swear to love heaven

People's desire for money can be calculated in terms of infinity, but this infinity mode also has a time to stop.For example, when one's own life is threatened, even if one has a lot of money, one will not be able to enjoy it.

"Miss..." bowing, the witch doctor glanced at Lemomena sitting on the bed tremblingly, then took out the money bag and handed it forward with both hands, and said in a low voice: "This is your money, Please take it back."

Looking sideways, the brown light suddenly froze, and the voice was still calm, terrifyingly calm. "I said, if you can't cure her, your life is mine."

Kneeling down with a plop, tears and snot all over his rough yellow-brown skin, trembling hands holding the money bag, the sound of mourning seemed to be singing a lament. "Miss, the villain really tried his best. This little lady has a fever caused by poisoning. The villain has no antidote, and I don't know what kind of poison she was poisoned. I can't prepare an antidote. Please forgive the villain. !"

"You've been researching it all night, but you can't figure out what kind of poison she was poisoned with?" Anger, or hatred, is not clear.

"The villain has never seen this kind of poison. It won't kill you immediately, but after a long time, you will collapse from a high fever. If you don't take the antidote in time, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..." He raised his eyes and walked along the black robe. He glanced upwards secretly, and when his sight touched the mask, he immediately lowered it in fear, not daring to continue looking.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, the tea-colored pupils reflected a delicate and delicate face, and the lip line that was always slightly upturned was tightly drawn into a stiff straight line. The faint breath leaking from the corners of his lips was like white smoke in the wind, and it seemed that it would be scattered in the hot summer wind blowing all around at any moment.

"Miss..." The witch doctor's pitiful and cowardly voice sounded at his feet, interrupting Lemomena's silent and anxious gaze.

"Is there a better witch doctor in town?"

"There are only three witch doctors in Ya'an City. I met one the day before yesterday. He was about to go out of the city to collect medicine, and he will not come back for ten days and a half months. You can try the other witch doctor, but the villain is very sure. Like the villain, he has never seen this kind of poison, let alone has an antidote." In such a small town surrounded by deep mountains, three witch doctors are too many, and there is no better great witch doctor.

For the first time, Lemomena had a panic of not knowing what to do. For so many years, this feeling of being caught off guard had never appeared in front of her. She always knew where she was going and what she was going to do... only now For once, she knew nothing.

This is a kind of irritability that makes people apart from being confused, dazed, and irritable, like a wild animal that is tightly trapped in a cage, wanting to find a way out from the heart.However, after being helpless, all that remained was a growl of anger, a growl of impotence and despair.

At this moment, Lemomena could hear the roar of the trapped beast in his body struggling to roar in his eardrums, which was clear and deafening.

Khaleesi's condition would get worse every day. With this weak and thin body, no one could guarantee whether she could survive until she found the antidote.

Besides, where is the damn antidote?

Suddenly, some sporadic images flashed in my mind... the red-haired woman chasing after her, the short arrow engraved with the "blade and fire" logo, the scene of Kalixi being injured...

"Could the arrow wound on her waist be the source of the poisoning?" she asked, already having a vague answer in her mind.

The witch doctor thought for a while, then shook his head uncertainly. "The villain checked the wound carefully last night, and found no signs of poisoning. It is not certain that the poison came from the waist injury. However, you also said that you and the little lady both ate the same thing, but you Nothing happened. It can be seen that food is not the source of poisoning, and the arrow wound is indeed suspicious."

The sky outside the window was shining with dazzling white light, and this simple hut was also filled with heat waves approaching noon, but Lemomena's eyes kept condensing into ice in such a temperature, and a stern anger followed the breeze. spread wantonly.

"Take good care of her, I'll be back soon." After leaving a word, she got up and walked out.

The witch doctor's hurried promise came from behind him, and when he stood up, the black figure had long since disappeared into the hot wind blowing in by the door without a trace.

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Walking through the less lively market, there are shops on both sides selling all kinds of things. A few soldiers walked towards him. Lemomena lowered his head, stopped, turned around and picked up a small shop at the door. Looking through the pottery pots, the owner saw a customer coming, and immediately introduced him enthusiastically.After the soldiers passed by chatting and laughing, Lemomena put down the clay pot, ignoring the shopkeeper's diligent lobbying, and walked forward quickly.

His gloomy gaze swept across all the small shops along the road, eagerly searching for something, and he turned a street. The alley in front was relatively quiet, and he continued along the gray stone road. The hem of the black robe rose and fell, disturbing The laziness of the fiery air.

A shop with a blacksmith's flag appeared in front of him, his eyes swept over the pillars at the door, and he was taken aback. The face behind the mask raised a cold smile, which was so cold that it froze the bright sunshine following at his feet.

"Is the owner there?" Standing at the door, he asked.

A head with a dark face protruded from behind the stove, and glanced towards the door. The tall figure against the light was wearing a black cloak. In this scorching summer, it didn't give people the slightest feeling of stuffiness, but felt... …cold.

"The villain is the owner, what do you need?" Putting down the tools in his hand, the middle-aged man walked around the stove that was emitting heat waves, and came to Lemomena, with a flattering smile on his dirty face. smile.

He took out the short arrow from his sleeve and placed it beside the blue-gray stone sink. The palm wrapped in linen lightly pressed against the smooth edge of the stone sink. An almost inaudible crackling sound was swallowed by the summer wind rushing in from behind the door. , no one heard.

"Tell that red-haired woman to bring the antidote to the rock mine outside the city tomorrow morning." She slowly withdrew her hands, her usual indifferent gaze, her usual calm voice, and the startled expression of the shopkeeper in front of her formed a perfect combination. Strong contrast.

Looking down at the short arrow on the edge of the sink, the surprise in his eyes revealed a certain message, and then he looked at the masked woman in black, his humble and flattering tone suddenly changed, and it seemed to be a confident tone.

"Yes, the villain has remembered." Laughing, with a hint of obvious complacency.

The light brown light was broken by a sharp blast, sparking a faint blue flame. However, when a corner of the cloak was lifted by the hot wind flying in from the door, the clear killing intent lingering in the blue flame also leisurely and contentedly followed. The raised robe corners disappeared into nothingness, leaving only a pair of indifferent brown eyes, indifferent and secretive.

Turning around, he stepped out of the low door without hesitation.

Reaching out to pick up the short arrow, he weighed it in his hand, glanced at the logo on the arrow, and the middle-aged man smiled contemptuously.

Suddenly, a trace of coldness was coming from the exposed toes of the shoes. Looking down, a shallow water stain had already flowed to the feet, flowing silently along the shoes to other places, frowning.

Following the water flow all the way, water was gurgling out from a small crack invisible to the naked eye at the edge of the sink. The water in the stone tank was used to cool the hot iron that had just come out of the furnace. The half-foot-thick stone wall was hard and thick. Suddenly it broke?

Raise your hand, the water flows down the stone wall happily, your fingers lightly touch the smooth stone platform surface, and there are continuous light and crisp "cracking" sounds under your fingertips, and the sound of cracking stones in the surrounding quiet air, like the wind pushing Like a wave, there was a very light sound with the man's inexplicably trembling fingertips.

His eyes suddenly turned cold...

Just now, the masked woman in the black robe pressed her down a bit, could it be that---- Immediately, she shook her head in astonishment, denying her absurd guess.

To crush such a solid and thick stone wall, not to mention how much strength is needed, at least it needs the assistance of a heavy weapon such as a hammer, not to mention the masked man's voice, which is just a young woman.

It is absolutely impossible for a woman to crack a half-foot-thick stone with her bare hands.

Putting away the short arrow, walked to the door and looked around, seeing that the street was sparsely populated, the middle-aged man quickly closed the old wooden door.