The lord is always dishonest [Transmigration Book]

Qin Xiu, who is of the blood of the Wuwu Shenmu, has a heaven-level cultivation, and more importantly, he is a demon born from heaven and earth.

In addition to spying on the mind, it can also control the mind.

Qi Zhao instantly understood Du Wen's meaning, nodded and said hello, and took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom: "I still have Nightmare Flower powder here, do you need it?"

Du Wen took it over, and shook it in front of Yan Hui's eyes: "How long do you think you can last with Qin Xiu?"

Yan Hui's face was pale and he didn't speak.

Du Wen smiled very gently: "At the beginning you counted me into the Gochen Pagoda, and you were under the curse of life and death, but the suffering was just flesh and blood, but what about you, the most fearful and darkest side in your heart will be extracted Wouldn't it be nice to come out and suffer the worst moments over and over again until you're tortured to the point of breaking?"

His voice suddenly became ruthless: "At this point, you make me uncomfortable, and I can't make you feel better. If you don't die, you will drive you crazy. Let's see how long you can last."

Qi Zhao made up the knife at the side by the way: "Just let Qin Xiu come up with a solution to the curse. At that time, you will stand on the highest seat in Shuofang City, and you will be justified. You will be by your side. As for him, first hang at the gate of the city." How about throwing it to Gouchen Mountain to feed wild animals and birds after three days?"

Du Wen smiled slightly, very gentle: "Okay."

Both of them are obviously gentle people, but they are also very bluffing when they are fierce and intimidating. Yan Hui closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction: "...you are just lucky."

Du Wen looked at him indifferently, but after Yan Hui said this, he stopped making a sound and closed his eyes again.

The little magic stick didn't have the heart to continue talking nonsense with him, and exchanged a glance with Yue Cang, who understood, took out a light green pill from the Qiankun bag, forced it into Yan Hui's mouth, knocked him out, and then He was tied up with a black vine rope.

After doing this, Du Wen checked Tan Yanhui's context, and stood up after confirming that the latter was really unconscious.

"It's getting late at night, so don't bother Qin Xiu for now, let's talk about it tomorrow. Qi Zhaozhao, thank you, the city lord, thank you for today, you should go to rest earlier."

Qi Zhao nodded in response, "Okay."

Yue Cang dragged Yan Hui and Xiao Shenzhu back to the room together, seeing their backs disappeared, Qi Zhao turned his head and looked at Xie Shen, City Lord Xie held his hand with gentle eyes, and then went back to the next room .

……

Later in the day, the doors and windows of the house were covered, and the lights in the corner lampstands were flickering, and the color was a warm, dim yellow.

Qi Zhaomu dried his hair behind him, changed his inner clothes and waited for Xie Shen on the couch, Xie Shen also tidied up after a while, got on the couch and sat beside him, Qi Zhao stared at the carved wood patterns on the bed frame for a while. Dazed, sighed: "What is it all about?"

Xie Shen stretched out his hand to spread the quilt over him, and when it fell to his waist, Qi Zhao squinted his eyes and pressed his hand, leaning forward to lean on Xie Shen's shoulder, with a muffled voice: "...you say, Duwen, can he survive?"

"can."

"Then... what about us?"

"Also."

Qi Zhao slapped him on the neck, but he didn't say a word. After a while, he felt his back being caressed slowly, and then Xie Shen's deep and pleasant voice rang in his ears: "I said I would take you home, isn't that right?" False, you also promised to give me a home, do you still want to go back on your word?"

"...don't go back on your word." Qi Zhao looked up into his eyes and said seriously.

"That's it." Xie Shen kissed him at the end of his eyes, "Don't think too much, go to bed early, anyone who doesn't want to sleep is fine, don't you think our current posture is very suitable for doing something?"

"Varied--"

Qi Zhao subconsciously answered a word and then realized it instantly. After looking at him and Xie Shen for a while, his cheeks burned, and he quickly pushed the person who said the swearing away and shrank into the quilt, and the voice came muffled from under the quilt. Come out: "Lights out, sleep!"

Xie Shen couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to poke the quilt in front of him. Qi Zhao moved dissatisfied, and then he heard Xie Shen chuckle, and asked: "I said before that I want to give you something for the Spring Festival. I don't want to see it." Is it gone?"

The quilt ball was motionless.

Xie Shen approached him and lowered his voice: "Zhao Zhao..."

His voice was deep and hoarse, and he was anxious in such a dark and silent night.

Qi Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and tore off the quilt, turned his head and looked at him fiercely: "What's the point, why don't you take it out quickly?"

Xie Shen indulged in saying hello, brought over the luggage on the side, took out a box at the bottom and handed it to Qi Zhao.

There were still some sawdust on the box that hadn't been cleaned up in the engraved lines, and you could tell what was inside at a glance. Qi Zhao put his hand on the box and looked at Xie Shen with a smile: "I want to guess what's inside. If I You guessed it right, can I ask for some rewards?"

Xie Shen had a smile in his eyes: "What do you want?"

Qi Zhao thought for a while, but didn't feel that he had anything in particular he wanted, so he said, "I don't know yet, let's keep it until I think about it."

Xie Shen agreed with a hum, and Qi Zhao glanced at him, inexplicably feeling that the latter seemed a little regretful.

Now he is not the person who blushed when he read little porn books, he naturally knew what the latter was thinking, gave him a look of 'why are you so unscrupulous', and slowly opened the box in his hand.

There is a piece of black silk at the bottom inside, and on the silk lay two pieces of wood carvings, which are roughly the same as the ones Qi Zhao received when they got married before, but they are more delicate than those at that time, and the hair is carved with care.

Qi Zhao took out the wooden figurine to have a look, and after playing with it a few times, he suddenly discovered a detail.

Xie Shen's eyes were carefully engraved with a portrait, which was Qi Zhao's appearance, Qi Zhao paused, and suddenly picked up his own portrait, and saw that the eyes were also carved with Xie Shen's appearance.

For a moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and then he was filled with deep warmth. He raised his head and looked at Xie Shen, his eyes sparkling: "Is this what you and I think about each other?"

The tips of City Lord Xie's ears were rarely red, and he nodded silently.

Qi Zhao hugged the woodcarving in his hand, looked at him with a smile: "I like it very much."

Xie Shen looked at him, his eyes seemed to be shone with a hazy light, and the end of his eyes was slightly raised: "If you like it, what do you want to say?"

Qi Zhao leaned slightly, and kissed the corner of his mouth, with a smile in his eyes: "Is this enough?"

Xie Shen's answer was to embrace him again, deepening the kiss that was about to leave.

After the kiss was over, the light in Xie Shen's eyes became more and more scorching, Qi Zhao raised his eyes wet, and said hesitantly: "This... the sound insulation here should not be very good, Duwen and Yuecang are next door, no, it's not suitable... ..."

The corner of Xie Shen's lips twitched: "What's inappropriate?"

Old Qi Zhao blushed, and buried his face in the quilt silently: "Ask the question knowingly."

When the ending of the last word fell, Xie Shen flicked his sleeves, and the candle in the corner light stand flickered and went out quickly.

Sensing the change in the surrounding light, Qi Zhao raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Xie Shen lay down on top of him, pulled the quilt up to cover both sides of the two of them, and then gently kissed him on the cheek: "Good night."

There was warmth in the arms behind her back, and the steady heartbeat could be heard in her ears.

The corners of Qi Zhao's lips could not help but bend, he hummed in a low voice, moved closer to Xie Shen's arms, and closed his eyes.

……

Early the next morning, Du Wen asked the chief steward of the City Lord's Mansion to come to the inn to invite Qin Xiu.

However, Qin Lu, Nie Pan and others naturally followed.

It was still calm when they left last night, and the yard became a mess overnight, and there was an extra comatose person, Qin Xiu frowned: "Who is he?"

Du Wen didn't speak, and directly raised Yan Hui's head, everyone couldn't help being surprised: "What's going on?"

Du Wen didn't hide anything, and told all the things that happened eight years ago and last night. After hearing him finish speaking, Qin Xiu raised his eyes: "I know what you want me to help, but I'm a demon in my heart, and I want to invade my mind if I control my mind." After realizing the sea, he was tortured a lot, if he couldn't bear the will to die, it is very likely that his blood will rupture, and you are connected with his fate, I am afraid that you will also be affected."

"No." Du Wen shook his head, his voice was very firm, "He knows what he wants best, and he has a strong desire to survive, otherwise he wouldn't rather see someone hiding in the dark than force me out. "

Seeing him like this, Qin Xiu didn't try to persuade him anymore, but only asked, "Have you thought it through?"

Du Wen nodded.

"Since you have a plan in mind, then I will help you with this." Qin Xiu said, "Is there a dark room in the City Lord's Mansion? Take him there. The darker the better."

"Yes, please follow me."

Du Wen said, and as he spoke, he turned and went out the door, and the rest of the room looked at each other, and then walked out.

Du Wen took them to the darkest and narrowest secret room in the City Lord's Mansion.

No one has come in here for many years, it is very cold and humid, the air is full of pungent decaying smell, everyone covered their noses and went in, Du Wen's fingers couldn't help trembling slightly, Yue Cang's eyes sank, he held it calmly. stopped his hand.

A lamp stand was placed in the corner, and the lamp oil had long since dried up. Flames condensed from Nie Pan's palms, illuminating the surroundings and clearly reflecting Du Wen's pale face.

Qi Zhao looked over worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Yue Cang's eyes suddenly deepened, full of forbearance, but Du Wen smiled indifferently: "It's nothing, it happened when I was a child, even though Yan Hui didn't like me at that time, I wanted to get close to him, and that day he suddenly He smiled at me, and asked if he wanted to play hide-and-seek with him, and I agreed... Later, he tricked me into being locked up here for three days, and I had nothing to do, and then I started to get scared."

He could finish his words in a few words, and if he only looked at his face and trembling hands, he knew that the year was definitely more difficult than what he said.

Wei Jiaze knew what it was like best, so he took out a few small porcelain bottles from his Qiankun bag without saying a word, and handed them to Qin Xiu: "This is some refreshing medicine, if he wants to pass out, just shake the medicine under his nose and sleep. It was too cheap for him in the past, and I want him to bear it soberly."

Qin Xiu took the medicine and said, "Okay."

He didn't say much anymore, he threw Yan Hui in the corner, motioned Nie Pan to extinguish the flame, and then slowly squatted down in front of him, the indigo light slowly condensed under his hand, and there was a layer of faint green on the outside, indistinct, Will-o'-the-wisp.

The light seemed to be alive, and after a flicker, it quickly dissipated into countless clouds of smoke, which penetrated through Yan Hui's seven orifices. Yan Hui reacted almost instantly, grunted in pain, and opened his eyes.

Qin Xiu met his eyes, dazzling patterns gradually appeared in his eyes, Yan Hui looked at him for a while, his eyes gradually became dull, Qin Xiu saw him, smiled, and slowly hummed a soft tune , the voice was lazy and hoarse, full of bewitching meaning.

While humming a minor tune, countless indigo smoke curled up from his fingers, enveloping Qin Xiu in an instant.