Fu Shaoheng knew that he had said the wrong thing again, so he hurriedly closed his mouth, but it was too late, Fu Yao went to the direction of the little evil god's residence with a whip in his back, he couldn't stop it, and the disciples around Fu Yao didn't listen to him, and he couldn't even find someone to report to Fu Chengshuo, so he had to follow Fu Yao step by step, so as not to cause trouble for Fu Yao.

Coincidentally, the little evil god was not in the room, Fu Yao opened the mechanism familiarly, Tai Amen Xiaobawang, the second son of the Fu family, Fu Ya, has never been anywhere, I think he also put forward his opinion when this secret room was built, although Fu Chengshuo did not adopt it.

Walking through a dark rumbling corridor, Fu Yao muttered, "I just said that there are a few night pearls here, really." ”

Wu Xing heard the voice, his misty eyes opened a slit, in the past, the little evil god came alone, how could it be the footsteps of two people today?

She was lying on the stone bed, her limbs were tightly strangled by extremely thin silk, this was his new conjecture, the floating Gu was not fixed in the body, it would move around to check the living environment of the host, if the host was poisoned and injured, it would take the initiative to draw vitality to save the host.

Sure enough, his conjecture was right, he poisoned one of Wu Xing's arms, and then tied his arm with heavenly silk to prevent the blood from flowing, and the poison was not solved, and Wu Xing's arm was still blue-black.

After that, he concocted the same method to poison other places and use the Heavenly Silk to bind them, so that the Floating Gu could only stay in the place of the torso and the head, in fact, now, as long as he untied the confinement of one arm, the Floating Gu would naturally go to that place to remove the toxin, and then he cut off Wu Xing's arm, and he could separate the Floating Gu from Wu Xing.

But the little evil god didn't want to pick up the wisdom of his predecessors, his purpose was to create a more perfect existence that surpassed the floating Gu by studying the mechanism of the floating Gu, so Wu Xing was lucky to live to this day.

Turning a corner, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in front of Wu Xing, and the little boy in the apricot-red brocade robe with pink carved jade fluttered his crow-like eyelashes and waved a whip lazily, "Dead girl, wake up." ”

This whip hit Wu Xing's thigh, and the swollen skin that was originally tortured by the poison suddenly broke the skin, and the blue-black blood gurgled out, but it was a pity that the heavenly silk was extremely tough and was not interrupted by Fu Yao's red tassel whip.

Wu Xing's dark eyes closed and ignored him, she didn't want to move, and besides, she couldn't move anywhere else except for her head now.

The secret room was dim, there were no windows, no light, only the tiny oil lamp when the little evil god came every day, she couldn't tell how long the time had passed from anywhere, because the little evil god wouldn't give her food, he would only feed her those waste Gu worms that he had failed to develop, and barely hang her for a breath.

In fact, it is good to lie down and wait for death every day, although sometimes it hurts, but she no longer has to worry that she will not be able to control herself and hurt Peng Xueyi, and she no longer has to worry that her husband will be angry, disappointed, sad and hate her.

Fu Yao snorted, and seeing that Wu Xing didn't react, he wanted to step forward and reach out to pat her face, but was pulled by Fu Shaoheng, and the young man in the cyan suit frowned and said, "The little evil god senior said that she can absorb the anger of others through skin contact, so it's better not to touch her." ”

Although Fu Yao is willful, he still cherishes his little life, at this moment he listened to Fu Shaoheng's advice, nodded thoughtfully, did not use his hands, but kicked Wu Xing off the stone bed with his feet, Wu Xing's weak body rolled twice on the ground, touched the stone wall, and the upper body was strangely folded, as if there were no bones.

As if he was afraid of soiling his boots, Fu Yao walked over and carefully turned Wu Xing over with the soles of his shoes, revealing a bloodless white face, his eyes drooping and lifeless.

Fu Yao frowned, snatched the oil lamp in Fu Shaoheng's hand, squatted down and approached Wu Xing, "I didn't react like this, is it dead?"

The fire of the oil lamp was very close to Wu Xing's face, and it was so hot that he almost smelled the smell of burning hair, Wu Xing opened his dim eyes and looked at Fu Yao, and suddenly a mouthful of blue-black blood gushed out, extinguishing the fire of the oil lamp at once, and also spraying Fu Yao's head and face.

The secret room fell into darkness all of a sudden, Fu Shaoheng couldn't help but be a little panicked, Fu Yao has always loved cleanliness, and he must be angry when he was sprayed with dirty blood on his face by Wu Xing, he was angry, and he was going to suffer again.

He was about to take out the fire fold and silk handkerchief from his arms, but he felt that Fu Yao's reaction was not quite right, and the little boy who had always loved cleanliness curled up on the ground and rolled and wailed, "Ah! Fu Shaoheng! Fu Shaoheng! My eyes!"

Fu Shaoheng was startled, lit a fire, squatted down and circled Fu Yao in his arms to check, only to see Fu Yao's face covered with blue-black blood, his eyes were closed in pain, leaving two lines of fresh scarlet blood and tears, Fu Shaoheng hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief to wipe Fu Yao's face clean, but his eyes still kept bleeding and tears, and hurriedly and helplessly grabbed Fu Shaoheng's arm, "Fu Shaoheng, have you seen it? What's wrong with my eyes? Am I blind!"

Fu Shaoheng hurriedly comforted, "No, it's just that her blood is too dirty, and you can't open it when it splashes in your eyes, don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll take you to the little evil god senior to have a look." ”

Although he said so, Fu Shaoheng's heart sank, he could obviously see that it was not ordinary dirty blood, but the blood of a poisoned person, and even the blood was dyed blue and black, which showed how heavy and deep the poison was, and he had to take the antidote quickly, otherwise Fu Yao's eyes would not want it.

He hurriedly picked up Fu Yao and wanted to take him to the little evil god to ask for an antidote, but Fu Yao did not cooperate, he resisted and slapped Fu Shaoheng on the face, leaving five red marks on his fair and handsome face, and shouted, "Damn! Fu Shaoheng, go and kill her!"

Fu Yao's eyes hurt almost manic, but after a few breaths, his eyelids were already swollen, Fu Shaoheng knew that he couldn't delay any longer, so he picked him up regardless of Fu Yao's wishes, and hurriedly retreated.

Wu Xing used the last remaining strength to spit out the remaining dirty blood in his mouth, smelling the smell of lamp oil in the air in embarrassment, and squirming in that direction with the strength of his head and waist, the floor of the secret room was not smooth, and Wu Xing's jaw was broken several times, but fortunately, he finally found the location of the oil lamp, the lamp oil had been spilled all over the ground, Wu Xing stretched out his tongue and licked it, a lifelong unforgettable taste permeated his mouth, but it relieved the unbearable hunger in his stomach in time.

Licked the oil in the oil lamp, and even wanted to chew the wick made of cotton thread, but unfortunately he couldn't swallow it, so Wu Xing spit it out again.