Xuan Mo slapped his palm on the wall of the carriage, shaking the wooden wheel in response to the sound and dying on the spot.

The servants of Shangshu Mansion on the side were all frightened, and they had never seen such a thick wooden wheel burst.

Han Xiaoxi looked at the man in front of him in surprise, a little puzzled by his sudden change of face.

In addition, after the wooden wheels on both sides burst, which caused a violent shaking, Han Xiaoxi hurriedly supported his body to prevent himself from hitting the wall of the car.

The servant outside hurriedly asked how the situation was inside, Xuan Mo casually perfunctory two sentences, and then asked again firmly.

"Say it again. How did you serve my father?"

Xuan Mo especially emphasized the word "service", which was related to his face as the Night King.

And he had already directly told the Emperor of Heaven that Han Xiaoxi was his unmarried wife, and if this matter spread, then he would become the laughing stock of the Three Realms from now on, and wherever he went, he would feel like a green grassland.

"It's just that he approves the official document, and I'll serve tea and pour water......"

Han Xiaoxi cautiously held on to the wall of the carriage, and then silently prepared for spiritual power, for fear that Xuan Mo would smash the carriage into pieces again because of this matter, and then she would only be scattered with the wind along with the wall of the carriage.

Xuan Mo took a deep breath, and his face changed slightly, not like a smile, but more like a "deformation".

"Serve tea and pour water?"

Xuan Mo looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

I don't know why I thought of other places.

"Yes. Only then did Han Xiaoxi understand that Xuan Mo didn't seem to be talking about the same thing, "Are you a spicy pot under the pig's brain?"

As he spoke, he got up and moved forward a little, and then poked Xuanmo's chest with the tips of his fingers.

Xuan Mo gently wrapped his fingers around and clenched them tightly in the palm of his hand, which really made him a little frightened just now.

has seen the battlefield of thousands of troops, and it is not comparable to the psychological breakdown at that moment.

Han Xiaoxi was panicked by his sudden and inexplicable touch, and quickly pulled his fingers back.

At this time, a small head appeared behind Xuan Mo, looking timidly at the two people in front of him.

"That...... I'll interrupt the two of you, although the carriage is broken, but this place is not far from Shangshufu, we might as well get off and go. ”

Zhen Gongzi smiled and persuaded these two "nobles", but his heart was up and down.

The palms of his hands and forehead are also sweating, I really don't know if I am doing a lot of evil on weekdays, or if I am too arrogant and domineering, so I created such a retribution.

"Okay, let her ride in your carriage, and we'll get out of the carriage and go." ”

Xuan Mo gave such a domineering order, and Zhen Gongzi didn't dare to say a word.

Xuan Mo helped Han Xiaoxi get out of the car, and deliberately covered her face so that the people around her would not see it.

"Am I so unsightly?"

Han Xiaoxi complained quietly and slowly boarded the carriage of Prince Zhen.

"Of course, you are vulgar-looking, and I am thinking about our people. ”

Xuanmo is talking nonsense and not making drafts......

But fortunately, he soon arrived at Shangshu Mansion, and Zhen Gongzi sent someone to report, so he let the two of them enter the mansion and arranged a room.

The old man Shangshu in the house is generally not at home, the mother of the prince died at an early age, and the beloved grandfather Shangshu has never married, which has also become a good story in the community.

Therefore, Zhen Gongzi does not have the gentle love of his mother, and is more willing to make friends with friends, and it is common to bring friends home to live for a few days, so the people in the house do not feel strange.

Han Xiaoxi looked at the Erpin Mansion in front of him in a daze, and felt that it was a little more shabby than his own judgment base, except for the red brick glazed tiles, which were given by the emperor, and the rest of the furniture and so on were not good.

It's a little too deserted.

"Zhen Gongzi ......"

Han Xiaoxi wanted to come forward and say that he would not live with Xuanmo.

But Xuanmo's sharp eyes swept over and immediately shut her up.

"You can call me Brother Zhen, my friends call me that, don't see outside. It's not good to wear a goof, and in a few days, the Westward Journey Garden will come to my house to post it, so I can help you ask for a few posts. ”

Brother Zhen, the real murderer......

Is this implying something?

Han Xiaoxi's sensitive nerves played a slight role, but he felt that he was too sensitive, so he didn't think much about it.

But when she looked around, she saw that the delicate flowers in the yard were showing signs of yellowing and wilting, and the atmosphere here was as if there were no servants to clean it.

However, outside, Zhen Gongzi is rampant, and the situation in this mansion is like two worlds.

"In the evening, I set the table and drink at home, let's celebrate. ”

Zhen Gongzi returned to his normal volume and said loudly again.

Hearing this, the two servants behind hurriedly walked away.

He also muttered quietly:

"Drink again, huh......"

"It's been a long time since the master came back, and he's still drinking here. ”

Xuan Mo's sense of hearing was much quicker than that of ordinary people, so he collected all these words in his ears.

"Okay, we'll be here in the evening. ”

Han Xiaoxi secretly dispersed the weaving fog into the air, and inexplicably felt the stinging pain in Zhen Gongzi's heart.

The secret of Zhenfu seems to be even more terrifying than imagined.

When it was midnight, Zhen Gongzi had not yet knocked on the door, and Han Xiaoxi always had a bad premonition.

"He's not saying he's going to come and set the wine ...... in the evening"

Han Xiaoxi knocked on the wine glass on the table, and poured a glass of water boredly.

"It's all this time, maybe it's a show. ”

Xuan Mo changed out of the camouflage clothes on his body and put on a black robe again, which secretly had delicate dragon patterns and shone with a pale blue luster.

At this moment, a terrible scream pierced the sky, breaking the silent night, and the wine glass in Han Xiaoxi's hand also slipped down and rolled on the ground several times.

"Something's wrong?"

She wanted to touch her side, but she didn't have a judge's pen at all, the most important magic weapon was taken away, and now her spiritual power was much weaker than usual.

Coupled with the fact that new injuries are stacked on top of old injuries, there are several attacks, and no matter how good the self-healing ability is, it cannot be consumed like this.

Xuan Mo was also worried that he might not be able to protect her well, so he took out a thin and long white jade pipe from his arms.

It is a good white jade that Han Xiaoxi particularly likes, with a round texture and a rich and uniform natural texture luster, and such a texture of jade is probably difficult to find.

"Let's use this first. ”

Xuan Mo handed the pipe in his hand to Han Xiaoxi.

"This?"

Han Xiaoxi wanted to touch it but didn't get it, so Xuan Mo withdrew the pipe in front of him.

"You don't want it?"

Xuan Mo raised his eyebrows and asked.

Another scream resounded through the Zhen Mansion, and Han Xiaoxi had no choice but to hesitate.

"Yes. ”

Not only did it look very elegant in appearance, but when Han Xiaoxi touched the pipe, he felt that the pipe had profound spiritual power.

An inexplicable voice sounded in his ears.

"Qingyang Master 1.0 has been launched. ”

Han Xiaoxi was startled, and almost smashed it with a trembling hand.

"Lock down the user and make a specific identification record. It has detected that the user is wearing [Lost Miracle] and is performing fusion control. ”

Han Xiaoxi saw the lost miracle on his body, flowing with a faint light, as if he was transmitting spiritual power information with this pipe.

"What is this?"

"I'm afraid you don't have time to ask that. ”

Xuan Mo was already in full swing, and although he didn't show his magic weapon, his expression was very serious.

When Xuan Mo arrived at the backyard where the incident occurred, the situation in front of him made Han Xiaoxi and Xuan Mo stunned.

Zhen Gongzi was hung from a tree, using his thumb as the focus point, tied around hemp rope and beaten severely.

And the whipping man is the drunken Shangshu-sama!

There was no one to stop the servants.

Xuan Mo said in Han Xiaoxi's ear:

"You deal with these two, there's watchers around here, I'll go and meet. ”

"Good. ”

Han Xiaoxi hung the pipe in his hand on his waist, and then drove the weaving fog to smash the stick in Master Shangshu's hand.

The tearful Zhen Gongzi saw Han Xiaoxi's existence at this time, he had forgotten to call for help and shout for help, he was just struggling.

Han Xiaoxi's fingers twisted slightly, softly gathering the delicate weaving mist into a needle, and quickly flew to cut the rope.

Only then did Zhen Gongzi gain his hands and feet, even rolling and crawling, he didn't care that there was mud on his body, and he dragged Han Xiaoxi's dress and cried like a two-year-old child.

It is no wonder that the subordinates of the Zhen Mansion are all so complex, not like the servants in the past, most of them are respectful and smiling to their masters.

It turns out that something like this happens at night......

In the dark night, only sobs and the sound of the wind were whispering, and the icy temperature was cold from the cheeks to the bottom of the heart.

"Is it biological?"

Han Xiaoxi cautiously asked the young man under his feet.

"yes!"

Zhen Gongzi muttered while crying with snot and tears.

dragged Han Xiaoxi's skirt fiercely, refusing to let go for a moment.

As soon as Han Xiaoxi moved, the skirt was almost pulled down by Zhen Gongzi, but fortunately, the belt was tightly fastened, otherwise it would be the fruit girl dancing wildly now.

Relentlessly, Han Xiaoxi kicked Zhen Gongzi away, and then turned the pipe in his hand into a stick just now, and quickly struck it forward, hitting Lord Shangshu's chest, waist, and legs.

It's not as important as it is, but it can cause enough pain.

This time the screams were a little different, and Lord Shangshu was mostly muffled, as if he didn't feel pain.

It seems that he is too drunk, and Han Xiaoxi can only think of a way to dispel the drunkenness.

I had learned some acupuncture points with Huo Jing before, and Han Xiaoxi turned the weaving mist into fine needles, and then accurately pierced the acupuncture points.

After all, she didn't study medicine professionally, she just learned some fur, but fortunately she has a good memory.

If one needle doesn't work, then another one.

Zhen Gongzi was dumbfounded from the sidelines, not knowing whether to cry or not.

Han Xiaoxi also counted the first stitches by himself, and when he got three hundred and eighty stitches, the Lord Shangshu, who was pretending to be drunk, couldn't pretend to be any longer, so he took a long breath and woke up "slowly......

"Don't, don't, don't prick. ”

Although it was still with a strong sense of alcohol, it was obviously not in a state of delirium, Han Xiaoxi glanced at it coldly, and the work on his hands did not stop at all.

"Don't worry, there are more than a thousand stitches, talk after pricking!"