"Ninth Master."

As soon as he entered the house, Feng Jiutian saw Jiu Ye sitting on a chair.

The ninth master smiled and groaned, the folding fan shook gently, and he still looked gentle, but as the owner of Jubaolou, he was very well-informed.

"It's hard for Miss Feng, I heard that Miss Feng was attacked by gangsters on the way back yesterday."

The Ninth Master looked ashamed and said, "Recently, there has been chaos in the city, and I should have taken more care of Miss Feng." ”

"It's none of your business." Feng Jiutian didn't care.

Thinking of something, he suddenly said: "It's not that it has nothing to do with you, I wonder if you hurt me, and the revenge has come to me." ”

"Oh?" The essence of the ninth master's eyes flashed slightly, and he stared at Feng Jiutian, "How do you say this?" ”

"It's the owner of the thousand people you auctioned in the treasure building that day."

Feng Jiu spread his hands and smiled, "That's your enemy." I thought, this person is not interesting, and he is looking for me instead of you, a soft persimmon. ”

Jiu Ye's face was stunned, and all his words were stuck in his throat for a while.

He was thinking carefully about Feng Jiutian's expression when he said this, whether he was sincere, or did he know that he was tempting, so he said so?

But soon, he knew that Feng Jiutian was just casually sharing.

Because Feng Jiu said: "But you don't have to blame yourself, this Mo Yutian is really coming for me, if you come to escort me, maybe you will pick up a bargain for him last night." ”

The Ninth Master coughed lightly.

There are many eyes in the heart, and there are many thoughts.

He was now wondering if he should take the initiative to ask why.

But thinking of Dong Yi's words that came over to tell him early in the morning, he finally said almost stubbornly: "My enemy, why are you going?" ”

"It's a long story, and it's inconvenient to tell you." Feng Jiu tilted his head and didn't raise it, and he brushed it off.

Such a straightforward exchange made the ninth master really unable to ask.

Fortunately, thinking that General Dong Yi asked him to help test the purpose was not this, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He asked, "You say half of what you say, but it's torturous." Not enough, in fact, there is a curious thing, what is Miss Feng doing in Huacheng? ”

Feng Jiutian hesitated for a moment.

In the end, he said: "I came to Huacheng to find someone, but now, it doesn't matter if I find it or not." ”

Jiu Ye, who never expected that he would get this answer, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Who?" The ninth master was polite, "There is no one in this flower city that I can't find, Miss Feng doesn't have to be discouraged, if you don't find it, I'll find it for you." ”

Feng Jiutian shook his head lightly, but did not answer, but the meaning was very clear.

The ninth master's expression darkened slightly, and he said in his heart, it seems that he can't get out.

Feng Jiu leaned his head to deal with the wounds on the ninth master's body.

The pain-relieving medicine she had configured for Jiu Ye before had the effect of inhibiting wound decay, so this time the condition of the wound was significantly improved.

"The heart is different from the rest."

Feng Jiutian stared at his chest and said seriously, "The wound is rotten, affecting my handling of that hidden weapon, but it is not without a way. ”

"Everything is up to Miss Feng."

Jiu Ye's attention returned, and he didn't dare to interrupt Feng Jiutian's thinking.

Feng Jiutian immediately opened the self-medicated box.

Instead of choosing the doctor's usual acupuncture bag, she picked up another bag.

When I spread it out, it turned out to be a thin blade.

Each one is extremely sharp and can be used as a hidden weapon.

Even though the Ninth Master was well-informed, he had never seen such a strange knife, and he was shocked at the moment.

"What is this?" The Ninth Master looked at her incredulously.

"A set of tools and knives that sharpen iron like clay...... It can deal with the rotten flesh on your body, and it can pull out the hidden weapon. Feng Jiutian tried to explain as comprehensively as possible.

This stuff didn't come easily.

When talking to Qin Huawu once, she just gave a model, but she never thought that Qin Huawu would really toss it for her.

Now, it's just in handy.

She took out a pair of tweezers from it, sanitized it under the spirits, and wiped it clean.

Feng Jiutian looked at the Ninth Master and said, "The conditions are limited, I'm afraid the Ninth Master will have to endure it." ”

The Ninth Master pursed his lips.

Seeing the appearance of this tool, he vaguely felt what the purpose of this thing was.

And Feng Jiutian has already advised, "On the way to my homework, Jiu Ye must not move, otherwise it will ......"

She didn't elaborate, but the ninth master also guessed the consequences.

At that moment, his heart sank, and his gentle eyes revealed a touch of solemnity.

Take a gamble?

His eyes flickered as he watched as Feng Jiu's hand was already close to his wound.

The tip of the tweezers was very slender, but when it sank into the pile of carrion on his chest, it still made the cold sweat of the ninth master slide down his forehead.

He resisted instinctively and did not dare to move.

Looking at it again, Feng Jiutian's hand was very steady, and there was hardly any trembling......

"Got it."

This position is very appropriate.

Feng Jiutian had already found a hard touch in the wound.

Don't think about it, this is the hidden weapon buried in the heart of the ninth master.

But then comes the main thing.

She carefully controlled her strength, not daring to let the tweezers knock the hidden weapon crooked.

The other hand used another tool to prop up a little carrion, and then he could see clearly, and slowly clamped the tip of the hidden weapon.

The Ninth Master gritted his back molars fiercely.

But in the pain of my heart, there is still a strange feeling that is difficult to ignore.

It seems that something in the heart is being forcibly stripped out......

As soon as he lowered his head, the cold sweat on his forehead unsurprisingly fell down his eyebrows.

However, he also saw a silver needle being held by tweezers, slowly pulling out a short distance.

The Ninth Master was shocked in his heart, this was the culprit who had tormented him for many years, and it was really ......

However, before he could relax, at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the window.

"Let go of the Ninth Master!"

The window of the room was suddenly slammed open, and several shadows burst in through the window.

Feng Jiutian focused all his energy on this small hidden weapon, where did he think that he would be disturbed at this time?

Yes, he was immediately frightened by this unexpected voice, and his hand shook, and his strength weighed by two points.

"Hmm!" The ninth master's face suddenly turned pale.

Feng Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't dare to raise his head, and his eyes stared nervously at the wound.

A blessing in misfortune!

This secret weapon was not re-pushed by her mistake, but crooked.

The carrion next to the wound was punctured, and cloudy pus flowed out.

But even so, she didn't dare to let go of this breath.

Feng Jiu gritted his teeth fiercely, and if he wanted to scold someone, his eyes were quick and he pulled the needle out of Jiu Ye's chest in one fell swoop.

I don't know if it was too nervous, or what, as soon as the tiny silver needle was pulled out, it was unstable and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The sound was not loud, but it made a room of people quiet instantly.