"No, don't...... Please...... Whatever you want, I'll give you ......" finally began to beg for mercy.

He felt real fear, who was this woman? The needle in her hand...... How did she know that she had stabbed an acupuncture point?

Could it be that Zhang Qiniang's cheap hooves want to harm herself?

It's not impossible, she's just the seventh lady in the Hou Mansion of Tai'an, if she hadn't been accused of a wife, and she retreated to marry Xuxian, it would definitely not be her turn.

When a woman marries, she takes her husband as her heaven and her husband as her pride, and she is both prosperous and lossy. It is precisely because of this that you can play with women unscrupulously, as men are happy to see each other competing in the inner house and jealousy, if you like it, you will protect a little, and if you don't like it, you will let other women trample on it...... He didn't do anything anyway.

But this maid was indeed sent by her mother's family, and she personally instructed her to carry her to the house.

…… For a while, all kinds of thoughts were churning in his mind, looking at Ziqing's indifferent expression, if he wasn't a dead soldier, how could he be calm and ruthless in the face of the enemy?

Suddenly, a thought that made him even more frightened came to mind.

- Prince?!

Could it be that it was discovered? Or was they betrayed?

He almost subconsciously shouted: "Are you sent by the prince?" Don't kill me, I know about the Three Kings......"

Ziqing's heart moved, but she didn't expect to inadvertently touch the secret of the power struggle, but her face did not move, she knew her current identity, a cannon fodder. still dealt with her imminent fate first, but she didn't have the heart to listen, she didn't care about his begging for mercy at all.

The white fingers stopped on the neck. The index and middle fingers pressed lightly to reveal a slit between the fingers, and the right hand pinched the needle through the gap between the fingers, skilfully and swiftly, until the whole needle was not in it.

Ziqing picked up the cotton towel and pressed it gently, like the previous needles, there was no trace to be seen.

"Ho, ho—"

……

Jiuli sat upright in the void, the long green silk fluttered lightly without wind, and the robe moved. The horizon is slightly closed. The expression was solemn.

The hands in front of him kept pinching the complicated seals. The speed was so fast that only a cloud of phantoms remained.

No matter who set up the conspiracy, no matter what it was for, he was not in the mood to pursue it now.

Nothing is more important than protecting her weak soul at this very beginning stage, which can be melted away with a single breath!

Unexpectedly, those people really wanted her to never recover, and she would never be able to live forever.

Is it just because the Word is different?

The only thing she was glad for was that she was so strong-willed. Able to resist the reorganization of the laws of chaos. So. Now, even the soul has been shredded into a thousand wisps. But it still has her ontological mind. In this way, it only takes the soul to become stronger and stronger, and the consciousness will slowly return......

And now. All he needed to do was to guard her weak soul and grow slowly.

The world that has been thrown into it is full of too many traps and killing opportunities for a proper cannon fodder.

He can only block out all the irreversible natural disasters, man-made disasters, wars and other factors before her consciousness has fully returned, so that a "fool" can grow up in that environment.

In order to cope with the impact of the laws in the plot world, Jiuli no longer has more energy to awaken Ziqing's memory, and can only sense the other party's situation slightly.

When he saw the plot setting and temptation of those traps, his heart was full of uncertainty...... For someone who only has the memories of that time and space, who can resist that temptation?!

When he finally saw that Ziqing had exceeded his expectations and recovered a trace of memory at least twenty years earlier, the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

…… Ya looked at the three-dimensional image thrown back from the void, and his heart felt like he had been stung by something, and his heart hurt.

Although he is a well-known carefree person, although her position in his heart has been erased by time, but the Bodhisattva has three points of earthiness, and he didn't care about it for the sake of Jiuli at the beginning, but it doesn't mean that there is no mustard in his heart. So this time, even though he had known that they had premeditated and wanted to jointly deal with Jiuli, he said nothing as "neutral".

That's why Meng and Jiuli were caught off guard.

Ya retracted his thoughts, thinking that there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

He couldn't help but chuckle, I'm afraid those people didn't expect that the little players who were just being used as pawns by them to contain Jiuli turned into a thorn inserted into their own core world.

In fact, what they didn't expect was that with Meng's style of acting, when it was related to the interests of their entire main god space, anyone with brains would choose their own interests, so they would definitely persuade Jiuli to help him with all his might, and then when others set traps and disperse their forces, they would fully attack the other party...... But the truth is the opposite, Jiuli was not only not persuaded, but even took the initiative to protect the Dharma after weighing it.

Now the focus of the competition between several forces has fallen on the female player.

Ya couldn't help but chuckle, looking at the image, she recalled the way she suddenly stood in front of Jiuli. The little player who can be destroyed with the wave of a finger has such courage and determination...... It can be said that she has a deep affection for him, and it can also be understood as her absolute trust in him.

Either way, it's so enviable.

……

Ziqing wanted to move Wang Cheng to the bed, but her strength was too small, so she thought about it.

She seemed a little tired after working for so long just now, but she felt that more memories emerged, and one more memory made her know more about "herself", and her heart would be more confident.

Ziqing walked out of the clean room and glanced at the hourglass, which was just the beginning of the day. There is still time.

He calmly changed his clothes, took out a box from under the bedside baffle, took out a few silver tickets and put them in his arms, and then put the box back.

After taking two steps in the room, Ziqing sat down next to the embroidery frame, took out the needle and thread from the sewing basket, and sewed the silver ticket into the folds of his clothes.

After doing all this, I had eaten snacks and water, took a small rest, calculated the time, and jumped out of the window and went straight to the corner gate.

The sky was white, and the early autumn caused a little cooler, and Ziqing kept walking with his head down.

But when she got to the corner gate, she was dumbfounded.

Originally, there was only one mother-in-law in her early fifties guarding this place, why is there suddenly two more nurses now?

They look like they've just come over from a shift change, and they're in good spirits.

Ziqing chuckled in his heart, he definitely couldn't get out here. So he walked around the courtyard to the back door......

Before I arrived, I heard a mother-in-law running in the distance, shouting to the mother-in-law guarding the door: "Big barbarian, Mrs. said, no one can enter or exit the door today......

Ziqing's heart was cold. (To be continued.) )