Yu Zhujun asked him to drink.

Of course, it can't just be wine, but a table full of food. He ate it and came back.

"Go."

Zi Qianmo stretched out his hand and patted the rabbit's head.

The rabbit immediately understood, wiped the oil on the side of the three-petal mouth, nodded to the master, and the four little short legs moved together, quickly ran off the table, and went in the direction of the kitchen.

Mo Yan stared at the rabbit with a somewhat complicated look.

A sense of disobedience rose in my heart.

It...... Why didn't you jump?

Aren't all rabbits jumping up and down, with the same movement on the front legs and the same movement on the back legs?

Why is this one running in front of me, the left leg and the right leg are extremely coordinated, but it is the running style of a tiger, a lion, and a leopard.

"Miss Seven, your new pet?" Mo Yan asked, a voice as low as a string, with a hint of worry hidden deeply.

Zi Qianmo said "um": "I bought it on the street." ”

Mo Yan frowned slightly: "Don't be a strange species, it's not good to hurt people." ”

Generally, rabbits only eat grass, and this strange rabbit eats meat;

Normally rabbits can only jump, but this strange rabbit can run.

Moreover, the blood-like pattern on the rabbit's ears and the black line on his back gave him a sense of foreboding.

"No, it won't." Zi Qianmo's tone was firm.

Under her nose, there is no demon who dares to be presumptuous.

Mo Yan's gaze turned and landed on the ground, on top of a few thin, white hairs.

Rabbit fur?

No, it's not.

Rabbit fur is twice as long as these.

In my mind, it suddenly appeared that the disfigured face of the eldest lady Wu Jiao, with dense fluff, was very similar to these on the ground.

Could it be—

"The eldest lady has been here?" He asked.

"Hmm." Zi Qianmo said bluntly, "Here you are, and you're gone." ”

Mo Yan vaguely sensed something, combined with Wu Sheng kneeling and being whipped on the street, and Wu Jiao was disfigured and fled at the door of Mochen Pavilion, an almost ridiculous guess came up in his mind.

Did she do it?

The poison she gave Wu Jiao?

Zi Qianmo's mother, that is, his savior, the second lady, knows medical skills, he knows it, and he understands it deeply. When he was five years old, he fell at the foot of Mount Luojia covered in blood, and it was the second lady who came to worship the Buddha, who rescued him and brought him back to be cured.

But Zi Qianmo, when will you know how to heal?

The small medical hall where the second lady stayed, he had never seen Zi Qianmo go once.

The second lady's study, Zi Qianmo rarely visits, there are a lot of medical books treasured in it, and they have hardly been read.

Zi Qianmo is a very smart demon.

She heard Mo Yan mention Wu Jiao, and saw Mo Yan staring at the hairs on the ground that Wu Jiao scratched off his face, and immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Handy."

Zi Qianmo's voice was calm.

Still facial paralysis as always.

But there is also a subtle difference between facial paralysis and facial paralysis, just like her face at this moment, as if it was written-it is my poison, and I don't accept it.

Mo Yan looked at her deeply: "Miss Seven, you are really impressive. ”

Will use poison.

And it can be poisoned without knowing it.

At least, Wu Jiao didn't realize that the poison was ordered by Ziqian Mo, otherwise she wouldn't have run out of Mochen Pavilion in such a panic without immediately retaliating.

This courage, this means, is very different from the first beauty of the vase in his memory.