Chapter 73: Confession

Acid?

Eating sour?

Would he rather be a jealous person who would have known that woman's sourness and jealousy!

What kind of broken task is this!

0935 Real ...... Disgusting!

0935's voice sounded in his head, as emotionless as ever—

[Please control your emotions well, please take care of your body. After all, the health of the host is related to the happy life of the customer in the future. 】

Ning Xian: ...... Can I complain to customer service?

[Yes.] In addition, I would like to explain that because the host is not my guest, I am a substitute for Fuwa, so if the host wants to complain, please report to Fuwa's job number to complain about Fuwa, and all the consequences will also be borne by Fuwa. Fuwa's work number is: 01897. Excuse me: Does the host need me to help you connect to the complaint hotline now? 】

There is a threatened Ning Xian: ...... No! Must! Finish!

【Okay.】 】

Customer service 0935 fell silent, and Ning Xian slapped his palm on the table in front of him angrily.

Just yesterday, he accidentally found that there is a place called a forum in the system, which gathers a large number of taskers like him, and he has found that they are a group of taskers selected by the system by reading their posts in the past few days, and they all have a common characteristic:

- Either you are seriously ill, or you are poisoned, or you are in a desperate situation...... In short, they are all unlucky people who are about to die.

Therefore, if he hadn't had the strange poison in his body, he wouldn't have been selected by this system at all.

You won't be led by the nose by the system.

Damn it!

Don't let him find out who secretly poisoned him!

Otherwise, he will definitely break this man's body into pieces, and his bones will be scattered!

At this moment, the dusty eleventh suddenly pushed the door and sat down opposite him in a daze.

He didn't speak, his palms propped up on the table, staring at him for a moment.

There was a solemn look on the black face.

Ning Xian suppressed the anger in his heart and frowned at him: "Found out?" ”，

Eleven knew best what it was, and if it weren't for the importance of the matter, he would never put on such a solemn face.

I think it should be that he confessed to investigate not long ago.

And it seems that the results are still very bad.

Sure enough, I heard the muffled "um" sound of the eleventh day of the junior high school, and then took out a piece of bloodstained paper from his arms and handed it to Ning Xian.

Somehow, looking at the bloodstained paper, Ning Xian's heart suddenly became inexplicably flustered, and he had never panicked before.

For a while, he didn't dare to reach out to pick it up.

The eleventh junior high school waited for a while, and when he saw that he didn't answer, he simply carried it for him to see.

I was afraid that his eyes would not be able to see clearly, so I thoughtfully sent it forward.

I can't even think about it now.

Ning Xian exhaled silently, raised his eyes to look, The next moment, his face suddenly turned pale, he snatched the paper, and looked at it carefully several times from beginning to end, Fang asked in a trembling voice: "This confession...... How credible is it? ”

The voice was shaking, and it was as cold as ice slag.

The thin page of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, weighing down his back, and he was almost unstable on his feet.

Chu Eleven puffed out his cheeks and looked at him, the solemnity on his black face was a little thicker, and it took a long time before he exhaled the breath he was holding and snorted: "I am a martial artist." ”

It is visible to the naked eye that it is very unhappy.

Even the self-proclaimed "subordinate" is useless.

At this time, Ning Xian's eyebrows and eyes became more and more gloomy.

Yes, no one knows that he, who doesn't look like an ordinary guard, is actually a ninth-level martial artist.

One of only two ninth-level martial artists in the East Hall. Even if Eleven has lost part of his memory now, but a small domestic servant, where does he have the ability to lie in front of a ninth-level martial artist?

He wished that the confession of the servant was false.

Pity......

It can't be fake.

Ning Xian closed his eyes, hiding the grief that had just emerged into his eyes, leaving only a trace of ridicule and trembling on that ordinary face.

It took him a long time to open his eyes, and as if nothing had happened, he carefully folded the bloodstained confession, folded it into a small square square, and then slowly covered it with his palm.

The next moment, a faint orange halo spilled from between his fingers.

The solemnity on Chu Eleven's face was suddenly swept away, and his eyes stared at the yellow halo overflowing between Ning Xian's fingers, and he shouted: "Yellow! It's yellow! ”

That's the color that belongs to a third-level martial artist!

Has his apprentice master finally been promoted?

Ning Xian didn't say anything, only slowly raised his palm.

The confession that had been folded into small squares by him was now only a thin layer of ashes.

With his panic, sadness, despair...... All of them were reduced to ashes along with the confession.

When it was washed by the water again, even the thin layer of ashes was gone.

The young man's already cold face became more and more waveless at this time, making it difficult to distinguish joy and sorrow. He picked up the teapot on the table and tilted it at an angle, and a thin stream of water gushed out of the spout, pulling into a crystal clear line of water.

He tugged at the waterline, cleaning the remaining ashes from his fingers, and gave an indifferent order: "Don't alarm the man." Continue to investigate, and be sure to find the place where the mother's bones are buried. ”

"Oh." The eleventh day of the first month sighed, paused, and asked, "What about the antidote......

"I have my own way to solve the poison in my body."

Now that the system has chosen him, it shouldn't be so easy for him to die.

However, when he thought of having to work harder to prepare gifts for that woman in the future, in order to be liked by her, and then use this praise to activate the lucky wheel in exchange for an antidote, Ning Xian couldn't help but rub his eyebrows with a little headache.

I hope the system can be a person, and don't issue him an extremely childish "sour and jealous" task like today in the future.

At this time, on Xuanwu Street, when Ning Xian had a headache, Shen Lexi was shopping happily.

The background of the environment of this world is that three countries stand side by side, and there is also a small country. As the eldest brother of the countries, Dongtang has rich real estate, the people live a rich life, and it is the first month of the new year, so the crowds on the street are turbulent, especially lively.

Shen Lexi was eating authentic and pollution-free ancient street food, and her eyes were wandering between the shops, busy turning around, until the twilight Sihe, she went home.

After going back, he washed up briefly, Shen Lexi sat at the table by the stove in his small jacket, closed his eyes, and recalled the information collected on the street during the day in his mind a few times, and then began to pick up the pen.

The red heart sat next to her and played the rope - the little maid was used to being industrious, even if the master and servant no longer had to worry about the money now, but the habit of selling some money every night when they were free remained unchanged.

The master and servant were buried in their own work, only the sound of the tip of the pen walking and the rustle on the paper, and the beeping sound between the charcoal fire, no one saw it, outside the house, under the peach tree, a long figure was hidden in the dark, dark and deep starry eyes, quietly staring at Shen Lexi who was struggling to write in the house.