Although Mu Qiqi escaped from Qin Bo, she was now scarred, but she didn't dare to go back to Qijia Temple.

When she heals her injuries, see if she kills Qin Bo, good guy, the idea is all on her head?

Mu Qiqi ran to a dense forest, deserted, and recuperated here.

In this way, a day passed, Mu Qiqi vomited out with a mouthful of poison, and his body finally improved.

But now that she is, it is estimated that any little monk can kill her.

Lying on the ground, motionless, so tired! Let her sleep for a while!

When she woke up, uncle, was tied up again?

But this time it's a very ordinary rope.

Looking around, there is a green grass moon white rock cave, simple and elegant. There are a lot of fresh and dried goods hanging on the top of the cave, and a portrait of Taishang Laojun is hung on the cave wall.

There is also an incense case in front, there is a full incense burner on it, and the small furnace is already full of incense ash, and even some of them overflow and fall on the incense case.

It seems that the owner of the house is a simple and simple person, and he is also dedicated to Buddha.

But in the next second, her conjecture was broken.

The sound outside is really real.

"Brother Xiao Wu, let's go, that's amazing, be careful yourself. ”

Said by a person outside.

"Don't worry, I'm tied up tightly, and I can't run. When it is made into soup, I will give it to you to taste. ”

Didn't you? Cook her in soup? Just out of the wolf's den, and into the tiger's den.

"I'm a vegetarian and don't eat meat. ”

"Okay, I'll get you some carrots next time. ”

"Then it's settled, I'm leaving, you be careful. ”

"Got it, are you verbose?"

When there was no more speech outside the house, with the sound of the door opening, Mu Qiqi looked nervously at the guy who was about to kill her for making soup.

Wearing a white moire water-sleeved gown, lightly draped in a light ink-colored sheer yarn on the outside, the fairy spirit is beautiful.

Carry a vegetable basket with some ingredients for making soup.

Look at the face again, round flesh, white and tender, a pair of peach blossom eyes, a mole at the corner of his mouth, bright eyes and bright teeth, which makes him young and naïve.

The body is slender, the pace is steady, not like a teenager is impetuous, not in a hurry or in a hurry.

Wearing, it doesn't match the face, and the face doesn't match the figure.

In short, it looks funny, funny and a little serious, serious and a beautiful teenager with a hint of childishness.

The young man put the vegetable basket on the table, and unhurriedly incense Taishang Laojun first.

I walked to the kitchen stove next to it, lifted the lid of the pot, and the water in it was already boiling.

He walked towards Mu Qiqi, and he was finally going to make a move, right?

"Don't come here, I'm Mu Qiqi, if you dare to touch me, I'll kill you. Don't think what I said scares you, I'm very powerful, I don't believe you to inquire, who doesn't know?"

Now Mu Qiqi is so weak that any rookie monk can kill her, and she is still reckless.

The young man looked at Mu Qiqi and said a string of things.

"And then?"

"And then, if you dare to touch me, you're dead. ”

"Then it seems that I can't die, because I don't plan to touch you. ”

The boy smiled and bent down to grab a tied chicken from next to her.

"Ahh

Mu Qiqi screamed in fright, and the hemp rope in his hand broke free.

"Take it, take it away!ah!! help!!"

Mu Qiqi cowered in the corner, looking at the young man holding a chicken in one hand and a knife in the other.

"You're afraid of chickens?"

"Aren't you afraid? Take it away!!! do you want to kill me like this? I won't give in."

The old hen moved, flapping her wings, and Mu Qiqi returned to her original form, shrinking in the corner, not daring to move.

"I didn't expect that Mu Qiqi, who was murderous like numbness, was still afraid of chickens? ”

The boy smiled and grabbed the chicken, turned to leave.

But in front of Mu Qiqi, the young man actually bleeds the chicken, rolls the chicken head in the wings, and takes out the boiling water in the pot, soaks it, pears the hairs, and the whole set of actions is skillful, without a trace of dragging.

As early as the moment when the boy bled the chicken, Mu Qiqi fainted in fright.