Wang Xiaoshi was flustered, rushed to the Qingquan Shi Shangliu Hot Spring Club, far away, a police car parked at the door of the club, the red light flashed, countless public security police, shuttling back and forth in the club, couldn't help but sink in his heart.

Maggie really had an accident!

He calmed down, slowly sneaked into the crowd, and listened to many people talking about it, this kind of fight in the underground world, ordinary people can't understand it at all, it's nothing more than a talking point, there are all kinds of strange theories, but Wang Xiaoshi still captured some useful information from their discussions.

First, the haunting Nader has reappeared, the so-called tall Caucasia, except for Nader, no one dares to provoke Margaret, he is also injured, there is no doubt that it was Margaret's hand.

Secondly, in addition to Nader, the God of War family also dispatched people, and the nine team members who were killed by Margaret were lying outside, although the emblems on their bodies had been artificially destroyed, but Wang Xiaoshi was very familiar with such a battle robe.

Wang Xiaoshi listened to everyone's discussions, and at a distance of more than 1,000 meters, he found a bullet case, which was the bullet case of the T971 sniper rifle, he picked up the bullet case and thought for a while, and then slowly walked forward.

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoshi followed the traces of Margaret's retreat and tracked them to the railway.

The car whizzed by, he jumped on the railroad tracks, and at a certain location, he found Margaret's personal dagger Yingxia, the blade appeared multiple gaps, and the blade was also bent by heavy objects, and on the railroad track more than a meter away, Wang Xiaoshi found dripping blood, smashed bent rails, and a long blonde hair.

But why is there no Margaret, or rather...... Corpse?

The more Wang Xiaoshi encountered something serious and dangerous, the calmer his nerves became, but now, he found that not only could he not keep calm, but also his steady hands were trembling slightly.

If something happens to Maggie, even if she kills all the God of War families, even if she blows up Kuanguni Island, even if the flood is monstrous and destroys the Miè world, what is the point?

Unconsciously, Wang Xiaoshi's fists were already clenched together, his teeth were gritted, his slightly longer half-inch hair stood upright, and his eyes became blood-red.

Only now did Wang Xiaoshi realize that he cared so much about Margaret in his heart, and the position of this girl in his heart was a hundred times more important than he imagined.

At this moment, a fellow who looked like a bum, dressed in a tattered pullover and humming a little tune, walked over slowly, holding a sticky note in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be searching for something.

Far away, he Wang Xiaoshi, his eyes lit up, he took a few steps, rushed over, and handed the note in hand to Wang Xiaoshi: "Someone asked me to give it to you, and after saying you, he will give me money." ”

In Wang Xiaoshi's heart, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose, and he snatched the note from the homeless man's hand, and there was only one line on the note: "Qingqiu Yuan." ”

At the bottom of the word, there is a hand-drawn map, a few strokes, criss-crossing lines, and finally at a certain place, a circle is drawn, obviously, that is the so-called Qingqiu Plain.

Wang Xiaoshi held the sticky note and fell into deep thought, the homeless man stretched out one hand, and looked at Wang Xiaoshi with straight eyes.

Wang Xiaoshi smiled, and sure enough, he took out a stack of banknotes, counted them, and put them in his hand, his face was already calm: "Thank you." ”

The homeless man bowed to Wang Xiaoshi and left satisfied, but Wang Xiaoshi did not leave, squatted down, and carefully examined the traces left on it.

It didn't take long for him to find a trace of rough fabric in the crack of the railroad tracks, and he gathered in the sun, the fabric was flocculent, this kind of old-fashioned cloth was rare in the production of modern large-scale craft machines, but in some small workshops, it could be used in the same process.

Moreover, such an old-fashioned fabric reminds Wang Xiaoshi of a person.

The well spring is empty!

Wang Xiaoshi thought about it and smiled coldly, the enemy turned Qingqiu Yuan into a sinister trap, and because of Margaret, he had to go, so why not change the role relationship between the hunter and the prey?

Half an hour later, Wang Xiaoshi had arrived on the outskirts of Xijing, a neighborhood called Horse Wash, a street that was almost entirely filled with hand-looms.

The ancient craftsmanship is crowded out by the modern mass production process, but there are also some people who are disgusted with the exquisite fabrics produced by modern machinery and prefer the rough fabrics spun by this ancient process, and most of these people are rich people.

Therefore, it has achieved the prosperity of the horse washing block and the hand-loom workshop.

Wang Xiaoshi was the address obtained by the news agency of the Yanlong Society, because it was a handmade weaving workshop, and the handicraft of each family was slightly different, so Wang Xiaoshi spent a little money and found the source of the coarse cloth.

The owner of the weaving mill was a Muna-old-fashioned Sang countryman, and Wang Xiaoshi barely spent much effort to take out his words, and learned that he had a long-term supply of more than 30 customers.

Among these more than 30 people, Jingquan Kongzhao is undoubtedly a very special one, because such a beautiful girl is rare, and because she is lonely and mysterious like a demon.

More than 30 kilometers away from the horse washing, there is a small town, the town is no different from other towns in Sangguo, clean, beautiful scenery, all the same color of green tiles and white walls and wooden floors, a small river, around the town, the railway passes through the middle of the town.

Izumi sat lazily on the wooden floor, outside in a daze, the train whizzing by, her fierce and huge sword, leaning against the wall behind her, and she could easily grasp it.

Margaret sat across from her, too, with a gentle expression on her face.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Margaret asked faintly, her eyes shining blank and her expression indifferent.

Jing Quan didn't answer, his pale face was hidden in the slightly curly black hair, and his eyebrows and eyes were in a trance like a dream.

After a while, she said lightly: "What good will I do if I kill you?" ”

Margaret turned her head in confusion, and said lightly, "Isn't your purpose to kill me?" ”

Jing Quan Kongzhao's pale face showed a rare smile, full of ridicule and ridicule: "Wrong, kill you or kidnap you, and then force GOD to Qingqiuyuan to fight to the death with that group of old guys, this is the purpose of those old guys, not my purpose." ”

She smiled lightly, and there was a little more envy in her indifferent eyes: "Your brain is really simple enough, it's good to be able to live so simply." ”

Margaret couldn't laugh or cry, Jing Quankong praised herself for this, and the envious expression on her face was not fake, but why did this sound so awkward?

Jingquan Kongzhao was still faintly Glitter, and her face was still full of envy: "Of course, you can live so simply, mainly because GOD is definitely not a simple man, relying on men, it is also a woman's ability." ”

Margaret couldn't hold her breath, her blue eyes widened: "So, what do you want to do?" ”

Jing Quankong's face immediately turned cold: "You are my captive, since you are a captive, you must have the consciousness of a captive, you ask one more question, believe it or not, I will kill you now?" ”

Margaret Spring was empty, without any emotion, and sighed: "Actually, I feel that you are very bitter in your heart, quite pitiful, a girl in her twenties, only if your soul has not felt the warm sunshine, will you become like this, if you can, you treat me as a friend, at least I won't hurt you." ”

Jing Quan looked back at Huo Ran, glared at Margaret, the indifference in his eyes turned into a sarcasm like a sharp needle, and sneered: "Friend? Do you deserve it? It's just a captive, and you can't even control life and death, why should you be my friend? ”

She turned her head away, her tone regained indifference, and said lightly: "If you think that by pleasing me, you can save your life, then you are wrong, even my mother was killed by my own hands, you better not waste your thoughts." ”

"What, you killed your own mother?"

Margaret exclaimed, unable to hide her shocked feelings: "Why? I am an orphan, but I miss my mother all the time, and when my adoptive mother and master died, I felt like my world was falling apart, why did you ......"

Jing Quan Kongzhao sneered on his face, like a sharp needle, and said lightly: "A weak person who has been bullied and insulted, a woman who is surrounded by violence, blood and tears every day, a woman who swallows her anger and trembles, you say, is it useful for her to live?" ”

She stood up slowly, and the coarse cloth dress outlined her figure like a pear blossom, but the evil smile on her face was outlined more vividly: "I killed her, just to help her get rid of her, this dirty and disgusting world, only blood and fire can cleanse people's souls." ”

"I killed her, I burned her with my own hands, and then I sprinkled her ashes into the sea, and only the boundless sea could wash away the sin and filth from her soul."

In the end, the pale girl's eyes had turned scarlet, and her eyes were like two burning charcoal grains, shining with a strange red light, and even the muscles of her cheeks twitched, like a devil in the night.

Margaret was frightened in her heart, and she did not dare to look empty in her eyes, but she turned her head, but she heard the voice of the well spring, and suddenly softened: "My mother, that is a gentle and loving woman in her thirties, and this cottage is what she left me, and I love her as much as I hate her." ”

Her voice was a little stupid, a little more warm: "Before I was five years old, I lived here with my mother, and at that time, I felt that I was the happiest child in the world, and my mother was the most beautiful and loving mother in the world. ”

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