Chapter 130: The Truth (2)
Xia Qing lay on the bed, looked at the three men beside her, and sighed helplessly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
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The porridge was estimated to be cold, but Qu Ziyan and Mo Chen still didn't come up with a reason.
The two of you are holding the porridge bowl while I am and refuse to let go.
Feng Jiuyin stood aside, obviously not wanting to join the battle.
He glanced at Xia Qing, and said with his mouth, "Do you want to persuade?"
Xia Qing hurriedly shook his head.
How could she stop these two guys from arguing? Poor her, her stomach was obviously hungry, and the porridge bowl in front of her was still floating there, and she could only look at it but not eat it.
"Still not letting go?"
"If you don't put it first, how can I put it?"
Qu Ziyan firmly held one end of the porridge bowl, as if you don't let go today, I won't let go.
"I've never seen such a scoundrel as you, a demon sect person is a demon sect person, and he doesn't talk about any courtesy, righteousness and shame?"
Mo Chen also clasped the end of the bowl tightly, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
But when it comes to the skill of mockery, Qu Ziyan is really not afraid.
"Yo, you dare to say such a thing to me as a lackey of the imperial court? Don't please your dog master, and still bite people here? The children of the rivers and lakes are all people of strong blood, I really don't understand how you became the name of this Yu Zheng son. β
Qu Ziyan not only had mockery in his eyes, but even showed a mocking smile on his lips.
"The Archbishop of the Demon Sect is extraordinary, and the words he says are also ugly. I do my thing, I need you to talk more, what I'm doing is right?"
Mo Chen was no longer a mockery, his eyes became a little cold, and there was a murderous aura around him slowly converging.
If it goes on like this, it's time to do it again!
An alarm began to sound in Feng Jiuyin's body.
When he thought of the good things these two guys had done at the old blacksmith's house, he still remembered it vividly.
Which fight was not fought until it was bloody? Which time was it not when the house was demolished and refused to stop.
Fortunately, the blacksmith also has a way, otherwise these two guys would have died by then, right?
"You guys, don't make any noise. I'm hungry......"
A very weak voice came from the bed.
"Qing'er ......"
"Little Things ......"
The two stopped fighting at the same time and turned their heads together, tacitly making people think that the two had been old partners for many years.
However, when they both found that each other's movements were almost exactly the same as their own, they glared at each other in disgust.
"Give the porridge to Feng Jiuyin, you guys, don't go near the bed. β
Xia Qing rubbed her stomach, her face full of discomfort.
These two guys, when will they be less naΓ―ve.
Feng Jiuyin, who was named, pointed to his nose in surprise, obviously he didn't want to get involved in this matter.
"Tell you to feed it, go quickly!"
Mo Chen snatched the porridge bowl angrily, and Qu Ziyan, who was in a daze just now, was taken away without defense.
A little porridge shook out and got on Mo Chen's hands.
"Then I'll feed it. β
Feng Jiuyin took the porridge bowl in Mo Chen's hand and walked to Xia Qing's bedside, "Why don't you straighten up, let's feed it." β
Xia Qing nodded, struggled to get up, and the two demons on the side wanted to come up and help, but they were drunk back by Xia Qing with a look.
"If you quarrel again, I'll die for you. β
The porridge was poured into his mouth spoonful by spoonful, Xia Qing felt that his whole body was warm, and his empty stomach became very comfortable when he came into contact with the warm porridge, and Xia Qing let out a sigh. Sure enough, people can't do without food.
"Qing'er, I got a tip-off that something happened to Zuixianlou. β
The porridge that had just been fed into his mouth was spit out by Xia Qing, "You say..... What?"
Chu Qiao's hand was still tightly holding the wildflower that had been crushed by her, and the smile on her lips had a cruel taste.
"You are.... When.... You know?"
"Actually, I didn't know. Chu Qiao smiled indifferently, "Unfortunately, I have a good memory, and I remember the maids and maids in this family up and down, no matter where they are."
"You are too anxious, in a hurry to appear in front of me, you said that you are easy to look at, you look down on me so much, but you want to show your true face, naturally you are going to be arrested by me. β
Chu Qiao took a step forward, and the impostor maid took a step back.
"Also, it's not good for you to catch someone, you want to catch a bamboo, you change into her clothes, this is not clear, I tell me that you are just going to assassinate. β
As soon as the maid heard Chu Qiao's words, her eyes widened, "The woman I arrested is the big maid next to you?"
Chu Qiao nodded and rubbed his swollen temples.
She's so tired, she hasn't had a peaceful birthday in the past few days.
It's either an assassination or a sacrifice, and now she's in charge of arresting people, and her dignified saintess has almost done everything the Elders' Church has to do.
"Do you think that you can mess around in the Holy Maiden's Mansion by grabbing a maid and changing her clothes? Don't be so naΓ―ve, although I'm not old, but fortunately, I have a lot of means," Chu Qiao paused and continued, "Are you confessing the mastermind behind the scenes today or do you want to try the secret prison of our Holy Maiden's Mansion?" It's up to you. β
She let go of the wreckage of the flower in her hand, blew lightly, and the wreckage flew away without a trace in an instant.
"No one has been to the secret prison of our Holy Maiden's Mansion since my mother died, and the governors there have not entertained guests for a long time, so they have been lonely for a long time. When you go in, I will definitely serve you well. β
She laughs, she is so good-looking, and she is so charming.
The imposter waitress was not as calm as she used to be.
She took a few steps back and immediately ran out the door.
"Catch her. β
Chu Qiao said coldly, and several maids hiding in the shadows immediately dodged and grabbed the fake maids.
"Haven't you heard that around the Holy Maiden, many female secret guards have been cultivated since childhood, and they usually do not move, and they will only appear when the Holy Maiden needs them...... You're so lucky, you're a female guard and a secret guard..... Don't be afraid, you'll be the first to enjoy it. β
The maid's hands were tightly clamped by the guard, and she could barely move.
She was on her knees, her head hanging low, unable to see her expression.
"Holy Maiden.... How can you be so confident? β
She suddenly raised her head, staring at Chu Qiao with a pair of eyes, and the hatred in it was terrifying.
"Shall I tell you his name..... It's so beautiful to think about...."
The impostor's expression suddenly became hideous.
"Holy Maiden, it's not good! she's got poison in her mouth!"
One of the guards reported with a frown.
"Poof......
Sure enough, within a few seconds, blood splattered from the maid's mouth, and those eyes full of hatred did not close until death.
"Holy Maiden, what should I do?"
Chu Qiao looked at those hateful eyes and didn't speak.
Do you still have such people to hate?
She turned around and looked at the flowers in the garden, feeling a little melancholy, "Bury it, check it by the way." Let's see if we can find out who is behind you. β
"Yes, Holy Maiden!"
These flowers are really beautiful, but she has no intention of appreciating them now.
"Chu Qiao, why are you here?"
A clear male voice sounded behind him.
Liao Qing walked slowly towards her with a folding fan in his hand.
If he doesn't come, she'll almost forget about this person.
"Ah, you're still there, are you feeling better?"
"Of course it's better. It's a great place to recuperate. β
Liao Qing smiled shyly and walked to Chu Qiao's side,
"It's a little bit of an urge to stay here forever......"
"Hah.... Ha.... Think twice, Liao Qing. β
Chu Qiao's face was about to stiffen with laughter, this thing, is this thing confessing to himself?