Chapter Ninety-Seven: Something to Imply

Leading Ning Yao back to the house, Su Qiao'er pointed to the small couch in the outhouse: "You can rest there!" ”

Ning Yao said happily, "Thank you, Lord Saint." ”

Su Qiao'er didn't speak, she went into the inner room by herself, walked to the door, and stopped: "Why did you come to this good sect?" ”

Ning Yao was stunned for a moment: "Naturally, it's because this place can help everyone get out of the predicament, get the life they want, and moreover, they can enter the Elysium." She said happily.

Su Qiao'er didn't have any expression, and said coldly: "Tomorrow, let's go out!" Then he went into the inner room.

Ning Yao pretended to be puzzled and tilted her head to meditate, what does this holy woman mean by saying this to her? Or rather, what is it implying about?

No matter, I finally came in, and if I didn't find out some information, wouldn't I be sorry for the scene I played?

After Su Qiao'er and the others left, Zhao Qiusheng asked, "Is there anything that shouldn't be said in the Taishou Mansion?" ”

Sun Kouxiang also put away the crepe look: "Can't you trust me?" Door master, you didn't get me out earlier, although the guards didn't dare to do anything to me, but the environment inside is really not a place for people! ”

Elder Zhu Ruitian, who had been silent, finally spoke: "What do you think is that place?" That's the yamen, now, the best thing is not to have anything to do with the people of the yamen, you're good, I don't know what you did outside, let people grab the handle and don't say anything, and bring back a maid who is too guarded by the house, I think you are a lust fan. ”

Sun Kouxiang was unhappy: "Why am I obsessed, the little girl is risking her life to help me out, can I still leave others alone?" If this is said, where will the prestige of our sect be in the future? ”

Zhu Ruitian sneered: "With her little girl, she dares to spread rumors about the Sect and the Good Sect when she goes out?" Even if she dares, will anyone believe it? ”

"Okay, don't earn it!" The door master Zhao Qiu Sheng said, looking at Sun Kouxiang: "This time I asked you to come out, I spent a lot of money to ask the people of Mingyue Tower to rob the prison, and in the afternoon I have asked people to preach to the door, saying that Heavenly Father will bless you to come out, so that they don't gather around the door of the cell." On the other side of the Xiling connection, something happened, you have to go in person, set off overnight, and tomorrow I will tell the public that you have been tortured in Taishou Mansion and need to recuperate. ”

After hearing this, Sun Kouxiang's eyes rolled, he was proud, and he thought he was very graceful and straightened his collar: "Yes, in this way, with my prestige in the hearts of the people, the Taishou Mansion will definitely be disturbed." ”

He was locked up in a dark and damp cell for a few days, his clothes shook like this, there was a musty smell, he himself was used to it, Zhu Ruitian looked disgusted, and Zhao Qiusheng also frowned: "Okay, these days, you have also suffered in prison, go down and change your clothes, rest for a while, and set off overnight." ”

Sun Kouxiang got up and nodded: "Okay!" Master, I'll bring back that girl, keep her for now, don't touch her, wait until I come back. ”

"Okay, don't worry!"

After Sun Kouxiang left, Zhao Qiusheng said to Zhu Ruitian: "You also go to rest!" ”

Zhu Ruitian got up: "Yes, the door master!" ”

After they all went out, Zhao Qiusheng took his entourage Gong Hai into the back room, the style of painting changed, the entourage Gong Hai sat on the edge of the bed with a golden knife, Zhao Qiusheng stepped forward: "This Sun Kouxiang will set off for Xiling immediately, but you want to take advantage of this time to come back and take him?" He made a motion to wipe his neck.