Seventy-one, who wants An Sijin to die (2)

After only drinking tenth-and-a-half of the wine, Shi Zhi felt that something was not right, he had only touched a glass with the young lady just now, and he hadn't drunk it again, why was he a little dizzy now, as if he was going to get drunk.

With sweat dripping from his forehead, he picked up the wine and sniffed it carefully, and there was no problem, and he sniffed the wine vessel again, and there was no problem.

Is it really because the wine is too strong?

Ke'an Sijin drank several more pots than him, but he was only like him, barely able to maintain a trace of sobriety. If this wine was really so strong, shouldn't she have fainted drunk?

Even Huan'er Cui'er is the same.

In the private room, because of the heater, the temperature is constantly rising, and it is warm, which makes people want to fall asleep more and more.

Shi Zhi woke up, the stove?! He struggled to prop up half of his body, reached out and dipped some charcoal ash after burning, and sniffed closely, and sure enough, he actually added incense to the charcoal fire!

At this time, it was too late to seal the air pockets again, but this must be for Miss.

Shi Zhi held up the last of his strength and shook the red rope on the wall.

Outside the private room, a cautious male voice sounded, "Big brother, after so long, they still have the strength to shake the rope, do you want to wait any longer?" Wait until they're completely immobile before they do it? ”

"No, wait a little longer, with that man's kung fu, he will be able to wake up soon, and it will definitely be an obstacle to do it again, just now, just go and bring An Sijin out, and the others don't have to worry about it."

After he finished speaking, the cautious man took a deep breath outside the private room, put on a mask, and dodged into the private room.

After a while, he came out with An Sijin, who had completely fainted.

Said to the man who had just spoken to him, "Big brother? Do you want to kill her now? ”

The man shook his head, "No, you can't see blood in the Xixian Pavilion, be careful to take it out so as not to be seen, go out of the city and go to the mass grave before you do it." ”

"Yes."

He carried An Sijin on his back and walked through the secret passage of Xixian Pavilion, and walked out quickly from the most hidden side door of Xixian Pavilion.

And what he didn't know was that not far from the side door, in a carriage parked in the dark, Fu Chen closed his eyes, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Ah Si, who was standing on the side of the carriage, whispered, "Master, he came out with Miss An Sijin on his shoulder, now?" ”

Fu Chen still closed his eyes, supported his head with one hand, and the folding fan in his hand was patted with a match, "What's the hurry, keep up, they won't do it on Chang'an Street." ”

Ah Si didn't rush to catch the car, stopped where he was, and said, "But master, it looks like he is going out of the city, if he goes out of the city at this point, he won't be able to come back tonight." ”

Fu Chen opened his eyes, with a hint of bloody killing in his eyes, "What? Am I being too kind in my daily life? Even you will disobey me? ”

Ass didn't say anything more, pulled up the noose, drove the carriage, and whispered back, "Master, subordinates and others will go to the killing hall to receive punishment." ”

Two carriages left the city at the end of the city gates.

The road from Jingzhou City to the mass grave outside the city took half an hour, and An Sijin still showed no signs of waking up, and the masked man in black dragged her out of the carriage.

I saw him take out the dagger from his arms and stretch out to the sweet An Sijin who was sleeping, and when he was about to start, he hesitated.

Anyway, this woman has already left the city, and she is also a dying person, why don't you blind her, sell her to a farther place, and become a red dust prostitute?

It also happened to repay the money owed to the gambling house on weekdays.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was feasible, so he touched whether there was any poison powder left on his body, and at this moment, a slender and warm hand that seemed to be dyed with moonlight was on his shoulder.

He turned his head blankly and looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be a moon fairy, and this man still had a warm smile on his face.

Suddenly looking back and seeing such a person in brocade and snow, the man who just wanted to touch the poison powder lost his mind for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?" ”