Sikong Fan and Luo Youheng discussed the time when they were holding the lamp, and when they were about to pass the dinner, they heard Xiao Er say that the subordinates of Miss Qiao's family asked to see them.

The two looked at each other, Luo Youheng put down his pen and said with a smile: "I'll take a look." ”

went out and came in but back and forth, but his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Her family came to report that Qiao Wanshi was missing."

Sikong Fan stood up suddenly, "Bring people in." ”

He Chen walked in with low eyebrows, and the moment he looked up and saw Sikong Fan, his eyes suddenly widened, Sikong Fan frowned, and said:

"It was just dark when Miss Qiao left, but it was only half an hour, maybe she went somewhere else."

He Chen hurriedly lowered his head and said worriedly:

"No, when the eldest lady goes out, she will always tell her whether she will come back for dinner, and she will never return late, and she also said that she will go home for dinner today, but she has not returned for a long time."

Seeing that the two people on the other side did not express their position, she said again: "When we moved here for just two days, the young lady said that someone was following, and in a blink of an eye, no one disappeared the next day. ”

Sikong Fan's first reaction was his own people, but after thinking about it, Qiao Wanshi had no martial arts, how could he find out the people he sent out?

"There's still someone eyeing her."

He Chen's heart trembled, and he knelt down, "Ask General Sikong to save our master!" ”

After finishing speaking, a sword suddenly fell on her neck, and she saw the polite Luo Youheng's murderous intent revealed, like a beast in sheep's clothing, "Say, who are you?" Why do you know him? ”

They are entrenched here because they are so remote that no one knows them.

What I am doing now, once the news leaks, it will be a big crime of the Nine Clans!

He Chen replied without humility or arrogance: "The slave and maid are just a chess piece to take the blame, if it weren't for the kindness of the master, it would have been a piece of loess, where do you remember the previous identity." ”

Sure enough, it's someone from the capital!

Luo Youheng pursed the corners of his mouth, and was about to raise his sword to finish her, but was grabbed by Sikong Fan.

"Brahman?"

"It's okay, it's important to save people first, call the person who monitored Qiao Wanshi half a month ago." The last sentence was said to the shadow guard hidden in the shadows.

Speaking of which, it was also Qiao Wanshi's luck, because after Tianxianglou began to take shape, Sikong Fan judged that she was harmless, so he removed the people who were watching, but as soon as the front foot was withdrawn, something happened to the back foot.

"There were indeed people following me before, but there was no abnormal movement. ”

So there is no return, and who knows that something will happen.

Sikong Fan stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, and he didn't look back, "Go and get the whip fifty." ”

The man who wore the night suit breathed a sigh of relief without a trace and knelt down on one knee, "Thank you, master." ”

Sikong Fan was about to find out who was following him, but who knew that He Chen said: "The slave has a guess. ”

"Say."

"I heard the second lady say that their sister and brother came from Xiahe Village outside the county because of ......"

In a few words, he told the Qiao family and the events of Tuesday, not to mention the angry Luo Youheng, even Sikong Fan couldn't help but feel disgusted for such a family.

"It's almost time to get to your house."

Luo Youheng commented, and was suddenly glanced at by Sikong Fan's sword-like eyes, and immediately shut up.

Sikong Fan snorted, "Dispatch people to save people." ”

After passing through the alley between the back hall and the kitchen, there is a small courtyard with chickens, ducks and rabbit cages, and a pond with live fish.

In one corner, there was a square horse shed, Sikong Fan untied the reins, led the strong four-legged black horse out of the side door, turned over, and rode away.

The bright moon on his head entered the mirror, the night breeze was slightly cold, and the emaciated figure of the girl appeared in front of him, and was suddenly replaced by a group of hateful people, gently patted the horse's neck, and shouted:

"Lingyun, run!"

It was curfew, and the guards guarding the door were about to close, so he immediately hit his horse and passed through the crack in the door, which was less than a meter wide.

The other side.

Qiao Wanshi was tied hand and foot, gagged, her eyes were covered with black cloth, and her body was violently bumped.

It should be in a donkey cart.

Not everyone has a donkey cart, she thought about all the people she knew, and roughly guessed, but she didn't know where these people were going to take her?

The people outside lowered their voices.

"Boss, did you really sell her?"

"Why are you still reluctant?"

This voice, pretending to be a dog, Qiao Wanshi can hear it, Tuesday!

"Such a good-looking woman is better than the previous ones, what a pity it was sold."

This man is extremely lewd, and he is the lackey of the previous Tuesday.

Tuesday smiled and shook his head proudly, "I can warn you, this is different, Lao Tzu bought it for twenty taels of silver, don't break the Tong melon, sell it to Fucheng for at least one hundred taels!" ”

Twenty taels of silver?

Qiao Wanshi thought of Mrs. Qiao's vicious mother-in-law, and she really didn't return the silver to Tuesday!

The eyeballs under the black cloth kept rolling, and she suddenly shouted Xiao Jiu.

"Well, you're not going to be finished, host, are you?"

Qiao Wanshi rolled her eyes in her heart, not wanting to complain about this broken system, and asked, "Let me ask you, will you deduct points if you cause others to be displaced?" ”

"Not really, but as long as the mission continues, no points will be deducted."

After the system finished speaking, I saw the host hook up a wicked smile, wait, you don't have the expression that the protagonist should have, right?

As everyone knows, Qiao Wanshi has already planned the fate of Tuesday and Qiao's family at this time, and she has said before that if she calculates again, don't blame her for being polite!

However, the first priority was to escape, so she decided to pretend to be unconscious.

When the cart stopped, the door was opened.

"It's been two hours, she hasn't woken up yet, she won't be knocked to death by the old Sanyi's stick, right?"

She felt someone grab her shoulders and drag her out, and suddenly, a hand inadvertently moved a few times on Yuehun Hun , and her eyes under the black cloth widened suddenly, but she tried her best to endure it.

Fortunately, that hand was quickly opened on Tuesday.

"The fourth asked you not to touch her, don't you understand?!"

The person called the fourth child rubbed it hard, "What's wrong with touching it?" ”

"Other people's inspection of the goods with a mark will affect the price!"

The two were arguing, and the third child suddenly scratched his head innocently, "Huh? Do you hear grinding your teeth? ”

The coconut breeze was slightly cool, and on Tuesday I had a cold war with the third child.

"Don't scare people, let's go!"

In the end, Qiao Wanshi was thrown into the firewood room, and on Tuesday, she was concerned about the integrity of the goods, and handled it gently, and the moment she heard the door slam shut, Qiao Wanshi sat up.

Peel off the blindfold to reveal a pair of reddened eyes, and if she were given a knife, she would hack these thieves to death now!

"System, can you take credit in the mall?"

If the system had a body, it would have trembled with fear by now.

"Generally speaking, no."

"Huh? Again, think about it? ”

Hearing the sound of the girl squeezing out of between her teeth, the system wanted to cry without tears, and said in a trembling voice: "Wait...... I'll ask the management center again......"

After a while, the system returned to normal, "You can take credit, but you have to pay back double." ”

"No problem."

"So what's the host?"

Qiao Wanshi thought about it, and under the moonlight, her thin face was like a demon, "A barrel of oil, a knife." ”