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"Bang bang, bang bang."

The person standing outside the door seemed to be very patient, and very sure that the owner of the house was inside, knocking again and again, at an even speed, and the sound was not heavy or slow.

The raised hand was about to fall again, when a hand suddenly reached out behind him and grabbed him at once, so that his hand could not fall again.

The indifferent guard said, "My master is resting. ”

The man turned around, looked at the person who grabbed his hand, glanced up and down at him, and knew that this was the cold-faced guard who was very famous in the city lord's mansion recently, and pouted secretly, he looked like that, he looked cold, I really don't know what is good, so many people like it.

That's right, don't look at people's cold faces all day long, their prestige in the city lord's mansion is quite high, you must know that such an iron man is tender, that is really the best husband in the minds of many girls.

The master didn't dare to think about it, although the master was also very gentle, but this cold-faced guard made them feel that they were very hopeful, and they could still fight for it.

The cold-faced guard looked at the person opposite without saying a word, just staring at himself in a daze, his brows furrowed slightly, "Something?" ”

The person who came coughed and came to his senses, "Ahem, my master asked me to come over, and he wanted to invite your son-in-law to taste tea, so he made an appointment with the old place." ”

The man left this sentence and turned around and left.

The cold-faced guard's gaze flashed as he watched the man leave.

The man's footsteps paused, and suddenly he felt a little cold, touched his arm, glanced around, felt that he should have thought too much, and then strode away.

The door of the "squeak" room was opened from the inside, Song Mo was dressed in white, and the tiredness in his eyes could not be hidden, looking like he hadn't slept all night.

Disapproval flashed in the eyes of the cold-faced guard, and distress flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Take your time, we're not in a hurry, there's still time." ”

Song Mo nodded, indicating that he understood, but he still thought in his heart that he had to speed up, in case they startled the snake and alarmed the people behind the scenes, and asked them to urge the Gu worms in advance, it would only make the condition of the Martial Lord worse, and it would really be difficult for the gods to save at that time.

Song Mo stepped aside and let the cold-faced guards come in: "How?" ”

The cold-faced guard said: "I have already investigated, no accident, Wang Gu should be in the hands of one of the current saints and the little princess of Miao Jiang, the previous saint went to Kyoto twenty years ago and met the emperor at that time. ”

The cold-faced guard said this, his face was unusually cold, just because if things were really as they imagined, then there was a clue to the source of the Gu poison on the Martial Prince, and he couldn't figure out who did such a thing, the Gu poison had been lurking in the body of the Martial Lord for at least ten years, so it can be seen that the people behind the scenes had already begun to plot against the Martial Prince, who was it, and had such a vicious mind.

Song Mo persuaded: "Wang Gu is said to be able to remove all the Gu poisons in the world, as long as we get Wang Gu, my uncle's illness will definitely be cured, you can rest assured." As she spoke, she secretly made up her mind in her heart that she must come up with a way.

The cold-faced guard's big hand gently patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, always with tenderness in his indifferent eyes, "I know, don't just talk about me, you have to remember." ”

Song Mo has been working day and night lately just for this Wang Gu, and his body has deteriorated.

Song Mo nodded: "By the way, was there a knock on the door outside just now, who was it?" What's the matter? ”

The cold-faced guard shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the subordinate who is waiting in the yard has not come out, so I came to inquire with concern, and I have sent it away." ”

Song Mo didn't think much about it at all, and when he heard the cold-faced guard say this, he immediately believed it, and couldn't help but open his mouth and yawn, and said, "I'll go and rest for a while, and call me when it's time." ”

The cold-faced guard said, "Go ahead, I'll watch here." ”

Song Mo nodded when he heard this, walked straight towards the big bed in the house, climbed up and fell asleep immediately, there was no struggle for a moment, he was really tired, and fell asleep in minutes.

The cold-faced guard glanced at Song Mo, thinking of what someone said, the slightly curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little cold.

***

"Ahh The ninety-ninth sneeze of the young master of Black Rock today, the tip of his nose was red, and he looked a little pitiful.

"Young master, let's go back, it seems that the man will not come." The person next to him persuaded him that it was the attendant who went to inform Song Mo.

Heiyan said: "No, let's go, in case he comes, don't say it has been waiting long." ”

The attendant looked at the tip of his young master's red nose and persuaded, "Young master, you better go and rest quickly." In fact, what he wanted to say more was to let the young master go to see a doctor and get some medicine, but he didn't dare to say this directly, the young master has always hated others to let him go to the doctor and take medicine.

Hei Yan shook his head decisively, "I'm not sick, someone must be thinking about me." "Maybe it's the old man in his house who is talking about him, and that's why he keeps sneezing.

The old man who was far away in the Black Snake Tribe suddenly sneezed, frowned and scolded: "Stinky boy, if you don't give Lao Tzu a life outside, he must be scolding me, come back and see how I teach him." ”

Therefore, the brain-dead thing is really hereditary, or the father and son don't know each other, otherwise it can't be the father and the son.

***

"Wake up." A deep voice shouted, and someone who was in a daze came to his senses, smiled apologetically at the gazes of the others.

"Isn't Mr. Song resting well?" The white-clothed saint asked, her tone was very concerned, and Yingying's beautiful eyes looked at Song Mo affectionately.

The little princess of Miao Jiang clenched the strings in her hand, and because of the external force, the strings were all twisted and tightened, and it looked like they might break at any time, but the owner of the slender hand didn't seem to feel it, and the expression on her face was still very calm.

Song Mo shook his head, his smile was slightly bitter, and he said in a gentle voice: "Maybe it's because I just changed places, and the water and soil are a little inconsistent, so I can't get used to sleeping." ”

The white-clothed saint comforted: "Mr. Song is auspicious, and he will definitely get what he wants." ”

Song Mo immediately smiled when he heard this, that smile was different from the gentleness he had on his face before, it was a sincere smile, and in an instant, the pale look on his face became ruddy, and the whole person looked a little healthier.

"I hope so." Song Mo said.

"Sir will definitely be able to do what he wants." The white-clothed saint said. ‘

Song Mo was entertaining the white-clothed saintess beside him, and at the same time observing the other people in the room with the corner of his eye, the young master of the Black Snake tribe did not come, and the expression of the little princess of Miao Jiang did not look right. (To be continued.) )