At three o'clock, it was almost dawn outside the quicksand market, but there was no day or night in the market.

In the Jingjia Secret Door Prison, several jailers on duty at night played cards and drank all night, such days after days, boring is boring, but as long as the Jing family does not fall, they will not lose their iron jobs.

"The third child, what kind of broken cards are you playing, a good hand of cards for you to play, this, this, ouch. A jailer, dressed in black, stood at the wooden table and sighed, pointing.

"You can shut up, you lost all your pants yesterday, and you still come to instruct me, me, what are you doing?" the jailer who called the third child was indignant.

"Well, I'm sorry, I won. The other person at the table smiled shyly, gestured, and collected the money.

Get your pass and make a small profit.

It was the leaders of these jailers who won the money, and they all called him Mo Tou'er.

Mo Tou'er spat a little saliva on his fingers, clicked the pass in his hand, and put it in his pocket with satisfaction, as if he remembered something again.

"Let's go, I'll go on a tour with the third child, it's almost dawn, don't go wrong again. He took a long stick and put on a mask, and went to the cell.

The two of them drank some wine, walked and swayed, patrolled one by one, arrived at the door of the cell where Wuge was held, and looked inside, Mo Touer rubbed his eyes, rubbed them again, confirmed them again and again, and suddenly shouted "It's broken!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" the third child was about to fall asleep, and asked in a panic.

"People are gone. ”

"What?"

"The man is gone!"

The two of them panicked, took out a bunch of keys from their waists, opened the door, and walked towards the young slave woman with a fierce attitude.

The secret door prison is impregnable, and in the decades they have been in office, there has never been such a strange thing.

"I ask you, what about the others?" Mo Tou'er whipped a stick at the woman.

There was no reaction.

"This must be dead. ”

"Let's go, report it quickly, will this person escape?" Mo Tou'er said nervously, and the wine suddenly woke up halfway.

Just as the two of them were about to leave the room, the woman on the ground made a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Dog." "She was actually dying, she couldn't feel any pain anymore, and her body was numb.

But subconsciously, she knew that she had not fulfilled her benefactor's entrustment, so she kept holding her last breath.

"Did she speak?" the third faintly heard the voice.

Mo Tou'er walked to the woman's side without believing in evil and leaned his ear next to her mouth: "What are you talking about?"

"Dog, son, son. ”

Mo Tou'er heard what the woman said clearly, and immediately became angry, picked up the long stick and beat it randomly: "Lao Tzu killed you a cheap thing, whose son is it, Lao Tzu is your father!"

"Boss, although this girl's mouth is a little cheap, but you see, the body is still thin and tender, anyway, she will die tomorrow or so, I said, or..."

"Hmph, San'er, it's not me who said, your kid's brain can't work except when he plays cards, and it's still very good when he is playing cards. Mo Tou'er squinted and looked at the woman on the ground.

"Go, you go and report, Lao Tzu is happy and happy first, usually Lord Jingyuan only gets up at the hour, you can still pick up some scum and lick it when you come back after reporting. Mo Tou'er said, his face was gloomy, and his subordinates were already unclean.

The third child snorted coldly, the pestle was motionless, unwilling to do anything, how could it be his turn to do any good thing!

"What are you doing with the pestle, get out!" Mo Tou'er turned around and yelled at him.

The third child looked reluctant, cursed in a low voice, and turned to leave.

Now there are only Mo Tou'er and the childish slave woman left in the cell, the woman is not clothed, Mo Tou'er stared at her body with a lewd face: "Cheap girl, I said that you are a dying person, your mouth is still so unclean, Lao Tzu will teach you how to serve people today!"

Picking up the woman's rags, Mo Tou'er's saliva was about to drip down.

The woman gasped and didn't move, and just as Mo Tou'er was about to feast, there was a "bang", and his body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground in a flutter.

Behind him came out of nowhere, with a long stick in his hand, dressed in black, wearing a mask, and looking like a jailer.

The man hit Mo Tou'er on the back of his head and knocked Mo Tou'er unconscious.

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No song book is ready to return to prison, with his hands and feet tied, and "his eyes are black".

But who knew that as soon as he came out of the Phosa Stone, he saw such a picture.

The young slave woman's clothes were ajar and unconscious, and on the ground lay a jailer dressed in black and a mask, and another jailer was reaching out to "shallow" the woman.

Wuge didn't think about how he suddenly lost his restraints, and he didn't fight in anger, he took out the Broken Peak Sword from behind him, and slashed at the lewd thief, shouting and shouting: "Are you still human?

The man hurriedly got up and dodged: "Wuge, don't cut it, it's me!"

This voice, isn't it who Mo Xingran is?

However, when Wuge heard it, he was even more annoyed, not only did he not stop, but his swordsmanship became more and more ruthless: "Mo Xingran, are you still human! You, you..."

"No, it's not! not what you think. Mo Xingran scurryed left and right, stammering and explaining.

Seeing that if he let Wuge shout like this, he would sooner or later summon the jailers outside, he saw the opportunity, dodged and rushed to Wuge's side, unloaded the long sword in her hand, and covered her mouth: "Don't shout, are you afraid that others won't know that I'm coming to rob the prison?"

Mo Xingran has always had a good smell of sandalwood on his body, and at this time, he was close, and Wuge only felt that his heart was "thumping".

Wuge squeaked and nodded, and Mo Xingran saw that she should have calmed down, and let go of her hand.

didn't think about it, Wuge twisted his face and hit his head with a blast, it should have used ten percent of his strength, and he suddenly hit his ears straight "buzzing".

"Tell me about you, a prince of the Three Ancient Heavens, what are you doing here? Why, robbing the prison will rob the prison, and you have to get some oil and water!"

If it weren't for the fact that he knew the whole story, he would have thought that he had done something hurtful to the heavens and the truth, which made Wuge hate it so much.

"It was the prison boss who wanted to despise this woman, and I rescued her, probed her snort, and was about to help her arrange her clothes, when you just came out. Mo Xingran said in a deep voice, and the handsome face under the mask was full of grievances.

Wuge scratched his head when he heard this, paused for a moment, and immediately changed his little face: "Oh yes, I was about to go to find bamboo, you came just in time, let's go, let's leave immediately." ”

Mo Xing's face is black, nothing else, when it comes to interrupting, she is perfect.

Wuge looked back at the woman on the ground and knocked her head: "My mom, I almost forgot to get down to business." As he spoke, he took out the two small medicine bottles given by Lao Wu Tou from his pocket, pulled out the caps in a panic, and poured them into the palms of his hands.

"This is..."Mo Xingran took a look, these two pills were red and black, black with a faint green light, as soon as Wu Gefang pulled out the cap, he smelled a strange fragrance, this fragrance, he seemed to have smelled it somewhere...

As he stared at the pill in deep thought, Wuge broke the woman's mouth.

"Wait!" Mo Xingran thought of something and stepped in to stop Wuge, but it was too late, Wuge had already stuffed two pills into the woman's mouth in one go.

"What's wrong? ”

"What is this?"

"Medicine!" "What else can it be if it's not medicine?"

"This black pill can't be the 'Descending Bead Grass', right?"

"I don't know. ”

"Then is this red pill the 'Compound Bone Pill'?"

"I don't know. ”

"Then do you know that these two pills can't be taken at the same time?" Mo Xingran squinted and asked Wuge, of course, Wuge couldn't see his expression.

Wuge stared: "What?"

"These two pills are heaven and earth treasures, the medicinal properties are conflicting, one is relieved, the other is blocked, you say, you just feed her like this, can she still live?" Mo Xingran's voice was slow and powerful, and his voice was full of questioning.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier!" Wuge jumped up from the ground like a fried cat.

I saw that the young slave woman suddenly, her body swelled up like a leather ball, and she was already unconscious, her face was swollen like a mallet, her face was purple, her lips were hanging on her face like two thick intestines, and she was wailing indistinctly, which showed the degree of pain that made it difficult for a dying person to endure it.