Dazhi's face was expressionless, but his tone could not hide his excitement, "The master laughed, it was the incompetence of his subordinates, he had been lurking in the ancient family for many days but he had not found any trace of the master until today, please rest assured that the subordinates would save the master from here if he died!"

Sikong Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, not missing the anger and hatred in Dazhi's eyes, it seemed that he knew something.

"What do you know? ”

Dazhi pursed his lips, his hands hanging on his sides were clenched tightly, and the green tendons on his forehead kept jumping, obviously angry to the extreme.

"The day after the master was placed under house arrest by Gu Huang, news came from South Korea that Zhang Feng was plotted against during the Jin family's struggle and was in danger. ”

Zhang Feng?

Sikong smiled and raised his eyebrows, it turned out that dealing with himself was just to make a wedding dress for the annexation of the Jin family, tsk... The ambition is not small, but the Jin family is not easy to deal with, not to mention that the Jin family is in trouble, the martial family will never sit idly by, and in an emergency, the two families join forces, isn't the Gu family weak?

No...

Sikong Xiao shook his head, Sikong Huang will not be so stupid, she must have other things to rely on, this, Sikong Xiao firmly believes.

But that Zhang Feng... Tsk, it seems to be very pleasing to that person...

If he planted it, someone must be very uncomfortable, right?

Thinking of this, Sikong Xiao gloated and hooked the corners of his lips, looked up at Dazhi, and asked, "Zhang Feng is dead?"

"Nope. ”

Hearing Dazhi gritted his teeth and popped out these two words, Sikong Xiao smiled on his lips for a moment, and then pursed his lips...

It's a pity that there is one less chance to make Sikong Huang sad, but what's the matter with Dazhi's cannibalistic expression?

Sikong smiled inexplicably, and was about to ask, when he heard the person in front of him gritting his teeth and then said: "That Zhang Feng didn't know who had been poisoned, and if he wanted to detoxify, he could only use the extremely cold and extremely hot spirit treasure to detoxify the poison." ”

An extremely cold and extremely hot spiritual treasure?

Sikong Xiao's body suddenly froze, and his heart was hit hard by something, "You mean..."

Dazhi gritted his teeth and nodded, the hatred in his eyes became thicker and stronger, and when he saw Sikong Xiao being inadvertently exposed by the iron locks of the horns, his fists clicked even more.

Sikong smiled and looked at his heart, the extremely cold but extremely hot spirit treasure, isn't it the blood of hellfire flowing on his body......

Especially in the heart and blood, the effect of the medicine is definitely the best.

Oh, no wonder I apologized to myself while sticking a knife, so it is, so it is!

His eyes were sour, Sikong Xiao immediately raised his head, and forcibly pressed back the wetness, Sikong Xiao, Sikong Xiao, you finally understand now, right?

Sikong Huang is not ruthless, but the person she wants to save is not herself.

Raising his head weakly, Sikong Xiao only felt that his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, as if he couldn't open them anymore when he closed them.

"Master... Are you alright?"

Seeing the person in front of him like this, Dazhi was very worried.

"It's fine. ”

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Xiao turned his head to look at Dazhi, and the smile in his black eyes was cold.

Dazhi's heart jumped, "Does the master have a plan?"

"Not yet. ”

Dazhi was stunned when he heard this, Sikong Xiao's expression was obviously a plan, why didn't she tell herself? Doesn't she believe in herself? Thinking of this, Dazhi showed a trace of loneliness on his face, and he was also interested in... With such a useless subordinate as himself, how can the master trust him.

Seeing the loss of the person in front of him, Sikong Xiao stretched out his hand and knocked on his arm, and said with a smile: "Don't think about those who don't have it like the old ladies, let you stay in the Gu family, I have my own plans, you go first, don't let others see the horse's feet!"

The iron lock on the wrist that had been carefully bandaged with gauze jingled non-stop, and Dazhi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he nodded and went out with the fainted maid without saying a word.

*

It's night, late at night.

Sikong Xiao was lying on the bed, with a green silk casually draped behind him, looking at the top of the bed with blank eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the familiar and subtle footsteps came to his ears that Sikong Xiao came back to his senses and slowly closed his eyes.

With a sinking of his shoulders, Sikong Xiao felt that someone was sitting on the bed, and he didn't need to speak, the cold fragrance with a chill had already proved who was coming.

"Xiaoxiao, it's finally the last time..."

There was a gentle force on his cheeks that belonged to that person, as if he was caressing some rare treasure, but Sikong Xiao didn't have time to take care of this, and his heart was full of what Sikong Huang had just said.

What does it mean to finally be the last time?

For the last time... The last time? Did it happen many times before?

Thinking of the inexplicable pain in his heart when he was in the carriage before, as well as Gu Qi's desire to speak and stop before he died, and the extremely angry appearance of Dazhi, Sikong Xiao's heart suddenly felt a chill, and a chill spread from his limbs...

How many stabs did she stab herself?

"Laugh, it's going to be over soon, it's finally going to end..."

The voice next to his ears was filled with joy, and Sikong Huang was trembling with excitement, but Sikong Xiao only felt extremely ironic, and he didn't care that he was still pretending to be unconscious, and a cold smile was pulled out of his lips.

yes, it's going to be over soon...

The excited Sikong Huang didn't find the smile on Sikong Xiao's lips, and gently helped the little man lying on the bed up according to his previous habits, and then carefully hugged him into his arms, feeling the little guy's increasingly light body, Sikong Huang was very distressed, and hugged Sikong Xiao tighter with his arm, "Xiaoxiao, can you forgive Sister Huang again?"

Hmph, you think beautifully.

The placket on the chest was ripped open again, and the fair-skinned and flawless perfect delicate body was once again exposed to the air...

Sikong Xiao pursed his lips slightly, although his eyes were still closed, his face still inevitably showed a little bitterness, could it be that all the love and care in the past were all lied to me......

Sikong Huang didn't move for a long time, and just when Sikong Xiao just had a glimmer of hope in his heart, his heart was cold, and the strangely shaped dagger had already disappeared into the flesh and blood without hesitation.

Scold...

Sikong laughed silently, Sikong Huang, you are really the most ruthless person I have ever met.

The heat of the heart gushed out frantically again, and all the blood that flowed out of the heart was sucked away by the dagger that was as transparent as ice crystals, and I don't know how long it took for the dagger to become red all over......

Tired.

Sikong Xiao's slightly open eyes have become extremely heavy, and his whole body is shouting tired, and every nerve is making Sikong Xiao fall asleep, fall asleep... I don't feel any pain.

No!

Can't sleep!

Sikong Xiao suddenly came back to his senses, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and suddenly his mouth was full of fish, and the feeling of drowsiness weakened a little.

At this moment, a trembling hand reached out from his side, gently, slowly... Hold the dagger stuck in Sikong Xiao's heart...

Subconsciously, Sikong Xiao's breathing became short, and the pain in her heart made her consciousness begin to drift away, her eyes were half-open in a daze, and the hand in her sight trembled violently, obviously she didn't use much force, but her beautiful finger bones were already stretched and white.

Scared?

Sikong smiled and hooked his pale lips, and his right hand buried in the quilt slowly raised, gently holding the cold and trembling hand.