The concubine must be obedient and obedient

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A little awkward.

Taking advantage of this gap, Bai Zhu stretched out his ready-prepared hands, and pinched the two furry ears on top of Fei Xue's hair.

He Lanqing sighed and took out a silk handkerchief.

"Take it away." Fei Xue's cheeks were slightly red, but her tone was cold.

He Lan paused as he handed the silk handkerchief, and looked at Fei Xue.

"Huh..." Shang Shiqi couldn't breathe because his nose was covered, and his eyes were shot a little bit, so he could only half-close his eyes and pant with his mouth.

Wu De blinked, seeing that nobody paid any attention to him, so he patted the medicine cake again into Shang Shiqi's mouth.

Shang Shiqi: ...

"You..." What did you eat for me again.

Shang Shiqi was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"Don't worry, it's medicine." Wu De said very briskly.

"What medicine?" He Lanqing frowned and stood up, trying to reach out to catch Wu De, but unfortunately he was dodged.

"I'm counting the days," Wu De straightened his collar, his eyes fluttered around, but he didn't look at Fei Xue, "It's still a few days before the last time the medicine is absorbed, I'm afraid the old man won't show up, so it's... ahead of time one time."

He Lanqing frowned tightly, carried Shang Shiqi in her arms and walked out, before leaving, she glanced at Bai Zhu and Leng Ning.

The two also walked out leisurely.

Wu De secretly leaned towards the door.

"Where do you want to go?" Fisher stared at Wu De with a touch of scarlet deep in her eyes.

"You care about me..." Realizing that he was wrong, Wu De cleared his throat, and changed his words: "What do you care so much about?"

Taking a few steps back and glancing at the door that was not closed tightly, Wu De seemed to have made up his mind.

"You have to run." Fisher was determined.

"You're going to run again..." The originally charming voice was icy cold, and a bleak smile appeared on the ruddy lips.

For a long time, Wu De did not speak.

"It's not bad this time again." The voice was extremely hoarse, Wu De's head drooped, like a child who did something wrong, with a hint of grievance, it seemed that the liveliness and relaxation just now were all illusions.

There was no answer for a long time.

Wu De raised his head, there was no expression on his face, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he said lightly: "If you are fine, the old man will leave first."

"something."

"What's the matter?" Wu De was puzzled.

"She's...alive."

The author has something to say: Shang Shiqi (jumping): It's all an illusion~~ A cool song for Wu De.

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【Welcome to catch insects】

☆、Chapter 48.

Slightly cold air rushed into the cloaked man's robe, and scattered sounds came out.

The moonlight was bright and clear, but it looked gloomy and cold when it shone on this person.

"Who are you?"

It's already midnight, and it's really strange that people are coming now, the guards guarding the gate have to cheer up.

"I want to go in." Under the dark cloak, a pale and slightly pointed chin could be seen. The man didn't answer, obviously he didn't intend to leave like this.

"Is there an order from the Pavilion Master?" The guard squinted his eyes, trying to see the face of the man under the cloak clearly.

"Heh... Pavilion Master." The man chuckled, and stretched out a pair of pale-looking hands towards the guard.

The guard frowned, and slightly dodged back.

"It's just a proxy."

A cold light flashed across the fingertips, and under the astonished eyes of the guards, it lightly brushed across his throat, blood spurted out, and the man sideways turned to hide.

"What's up, how's it going?" Stepping over the corpse, he said to the person who appeared behind him who didn't know when.

Gently wiping the silver needle in his hand with his fingertips, he inadvertently opened a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips.

"It's all done."

"very good."

The pale hand pulled down the cloak, revealing a delicate but pale face with a faint smile on the corner of the man's lips.

----Bijoon.

"Then...then..." the person behind Biqiong asked cautiously.

Bi Qiong narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was thinking, then sighed and said, "It's none of your business from now on, you go and prepare some carriages."

"Yes."

The man didn't dare to stay, and soon disappeared.

*

Wu De, Fei Xue and the others hurriedly left the branch of Helan Tea House, unloaded the carriage pulling the horses, and rushed out of Longcheng one by one.

After driving for a while, I stayed in a hotel on the way.

"She... is really still alive?" Wu De bit his lip, his brows wrinkled together for some reason.

"Hmm." Fisher rubbed Bai Candle's fluffy ears, and put her on the bench beside her, with no emotion on her face, as if nothing had happened.

Bai Zhu nimbly jumped and ran out of the room.

"Alive..." Wu De lowered his head, muttering something in his mouth, and finally raised his head, "Forget it, let's go back tomorrow."

The blue and white porcelain-shaped teacup in Fei Xue's hand cracked with a "click", and the tea flowed out from the gap, moistening the palm of her hand. She let go of her hand and pushed the cup aside.

She stared at Wu De with a look of hatred, "You still want to run!"

"She's still alive..." Wu De murmured, and suddenly smiled miserably, "I'm afraid I'm bothering her when I go to see her, and I've already become like this..."

"You!" Raising his slender hand, the nails seemed to grow longer again, Wu De subconsciously closed his eyes.

A gust of wind brushed his cheeks, but didn't hit Wu De's face.

"That's all." Fei Xue took her hand back, clenched it into a fist and put it on the table. When she opened it again, there were marks like a few months of teeth on the palm of her hand. She said:

"If you really want to leave, you can leave tomorrow." Fei Xue sighed, closed her eyes, and turned her head to the side, not looking at Wu De.

"Um."

"do not regret."

"Um."

"Get out, you get out now!"

"But... this is my room." Wu De drooped his head, unable to see his face clearly.

Fisher pursed her rosy lips tightly, was silent for a while, then stood up abruptly and walked to the door of the room.

"Sister, she can't even speak now, lying on the ice bed like a dead person every day, maintaining that almost non-existent breathing..."

Fisher took a deep breath, "Go or not, it's up to you."

After speaking, he walked out of the room.

"I can't even talk..."

Wu De was left alone in the room whispering.

"Forget it, why not go. Huh..."

The white candle lying on the ground outside the door moved its fluffy white ears, got up and flew into Fisher's room.

The next morning.

The sun shone on the man's clean face, holding a whip in his hand, he controlled the horse to turn around in a circle, and shouted impatiently at the hotel:

"Let's go, hurry up, the old man's time is very tight!"

Running all the way, except when necessary, did not stop much.

At night, Wu De sat on a branch, holding a chicken leg in his hand, thinking silently in his heart.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Unable to think of something he forgot, he began to toss and play with the chicken leg in his hand.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, the soft hair brushed his cheeks, and Bai Zhu quickly slipped away with a chicken leg in his mouth.

"You bastard, return the old man's dick!" Wu De angrily stood on the branch and hopped his feet. The whole tree started to shake when he jumped, but luckily he didn't fall off.

"Tch." Wu De snorted, sat down cross-legged, and ignored Bai Zhu.