-brewed wine, and I don't drink much."
Di Xin said with some aftertaste: "The wine in the capital is so delicious that I couldn't help but indulge in a few more drinks last night."
After speaking, he licked his lips.
The waiter did not doubt that he was there, and warned him: "Then you can't drink like this in the future. I have seen one of the worst customers. He didn't get over his hangover for a month."
Di Xin looked surprised and said, "One month is too long!"
The waiter smiled and comforted Di Xin: "There are cases where nothing happens or things get better in a day or two. You don't have to worry too much."
"That's good, that's good...ahem."
Di Xin coughed twice more.
The waiter seemed to realize that he had said too much, so he quickly changed the topic and asked: "Sir, what would you like to eat?"