MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 77 Spurs

This time, Grandma calmed her breath, and her slender white and slender hands propped up under the bed, counting the number of her heartbeats to five hundred, and then carefully lifted the bed mantle off an angle, first from under the bed He glanced out and crawled out slowly.

It was dark at night, and the room was completely dark. Only a thin layer of moonlight came in through the window, which slightly lightened the sight of Grandma. The white skirt on her body was covered with the soil under the bed, and the shawl radiated. It seemed to be a little embarrassed, but the movement was different and agile and silent, like a beautiful banshee.

A voice rang suddenly in the empty room.

"What are you doing under the bed?"

Grandma's heart burst suddenly, she suddenly turned back and looked at the corner of the wall, only to find out that there was no one standing there. He seemed to have been absorbed into the darkness. To clear his appearance, only by the side of the moonlight, he could vaguely see that he put his hands on his chest and held a straight sharp knife in his arms.

Grandma slowly stood up, instinctively wanting to take a step back. She was a little scared of the person for no apparent reason—despite his tepid and very gentle voice, his wrists hanging under his ribs looked like thin Asian beast.

The man raised his eyes in the darkness. Although Grandma could not see his face, she felt the light in those eyes keenly.

Only the man asked: "Who are you? Why are you in Ruda ... Duqi's room?"

He said so, taking a step forward.

Grandma quickly pressed against the wall and reacted, covering her chest with her hands, showing a panicked expression, asking instead: "You ... who are you? Why ... why did you run into someone's house in the middle of the night?"

"Tie a thin line at the door, no one can see it, and it will break with a touch," said the man slowly, and Grandma felt that his gaze had been fixed on himself thoughtfully, and his backhand was running along. Touching the door frame, "The thin wire is connected to a small bell in the room, both ends are tied, and the wire at one end is broken, and the bell pinned by the other end will be pulled against the porch ... oh, this is it What? "

He stretched out his hand, and there was a small bell in his slender palm. With the movement of the man, the small bell made a very thin sound, like a "rustle" when the leaves of a certain plant were gently flicked. "It's so thin that it almost melts into the wind.

"Even if you hear it, you won't notice this voice. I heard that this is a common method used by the dead when they sleep out in the welcoming house in the suburbs," the man asked the little bell by the table, "So, who are you?"

At this time, he walked into the moonlit place, and Grandma finally saw his face. The words that had been prepared suddenly caught in her throat, and she couldn't say a word. After watching the other side for a long time, he blurted out, "You ... Are you the master of Haizhu City?"

Chang'an looked at her, and from the moment he saw her crawling out of the bed, she felt that the woman's beautiful face gave him an inexplicable, strange sense of familiarity.

Grandma hurriedly thought, but her face was sobbing.

She lowered her eyes and said lowly, "I ... I know you, Du Qi ... Du Qi told me about you ..."

Chang'an raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What did he say?"

"Du Qi has been saying, he ... he admires the Lord ..." Ah Yi took a step back, her chin almost point on her chest, her eyelashes trembled with tears, and her voice grew. The smaller it was, the more few words were unheard of, and Chang'an couldn't help but move forward.

Grandma's hand suddenly moved.

But the next moment, Grandma suddenly exclaimed, Chang'an didn't lower her head, but accurately grasped her snake-like wrist, and pinched her finger with a numbness, and the content in her palm fell from her finger.

It was a slender iron spur. Adult fingers were less than half an inch wide, with a blade on one side, and a very thin thorn at the tip, which was extremely thin and light.

Chang An glanced down, stepped on the small iron spur with his shoes, raised his eyes and looked into Grandma ’s eyes: "Spurs, even women and children's hands can hide it, but be very careful , Because it is peeled off by a little bit of skin, it will hit the blade and the thorny road ... sometimes it is a potent drug, and there is a potent poison. Why do you say that all the medicines for treating diseases are so slow, they are visible instead How about blood-throat? "

Grandma was taken aback. She had never heard of anything to do with the city owner in the circle of the dead. She couldn't help revealing the prototype and stared at Chang'an coldly: "How do you know?"

Chang'an was silent—the little tricks of the dead guest, he suffered more “loss” than anyone else.

As soon as Aya ’s eyes turned, her eyes were full of calmness and slyness. The whole person “lived” all at once, and seemed to be more touching than when she pretended to be pitiful, and then Aya showed herself as white as snow He raised his hands and spread it out in front of Chang'an, and said straightforwardly, "I heard that the sword of the Lord of the City has taken the lead, and even the" crazy hook "failed to please him. Jokes, you take me. "

Chang'an didn't move.

Grandma laughed silently, her eyes were like a seven-point like Chang'an, but when she laughed, she walked away, and the corners of her eyes were curved in a variety of styles, as if with a small hook.

"Don't take me? Then ... or will you kill me?"

She breathed lightly and looked up at Chang'an almost teasingly, but Chang'an still didn't move.

"Kill me, Governor Riding will probably feel anguish and still hate you for a lifetime. Take me, the owner of the city must be careful not to be seen by anyone who cares, especially the king ..." Ah Yi raised her finger with a pointed finger, She drew a light stroke on her eyes, and then sighed in a contrived manner, and said delicately, "I heard that the friendship between the master and apprentice of the city owner and the governor began from the age of the Great Frozen Year. I am a little woman. , Always like to think wildly, always feel that although the city owner looks cold, but the heart is serious, do you say? "

Chang'an caught her neck and caught her.

At midnight that night, when there was no one, Qing Liang was falling asleep, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Qingliang didn't know what he was thinking all day long. Forgetting to lock the door in the middle of the night was a common thing. However, although he was the son of the former leader of the Jushan tribe, now he has no other things except a yard of herbs. He is not worried. A thief came in to steal.

Since Qingliang had become an orc, his ears and eyes were sensitive, and the door rang, and he was shocked, but he did n’t have any alertness. The first reaction to being shocked was not to get up and see what happened. Instead, he turned to cover his head and continued to sleep.

... until someone was stuck to his neck by an iron handle.

Qingliang agitated a bit, sitting up suddenly, looking at Chang'an standing on his bed in surprise, still thinking in his head, thinking he was dreaming, staring at a pair of bull's eyes, staring at Chang'an with dazzling eyes, even greeting Did not fight.

Fortunately, Chang'an knew what he was a virtuous person, and didn't care about it. He bent down and whispered to Qingliangdao: "You have a cellar for herbal medicine, don't you?"

Qing Liang nodded stupidly.

Chang'an Road: "Use it for me, is there a lock?"

Qing Liang nodded, then shook her head again: "Yes ... some have rusted."

Changan sighed: "Forget it, I'll change the lock for you, and turn the key back to you."

After saying this, Qing Liang saw Chang'an walk to the door, bent down, and lifted up an "thing". He took a closer look, and was almost surprised. It was not a thing, it was a man who was **** with a big flower and blocked his mouth. people!

Qing Liang shook her head violently, crawled down from the bed, and followed Chang'an like a thief to the cellar dug out by him, and began to wonder uncontrollably in her mind— Who is this beautiful woman? Why did the city owner hide her? Bought or snatched?

By the time he entered the cellar, Qing Liang had begun to think with all his heart-whether the king was sorry for the city lord, and after the east window incident, he was retaliated by the city lord, or the city lord was sorry for the king and wanted to secretly raise people here.

Just when Qingliang Wu was struggling with morality and affection, and she was in pain, Changan had already used three or four iron chains to hold the woman firmly in place. This time, even though she was slim and free The move was only two feet square.

Then Chang'an took the thing that blocked the woman's mouth, squatted down, and flipped between his fingers a small knife to exercise his fingers.

Grandma was not noisy, but looked at him with a smile and a smile, and seemed to have determined that he was just a fierce-looking, soft-hearted and affectionate man.

Chang'an raised his hand, pinched her chin, removed her chin for a moment, and then the knife flashed, and a piece of soft meat was picked out by him and dropped to the ground. Grandma suddenly cut her tongue and fell on her back, struggling on the ground like a dying man, with a muffled sound in her throat, Qingliang sitting on the ground with a fright.

Chang'an ignored him, but squatted aside calmly, watching the woman's pain coldly, and then seemed to remember something, and asked, "Can you write?"

Grandma certainly could not answer.

Chang'an thought for a while and nodded himself: "It should probably be written, otherwise how to send a message to your master?"

After finishing speaking, he cut his hand with a knife and cut off Grandma's muscles neatly: "I should not write this time."

"Stop the bleeding, don't let her die." Chang'an said to Qing Liang, who was like a wooden chicken, "Also, she is a spy sent from someone outside the city ... Tonight, the city of Secret is searching for someone, and I search from Ruda House Come out, you ... show me people. "

After speaking, Chang'an took a deep look at Qing Liang, wiped the **** knife on the wall twice, and turned away: "I left King City in two days. This person's business, don't let anyone except you Anyone who knows by accident. "