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"Where is he?"

"died."

"Who, who killed him?"

After deliberating for a while, Shang Shiqi told the truth, "You."

"How could it be me?" Bi Qiong stared at Shang Shiqi, the corners of her lips raised, trying to laugh, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Yue Xiaoqi was about to commit suicide, and when he was considering whether he was really going to die, you opened the door, and his hands shook in fright, so he died."

After thinking about it, he added, "From then on, this body is mine."

"Impossible!" Bi Qiong bit her to death, but panicked in her heart, her body trembled non-stop, her pale face turned translucent.

Flipping the hands indiscriminately, "needle... where is my needle?"

After finally finding the needle, it fell to the ground as soon as I picked it up.

"Give it to me, kill him!" he roared, his teeth bared so badly that it was horrible to see.

Kai Yang and the others didn't dare to delay, they all rushed towards Shang Shiqi, and a fight broke out in this not-so-big room.

During the fight, Shang Shiqi glanced at the back room from the corner of his eye.

----actually, I....

----When I woke up today, I felt that I really loved you.

The author has something to say: Shang Shiqi (affectionate face): When I wake up tomorrow, I feel that I love you even more.

Aha, there are two updates in the middle of the night, and I want to continue to update...

But got caught.

Okay, don't bother with me, the author is a little smokey tonight...

【Welcome to catch insects】

☆、Chapter 52.

The gorgeous robe was scratched and tattered, and there were streaks of bloodstains on the bright white cloth, some belonged to others, and some belonged to him.

"Look, they are all dead." I don't know who said this.

He tore off the torn and shapeless fabric of the sleeve, and made a "crack".

The blood-stained cloth wiped the dagger sticking to the blood, barely wiping it.

"You... who the hell are you!" Bi Qiong stabilized her body, holding a silver needle tightly with her fingertips, her face became paler and more transparent, and her eyes were inexplicably red.

"My surname is Shang, ranking ten seven."

He casually threw the blood-stained sticky cloth aside, and landed on the face of Kai Yang who was still half-breathing on the ground.

"Shang...ten seven."

Shang Shiqi let out a "hmm" as a response.

He casually wiped the blood from his hands on his body, but found that the more he wiped the blood, he simply gave up.

Stepping over a corpse, Shang Shiqi turned around and looked around, with a harmless look on his face, he said:

"They're all dead, and you're the only one left."

Taking another step forward, he guessed Kaiyang's lower abdomen, and with a "poof", a lot of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"I'm really sorry." He said sorry, but stepped on his feet mercilessly, as if to say

----How can you not die completely.

Xu Shi regained some strength, Biqiong supported the wall with one hand, stabilized her body, took out the needle bag from her bosom, and took three needles with four fingers.

"Shang Shiqi...ha..." Biqiong lowered her head slightly, a shadow hit his face, and from time to time she let out a few strange low smiles, "You put this face on, I'm really...a bit stuck...ha..."

"It's best if you don't let go." Shang Shiqi shrugged, clenched the dagger in his hand, wanting to make a quick decision.

"Trying to kill me..." he murmured.

Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes were frighteningly wide, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Impossible!"

"Whoosh" the silver needle pierced the air and attacked the familiar face in front of him.

Shang Shiqi's pupils shrank, and he wanted to block it with a dagger, but his speed was too fast, he turned his head slightly, and narrowly avoided it.

The silver needles that glowed with cold light scratched the hair belt, carrying a few strands of hair, and disappeared.

A head of slightly messy black hair hung down, and a few strands of hair stuck to the blood-stained face.

Biqiong's eyes reflected the familiar face in front of her, feeling a little confused.

With a "plop", he knelt down on the ground, his head drooping weakly.

There was only an unconscious murmur in his mouth: "I didn't hit it..."

In a trance, he recalled the past again.

The immature, he told himself every bit of the Yue family.

He told himself his somewhat ridiculous revenge plan.

Wait blah blah... there's more to it than that.

Thinking, thinking, as if intoxicated in that memory.

Shang Shiqi casually straightened his hair, glanced at the sharp edge of the dagger, and slowly approached Bi Qiong.

When they were very close, they suddenly heard a whisper.

"You."

Suddenly, Pichon raised her head.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Shang Shiqi, and a scarlet blood tear flowed from the corner of the eye, slowly sliding down.

"It's not him after all!" he roared hoarsely.

His pale lips curled up suspiciously, and his bloodshot eyes stared straight at Shang Shiqi.

"Let's... go see..." Let's go see Xiao Qi together.

A chicken bone pierced through the window paper and hit Biqiong's neck with precision.

Bi Qiong showed surprise, and before she could turn around to look, she slowly fell forward.

The door opened, and the sunlight that shone in gave warmth all the time.

Shang Shiqi narrowed his eyes slightly, for some reason, his eyes seemed to be darkened.

She moved her fingertips a little, and the dried blood on her hands made her very uncomfortable.

She wanted to feel the sunshine, but suddenly, many people flooded in, covering the sunlight.

Shang Shiqi struggled to identify these people.

She saw a short body, a familiar immature and proud face, and two words came out of her lips.

----Wu De.

When he opened his mouth, he said, "Save...her."

In a daze, he looked towards the inner room, and then fell to the ground.

Vaguely, she felt that someone wanted to help her, but there was no time.

----I haven't told you my answer yet.

*

"Blame me, I almost forgot about this little doll." Wu De wiped his greasy hands, and pulled Shang Shiqi up forcefully.

"Well, it's your fault!" Bai Zhu in the back room said wagging his tail beside Fei Xue.

Wu De knew he was wrong, so he didn't reply.

Standing aside, Shu Quan stood upright, with lowered eyes wondering what to think.

Fei Xue quickly applied medicine and bandaged He Lanqing's wound, as if thinking of something, Liu Mei frowned slightly.

---- With her martial arts, she would not have ended up like this.

Together with this doubt, after bandaging the wound, he took He Lanqing's pulse.

Internal strength is very thin.

The internal force is so thin, the body has no internal injuries except for this external injury, it is impossible to dissipate it in an instant.

Fei Xue considered it again and again, and decided to wait until He Lanqing woke up before talking about this matter.

"Hey, that guy named Artai, come, help the old man put this little doll on the table." Wu De's voice came from the outer room again.

Fei Xue sighed helplessly, rubbed the hand-shaped white candle's head, got up and walked out.

"It's just trauma, excessive blood loss, the needle is not poisonous."

After a pause, he glanced at Shang Shiqi who was lying on the table, and said again, "How is she?"

"It's just that I was overly frightened and overworked." Wu De tilted his head, sat on a chair with his legs crossed and said lightly, but his face was not good-looking.

Bai Zhu hopped over and saw these things, but he didn't pierce them.

Artest stepped forward, looked at Biqiong who was still lying on the ground and said:

"Then what about this person..."?

Artest was interrupted by Wu De before he finished his sentence: "Put it down first, and guard it more, but no one is allowed to patrol in front of the cell, the old man will come in person."