Mr. Qi, my son, I have a crush on you

With a strand of hair wrapped around her, she couldn't help but think of the scene at Zhou's house.

My heart was shocked suddenly, it turned out that he had always kept his own lock of hair.

He squeezed his five fingers together tightly, and held the cloth bag tightly in his palm, but suddenly he staggered and almost fell down.

Hong Liu hurriedly supported him, and called out nervously, "Master!"

"I am fine."

Shen Su waved her hand, gritted her teeth and said, "Go and check again, before evening today, I want to know where Qi Chuxiao is."

"Yes."

After Hong Liu left, Shen Su also stepped forward and went straight to Cuiyuan Building.

Just as he was about to walk up the stone steps in front of the door, he was stopped by a young man in purple clothes.

"My dear friend, there is nowhere in the world where we don't meet each other."

Shen Su turned around and saw that it was the ink from her sachet that day.

He was quite displeased with this person, and said in a light tone: "Yingzhou City is not small if you say it is, but it is not big if you say it is big. It is not surprising to meet him."

Dianmo still had a warm expression on his face, looked at the Cuiyuan Building and said with a smile: "Seeing that the young master is in a hurry, he must be going to the Cuiyuan Building. Could it be that there is an old friend of yours in this building?"

Shen Su asked back: "Why not?"

"No, a good man should have three wives and four concubines, with left and right embraces, so that he can see his true qualities as a hero."

Then he clasped his fists and said, "To be honest, I also have the same intention, why don't we be companions?"

The sarcasm in Shen Su's eyes is even stronger, if there is a real feeling, one should stick to it all the way to the end. In his opinion, those who flaunt their status as women are no different from trash.

But he is also considered an old Jianghu, so naturally he won't show anything on his face.

Spreading the folding fan, he sneered and said, "I've heard of going to gamble as a companion, but I've never heard of going to a kiln together. If you and I love the same person, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

Dian Mo chuckled and said: "It's impossible, ordinary people naturally can't catch my eyes, but for a wonderful person like Young Master, who can match him?"

Shen Su's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately laughed and said: "Naturally, Lang Yan is unique, with a dragon and a phoenix, unparalleled in the world, ordinary chickens and dogs, so there is no need to think about him, let me leave."

After finishing speaking, he turned around gracefully and entered the Cuiyuan Building.

I want to tease him, but I don't know that he is the ancestor of this way.

He clenched his fists with a touch of ink, and this surname, Shen Mingming, turned around and scolded him.

Ben also wanted to stay for a few more days for the sake of his face, not wanting him to be so ungrateful, he deserved to be killed.

Not long after, several figures left Cuiyuan Building from all directions.

Only Xiao Tie was left to accompany him in the backyard, refilling Shen Su's wine glass after glass.

In a blink of an eye, it was already dark.

There were more than a dozen empty jugs on the stone table, and Shen Su, who was dressed in black, also became more irritable, her fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and she couldn't even hold the wine glass steadily.

The little question couldn't help asking nervously: "Young master, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

Shen Su clenched her fingers, and crushed the wine glass with a snap.

The wine and blood spurted out together, and the pale and handsome face suddenly splashed a little scarlet.

"If something happens to Qi Chuxiao, I will screw off the heads of those people one by one."

When Shen Su said this, his expression was gloomy and stern, against the dripping bloodstains, he suddenly felt a bit ferocious, like Shura in hell, making people shudder.

Xiao Tie couldn't help but shuddered, and said repeatedly: "Young master, don't worry, Mr. Qi will definitely be auspicious."

As soon as the words fell, a ball of fireworks was shot out in the distance, followed by a strand of yellow smoke.

Immediately overjoyed, he stood up abruptly.

Xiao Tie also said happily: "It's a signal, it seems that someone has found it."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and there was no figure of Shen Su.

36. It's Shen Su

Yingzhou City, the western suburbs.

Qi Chuxiao was tied up with chains in the cowshed full of feces, her body was torn and bloody.

The meticulously combed hair on weekdays was in a mess, and his head was drooping on the side weakly, dying.

The iron pan in front of him was boiling with oil, it was the new gadget that Wu Yiwei had come up with, and they even named it, fried old crispy meat.

"Brothers, the oil is almost burnt, isn't it time for our Master Qi to call out?"

"That's right, this bastard has been dizzy for two hours, remember not to splash it on your face."

"Understood, but I don't understand, since the master hates him so much, why didn't he kill him?"

"You know what a fart. After all, Qi Chuxiao is also an official of the imperial court. This time, she was ordered to come to Yingzhou to investigate the female ghost. If the prince is killed, she will definitely send someone to investigate?"

"C'mon, we didn't kill the officials too much, what's missing is Qi Chuxiao?"

"Stop farting, do whatever you're asked to do."

The scolded Wu Yiwei muttered, and took out a ladle of boiling oil from the pot. If it was poured on his body, it would burn his skin to pieces.

Qi Chuxiao's eyes were tightly closed, and she had already greeted the eight generations of the bastard's ancestors in her heart.

He has been pretending to be dizzy since he was whipped. The effect of the Sangong powder has passed overnight. As early as the third watch, the wooden pillar behind him has been shattered by his internal force. He just waits to see it with his own eyes. Who is Wu Yiwei's leader, and why he hates him so much? He didn't want to wait for a day without seeing anyone, but suffered a lot of torture in vain.

Fortunately, he has a strong mind and super patience, so he got away with it one by one, but now he can't do it anymore if he doesn't leave.

He grabbed the wooden post behind him with both hands, just waiting for the dog thief to come to die.

At this time, a canopy of fireworks lit up not far away, illuminating the courtyard as bright as day, and immediately another cluster of yellow smoke rose slowly from a distance.

Several people were surprised for a while. "Damn it, who the hell is setting off fireworks here?"

The other person also took a look, and suddenly shouted: "No, this is a signal, hurry up and tell the commander."

Dian Mo was drinking wine in a bad mood. A mere cloth merchant dared to ridicule him so much. If Qi Chuxiao hadn't been in hand, he would have captured Shen Su on the spot if he didn't want to cause trouble.

Holding the wine glass, he smiled coldly, wondering if he could still fall in love with the deep-fried Qi Chuxiao.

Suddenly, I heard someone come to report.

"Commander, there is a secret letter from the capital."

Dian Mo was overjoyed, and reached out to snatch it.

Open the lacquer seal on the top, only to see a few words written inside.

Kill everyone related to the Bai family, and leave Qi Chuxiao alone.

Underneath is a peony flower drawn with gold silk. There is no doubt that this person is his adoptive father, Jin Yihou.

Dianmo couldn't help being furious, and tore the secret letter to pieces with two slaps.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't I move Qi Chuxiao? You protected him, but I wanted to kill him. Come, someone, and bring Qi Chuxiao in for me."

As soon as the words were finished, a bird-clothed guard ran into the house scrambling and crawling.

"The commander is not good, someone sent a signal, it may be to rescue Qi Chuxiao."

"Who dares?"

Dian Mo grabbed the mask at the side, put it on his face, kicked the man over, and rushed into the courtyard.

The moment he approached the cowshed, a tall, thin figure in black descended from the sky and slapped three palms like lightning.

At the same time, more than a dozen masked men rushed in from all directions, and each of them was brave enough to rush towards Wu Yiwei with their swords in hand.

Dianmo's figure flashed, avoiding the three palms, and the man in black stood in front of Qi Chuxiao.

His long hair moved without wind, and the corners of his pitch-black robe were rattled by the swell of true energy.

"who are you?"

Dianmo couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment.

The man in black glanced at Qi Chuxiao's body, and two balls of anger suddenly rose in his eyes, and he said word by word: "The person who killed you."

While speaking, he stretched out his two fingers, clamped the chain, and with a crisp click, the iron chain, which was twice as thick as his thumb, was broken into two pieces.

Dian Mo couldn't help but be surprised, who is this person with such deep skills?

Qi Chuxiao was free of restraints, and after a brief moment of entanglement, she chose to fall to the ground.

From the deep and hoarse voice, he had already recognized that this person was the man in black who had met him three times before. Seeing you now, he was also looking for his identity, so he narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them.

I can't help being furious when I ink. "What a big tone, let's see how I will peel off your human skin."

Immediately, he pulled out a nine-section whip with blue light from the back of his waist, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell it was poisonous.

The man in black didn't want to talk nonsense to him at all, and with his strange steps, he slid out with a bunch of afterimages.

The palm shadows are two, two are four, as if they come from all directions, directly illuminating several key points of the ink.

Facing such a master, Momo didn't dare to push him too hard, and with a flick of his whip, he protected Zhaomen.

The man in black didn't play his cards according to common sense at all, he didn't retreat but advanced, and even desperately grabbed the steel whip.

Dianmo was secretly delighted, but felt a throbbing pain in his chest, and immediately spurted blood from his mouth.

"Commander."

A few minions were shocked, and at the same time raised their breath to protect Dian Mo.

The man in black raised his hand and threw out the steel whip, and he had already come to Dianmo's body one step ahead, the anger in his eyes had almost turned into substance, and a gust of palm wind mixed with overwhelming torrents burst out from his hand, heading straight towards Dianmo. The ink-stained Tianling Gai patted it away.

If this slap is real, it is estimated that there will be no scum left in Dian Mo's head.

He was so frightened that he kicked Wu Yiwei who was standing in front of him. With this force, he jumped several meters, tiptoed, and sprinted towards the roof.

The men in black couldn't catch up, and a few unlucky black-clothed Weidun were photographed into meatloaf.

For Dianmo's escape, the man in black seemed extremely angry, and he slapped the ground with his palm, shaking the ground out of a hole.

Immediately shouted coldly: "Chasing."

"Yes."

Several masked figures flew out at the same time, and the man in black walked towards Qi Chuxiao quickly.

After sniffing his breath, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately hugged him regardless of the dirt on his body.