Chapter 12: You are pitiful
I saw that Mrs. Gentian had long hair and danced like a snake, her dress was bulging, her pretty face was blue, her eyes were red, and she looked like a ghost...... No, it should be a ghost.
The hero knew that this was not the time to think wildly, but he couldn't control it, especially as the hem of Madame Gentian's skirt flew up, and her snow-white legs disappeared from time to time, as if the master had carved and polished mutton fat jade, which made him want to hold it in his arms and play with it.
Well, this leg must not be tired of playing for a year.
The air began to fill the air with an aroma like an orchid musk, and the divine power in the hero's body automatically worked, making him regain his clarity, and then looked at Madame Gentian, and there was a bit of clarity in his eyes.
Having given birth to two teenage daughters, Lady Gentian should not be less than thirty-five years old, and it is impossible to have the cultivation of a saint at this age, unless she also inherits the divine thoughts of a certain god like him.
Therefore, this woman's momentum is just momentum, very bluffing for a moment, but it has no actual effect, the real horror lies in the poison that emanates from her body along with the momentum.
This poison is colorless and odorless at first, but the toxicity is extremely strong, and it can make people feel trance-like, uncontrollable, and unable to think of guarding against resistance, and when they smell the poisonous gas with fragrance, it is too late, and the heart has been eroded, and there is no power to return to the sky.
Thanks to the hero, he is no longer a mortal fetus, otherwise, even if he has a green-waisted detoxification pill, his life will have to be explained here.
It seems that Mrs. Gentian has been able to live peacefully until now, relying on this kind of invisible poisonous skill.
"Is Madame tempting the king?"
Mrs. Gentian's ghostly appearance froze, and the terrifying momentum dissipated, like an actor in a haunted house who was poked by tourists, embarrassed and overwhelmed.
"Your Highness...... Sure enough, the realm is profound, and the concubine wears ...... Wow! ”
Before she could finish speaking, she vomited a mouthful of blood.
The hero frowned, and his gaze instantly structured her into a pure aura state, and found that her qi and blood were surging violently, and most of her internal organs had already been damaged to varying degrees, no matter how you looked at it, her life was short.
"Offended."
As the hero spoke, he grabbed one of Lady Gentian's wrists and entered it with a divine power, quickly calming her qi and blood, but did not rashly try to repair her organs.
"Thank you!" Madame Gentian exhaled, and then asked curiously, "What realm are you now?" ”
This......
The hero is completely powerless to complain.
"Madam, with all due respect, your body is not optimistic, and you can't practice poison skills anymore and contact poisons, otherwise you will definitely not survive next year."
"Ah, it's okay." Mrs. Gentian waved her hand indifferently, "Not long after I gave birth to my kite, it was already like this, and now nearly twenty years have passed, isn't it still good?" ”
It's been 20 years and he hasn't died, so what kind of principle is this?
The hero was very curious, but he also knew that this must be a secret of the Ministry of Medicine, and it was useless to ask.
"By the way, you haven't answered what realm I am, can't you say?"
Madame Gentian's long eyelashes flickered, and her big watery eyes were like two precious black gems.
The hero was helpless and asked, "Do you know what is above the saint?" ”
"Yes. The concubine has seen in ancient books that above the saint is the kingdom of God...... Wow, have you really opened the gates of God? ”
Looking at the natural and unpretentious expression of amazement of this girl, the hero didn't want to be alone with her for the first time.
Because he was afraid that he couldn't help but incarnate as a teacher, he would raise his hand and fight.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
At this time, Wu Kite suddenly ran into the main hall and said in a panic: "The finch has gone down the mountain." ”
The hero was slightly shocked: "What is she doing down the mountain?" ”
"She interrogated Elder Ding and learned the reason why you came up the mountain, so she was very angry......"
The strong wind brought by the hero's departure blocked the witch kite's mouth.
"Isn't she okay, won't you go and have a look?" Lady Gentian was also a little worried.
The panic on Wu Kite's face turned into a smile, and she squeezed her eyes slyly: "Mother, don't worry, there are heroes, and my sister will be fine." ”
Mrs. Gentian just has an eccentric personality, not really mentally retarded, not to mention the daughter Mo Ruomu, who immediately understood something, and said with a smile: "What the hell are you doing?" ”
"I'm also forced to be helpless!" Wu Kite'er pouted, "My sister is not only temperamental, but also awkward, she doesn't admit that she likes heroes, and she refuses to tell him her real age."
The hero is also a stupid person, even if the finch is really only fourteen years old, it is not too young, there are so many girls who talk about marriage at this age, how can he really be a sister and a child? ”
"Wait a minute, my mother is a little messy."
Madame Gentian frowned and pondered for a long time before she understood, and said in surprise: "You mean, Que'er really fell in love with the hero, and the hero really regarded her as a sister?" ”
Wu Yuan'er nodded: "That's it, that's why I didn't stop my sister, but came to inform him." My sister has been obviously depressed a lot during this time, so it's good to vent, and it would be better if she could take the opportunity to open her heart to the hero. ”
"But...... The finch has been confirmed by dripping blood, and is about to enter the bottomless pit! ”
Madame Gentian's words made Wu Yuan'er freeze on the spot, and she sighed softly for a long time, and couldn't say half a word.
At the foot of the mountain, the hero followed the breath of Wu Que to the main store of Yuan Mao Xing, and walked all the way to the backyard after entering the door, and a corpse could be seen every few steps.
The corpses died in a variety of forms, some with black skin, some swollen; Some of them dug up their necks, and some of them had their throats cut with a knife.
Obviously, the girl was furious.
Thinking about it, I am also very sad and sad.
The hero didn't think about whether there were innocents among these dead people, and he didn't plan to stop Wu Qi'er, so he came to the backyard step by step, and saw the door of the main house wide open, and the little girl was holding a scimitar, standing in front of the two shopkeepers who had already died, Lei and Fan, who had long since died, and didn't know what he was thinking.
"There are still people alive." The hero speaks.
Wu Qi'er's hand holding the knife tightened, and she turned around, her little face stained with a lot of blood was full of gloom.
"Where?"
The hero pointed to himself: "This man is also damned." ”
Wu Qi'er pursed her lips and fell silent, and after a moment walked towards him.
The hero smiled and opened his arms, as if to hug her, as if to show that he was defenseless.
However, the witch bird neither killed him, nor threw herself into his arms as usual.
She stopped in front of him, tilted her face, and asked expressionlessly, "I still have to go to the Qiji Hall, can you stop me?" ”
The hero shook his head: "At this time, the correct answer to the question is only for me to accompany you." ”
Wu Qi'er's eyes flashed: "The answer in your heart is not this. ”
"It's not, but it's not the one you think."
"You also suspect Tian Wanxi?" Wu Qi'er did not hide the mockery in her tone, "I'm curious, in your heart, is there anyone you really trust?" ”
The hero bows his head and is speechless.
Of course, he has someone he trusts, even absolute trust, but that person is not a witch, and the answer is meaningless.
Wu Qi'er waited for a while, and disappointment gradually emerged, shook her head and passed by him, and said coldly: "You are really pitiful! ”
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