"Master"

Qian Zhao clenched his arms and walked in front of Qian Feng, looking at Su San.

Qian Feng frowned lightly and glanced at his arm.

He turned back to look at Su San: "Go back." ”

Su San looked back at Qian Feng innocently with his head tilted: "I don't have the strength..."

The watery almond eyes and the chattering sound make people feel pity.

Qian Feng sighed, walked up to Su San, reached out and grabbed the back of her neck.

Su San was strangled by his neck, it was very difficult to breathe, he rolled his eyes and grabbed Qian Feng's arm with both hands: "It's uncomfortable..."

Qian Feng frowned and put her down.

Both stared at each other.

In the end, Su San pitifully tugged on Qian Feng's sleeve: "Master, let's discuss!" ”

Qian Feng raised his eyebrows.

"You see, I have the fruit of my present because you fixed me there, so you are the cause, and you have to be responsible for me."

Qian Feng looked at Su San with some amusement: "Why don't you say that I will be the fruit, and you will be the cause of yin and me first?" ”

Su San paused, thought about it in his heart, and he seemed to be right.

"One thing is the cause of one thing, you condemn me for a while, and it is your fault for condemning me for so long."

Qian Feng took a deep look at Su San, and had one more evaluation of her in his heart, which was quite unreasonable.

But he is a master, and he will not care about women in general, let alone a little girl.

"Next time you lose your master's jade pendant, you won't save you."

Saying that, Qian Feng squatted down with his back to Su San a little awkwardly.

Su San happily went up.

Qian Feng straightened up, and his hands gently walked through the crook of her leg and placed them at his side.

Su San comfortably buried his face on his back, and patted his shoulder with his little hand: "Drive"

“...”

Qian Feng walked to the door of the thatched hut, went back again, and walked around with Su San on his back.

Not far from where Su San was sitting before, there was a piece of ash like a white scene, the same size of a copper coin.

"This should be a round tube that burns the remaining ashes."

Qian Feng nodded: "En." ”

...

The way back seems long, and it seems short...

Qian Feng didn't use light skills, nor did he use any skills, just like ordinary people, he walked slowly with Su San on his back.

Qian Zhao has been following behind Qian Feng, and he is also walking like an ordinary person.

"Master, are you reluctant to let me down."

"You walked so slowly on your back on my back!"

"You see that Qian Zhao is still poisoned, if we go so slowly, will he be poisoned..."

“...”

The corners of Qian Zhao's mouth twitched, is this concerned about him? Still cursing him, cursing him...

Su San said a lot of things along the way, but Qian Feng and Qian Zhao didn't reply, just listening quietly.

In the end, Su San seemed to be tired and lay on Qian Feng's back...

Soon, the three of them returned to the yamen, Qian Cai was waiting at the door, and Qian Bao was sitting beside him, hugging his thighs, pouting and sleeping soundly.

Without waiting for Qian Cai to speak, Qian Feng nodded and glanced at Qian Qian again.

Qian Zhao stretched out his finger and pointed at Su San, then pointed to his mouth, and finally pointed to Qian Feng's back, and then the corners of his mouth pulled down, like a gas bag.

Qian Cai pursed his lips slightly, looked at Qian Feng's back, and felt a little disobedient.

Qian Zhao saw Qian Feng's figure disappear into the night, and immediately changed into a flattering expression and looked at Qian Cai: "Dear Ah Cai! ”

Qian Bao, who was holding Qian Cai's thighs, suddenly felt a chill, shivered, and woke up unhappily with a small mouth.

Seeing that Qian Zhao was full of hostility, Meng Meng's big eyes glared at him, and finally called sweetly: "Brother..."

The clear eyes reflect the figure of money, it is so pure...

Qian Cai couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, touched the top of Qian Bao's head, and made a straight face again: "The night is cold and the wind is cold, don't joke." ”

"Huh... Ah Bao, how old you are when you say you are still coquettish and cute here, how shameful and embarrassing..."

Qian Zhao held the poisoned arm and looked at Qian Bao funny, his tone was very joking.

Qian Bao got up and pulled Qian Cai's sleeve, pouted, and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Ahem"

Qian Cai coughed lightly and looked at Qian Zhao's arm, the scratched wound on it was already black, and the black blood coagulated on it, looking a little terrifying.

Qian Zhao swallowed nervously: "How is it." ”

I saw Qian Cai pursing his lips and pressing his arm with a serious expression: "Is it unconscious?" ”

"Uh-huh"

"Ugh..."

Qian Cai's eyes drooped, sighed, spread his palm on Qian Zhao's arm, and looked at him with some regret: "Long pain is better than short pain." ”

Qian Zhao looked at Qian Cai incredulously, his lips trembling: "Is there any other way?" ”

Qian Cai shook his head slightly: "Today's loss, tomorrow's blessing." ”

"You've got a quarter of an hour to think about it."

Qian Zhao took a step back in shock, gritted his teeth, and finally glanced at the poisoned forearm: "Come on!" ”

Qian Cai pursed his lips and pulled Qian Zhao's arm with one hand.

Qian Zhao closed his eyes tightly, and the sound of a knife cutting into the flesh in his ears was unconscious, thinking that it was really too serious to feel the toxin.

His heart ached secretly, and a tear couldn't help but flow from the corner of his eye.

Qian Bao stepped forward and said loudly: "No, I can't see that you are so cowardly, why do men cry when they let out some blood..."

Who knew that Qian Zhao reacted very violently and roared: "Is that a little blood, that's meat, it's bones, do you know what it means to lose an arm?" ”

Qian Bao was stunned for a moment, suddenly bent down, a slight gurgling sound came, and finally he simply sat on the ground and laughed.

Looking at Qian Zhao, he said breathlessly: "Brother... Brother, you really put him... It scared him terribly. ”

"Haha, my face is white."

Qian Zhao looked at Qian Qian without knowing why.

It turned out that he didn't amputate his leg, but just drew a cross on the wound, and the coagulated black blood was also scraped off by him, and now he is constantly dripping blood on the ground.

At first it was black, and then it slowly turned into normal blood red.

Qian Cai glanced at Qian Qian and was also a little disgusted.

Qian Zhao was a little embarrassed for a while, touched his nose with his empty hand, and his lips squirmed: "What you just said is that long pain is better than short pain, is this?" ”

"Hmph"

The money is due, and then he said slowly: "You bleed a little now, and the master will make it up for you tomorrow, so you don't have to be too sad." ”

Qian Bao laughed out loud again: "Poof, ahh ”

"Get out... Ahh

Qian Zhao tilted his head and glanced at the extra knife edge, and looked at Qian Cai in a daze: "It hurts"

"I'm sorry, I was a little frightened, and I lost my sense of proportion."

Qian Zhao glanced at Qian Bao, and didn't dare to speak anymore, no matter how happy he was smiling and how proud he was, Qian Zhao was holding back.

It wasn't until Qian Cai took care of his wounds for him that he wanted to yell at Qian Bao again.

Qian Cai pressed his shoulder, and said faintly: "Ye is inside." ”

Qian Zhao suddenly died down, and he held back his anger in his heart, but he had to hold it back.