MTL - The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate-Chapter 30 Flesh escape

Chapter Thirty Meat Break

Two days later, the dungeon.

After finishing the last word on the stone wall, Qing Qiao could not help but crack his mouth and smirked.

"My mad grass is becoming more and more exquisite ..." She looked at the crooked line of words, feeling infinite in her heart.

Human beings, once there is hope, can survive in no matter how difficult the environment is, but also have fun.

What is this spirit?

The spirit of the undead Saint!

Duan Wangfu, study.

"How's the situation?" Duan Yu was writing, half-hanging his face, the tip of the ink-colored pen was folded on the snow paper, but there was a faint coercion when the murder was not seen.

"Master Ye, Girl Du is very quiet these two days. She hadn't talked except for the quilt once."

One of the guards was kneeling in the room.

Oh? Duan Yu's eyes lightly mentioned, actually so calm?

"Is there any abnormal behavior?"

"This ... Ms. Du seems to be keen on lettering on the stone wall recently."

"What?" Duan Yu raised his ears. "So bold, who is she keeping a mark on?"

"This ..." The jailer hoisted an eight-character eyebrow and put a bitter face on his face. "The subordinates were dull and could not understand the meaning of the signs. They could only copy the words that she carved every day.

Said to present a roll of ink paper.

Duan Yu took a look at it, and Long Fei Feng Wu wrote the same sentence on paper-"Du Chunjiao came here for a tour."

"... let someone prepare a sedan chair." Duan Yu closed the paper with no expression. "I'm going to the dungeon."

After carving the thirty-sixth "Du Chunjiao's visit here", Gu Qingqiao had a sudden idea and decided to get a little stimulating.

She thought of those poems she had written silently as a student, and thought of some famous "strongest universal affiliate in history", and could not help showing an evil smile.

I saw her picking up the stone and focusing on the wall to start a new chapter—

"I was born to be useful, a red apricot came out of the wall."

"Two yellow cymbals sing and willow, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

"Mo Chou is ignorant, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

"If the relationship is long, a red apricot comes out of the wall."

"I smiled to the sky from the horizontal knife, a red apricot came out of the wall."

"As soon as Hou Men entered the sea, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall."

"Where there is no grass in the horizon, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

"I persuade Tiangong to shake, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall."

"White hairs float green, and red apricots come out of the wall."

"I wish you were long, and Hongxing came out of the wall."

...

When she wrote with passion and excitement, she finally wrote, "The sky is vast, the sky is vast, and a branch of red apricot is about to come out of the wall." There was an unexpected movement behind her.

"... keke." Someone gave a fake fake cough twice, and seemed to be struggling with something.

She glanced back at her, just to face a pair of glittering eyes.

"King, Wang Ye!"

Qing Qiao was a little flustered, rushing to stand up side by side with his hands and feet, secretly throwing away the small stones in his palm, and paddling with his feet to the side.

"... You seem to be doing fine." Duan Yu squinted slightly, as if interested.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" She nodded her head quickly, her eyes dry.

"... Why are you so scared?" Duan Yu stared at her shrinking body, not indifferently, "Now you are the big red man your Royal Highness wants to protect."

Yay? Qing Qiao looked up at him and made an unknown appearance.

Duan Yudan looked at her with a pair of phoenixes burning, meaning unknown: "Little Qiao, you really think that I don't know what Prince Prince recruited you into the palace without permission?" What he seemed to think, his tone was very sorry: "That child ... now I'm so nervous you can't even listen to my words, it's really troublesome ... "

Qing Qiao didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.

Duan Yu sighed and looked at her whisperingly: "... you always have many ghost ideas, today I will let you go to the palace overnight, and tomorrow morning will be waiting for trial at the Golden Palace Hall, so that the Prince will not have trouble again.

Qing Qiao's face suddenly faded.

Duan Yuhuan looked at her for a moment, finally hummed, and walked away.

Watching him go back, Qing Qiao suddenly fell to the ground.

She finally knew what the plan could not keep up with—obviously everything had been arranged, she could go out after tonight ...

Who, who can cast a spell?

Turn her into a branch of red apricot, looking for the vast new horizon.

After a while, the jailer came in with an ebony paint box.

"I'm eating." He looked at the little girl in front of him, and couldn't help sighing. The prince had just ordered the prisoner to be released into the palace. I'm afraid that this girl will not go back tonight as soon as she goes tonight!

Qing Qiao looked at the pile of rich food, expressionless.

"This is specially prepared for you." The jailer thought she was disrespectful and enlightened. "The prince said that you love pork, so the royal chef prepared three dishes of white garlic, braised pork and braised pork trotters. Wait a while, we are not blessed to enjoy it! I said that you little girl is looking weird, would n’t you be a hungry ghost? ”

"Oh? He really cares about me ..." Qing Qiao smiled slightly, his eyes drifting away.

The jailer felt something in the words no matter how he heard it, and he couldn't help but say a few more words: "Girl, it's not me who says that you are so young and petite, you offend the Lord somehow? Well, I advise you to eat this meal with peace of mind , Happily waiting for tomorrow's trial ... life, sometimes fate, can't escape. "

He thought that the girl who was so good in life would be extinct.

Qing Qiao stopped talking, but took the food container with great obedience and began to enjoy this last supper quietly.

After eating the last bite, Qing Qiao took the handkerchief on the food container and slowly wiped his lips.

The cell was quiet.

"... He turned out to cook for me for a different purpose."

Suddenly she covered her mouth with Pa, frowned, her eyes sparkling.

The jailer looked at her, only to find her face very strange.

"Why so?"

Qing Qiao removed his handkerchief, and a dark line of blood dripped slowly down the corner of his mouth.

"Why so?"

She smiled again and again, but it was strange and utterly bleak.

The jailer was startled, hurriedly turned and ran out, shouting, "No, the prisoner is poisoned!"

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, which probably alarmed many people.

Qing Qiao lay back on the bed, only feeling dizzy and slowly closing his eyes.

Staggered for a while, suddenly something hit her wrist, the snake was cold.

"... The pulse is so disordered, what's the matter ?!" A male voice came, mixed with faint anger.

"Hey, Lord Ye, that's all for Girl Du. After all, Xiao really doesn't know!" The answer was crying.

Qing Qiao opened his eyelids, and the jailer's frightened face jumped in, trying to turn his head, and Duan Yuzheng sat beside the stone bed with a look of iron.

"You're awake." There was a faint light glance in his eyes, and he reached out and tried her forehead.

"... the bowl of braised pork." She bent her lips to him with a good appearance, "... it seems a bit less sugar."

Duan Yu looked stiff.

The blood overflowed again, and a shocking red was drawn on her lips: "... remember to tell my dad that I will bring sugar when I sacrifice me in the future ... I do n’t like hardship ..."

Duan Yu's hand was still at her pillow.

"And ... Ada ..." She suddenly remembered another person and murmured, "Ada, I really miss Ada ... The dishes made by Yuche are not delicious, and my stomach hurts ..." The mouth finally couldn't help, a clear tear slipped from the corner of the eye, "It hurts, it really hurts ..."

The tear dripped gently on the back of Duan Yu's hand, and Duan Yu quickly withdrew his hand as if burned by flames.

The five internal organs were stirred by the stick, Qing Qiao lowered his eyelids, and began to exhale desperately.

"You, if you want me to die early ... why not say it first?" She tried to grab Duan Yu's hand, panting, "I want to see Dongxi, and I want to see Qiao Feng ... I don't know his chef Has business improved? "

"... They're fine, you don't need to worry." Duan Yu's face sank in thick shadows, unable to see his expression clearly.

Qing Qiao got the answer, and his whole body gradually relaxed: "... Lord, you have your position, I don't blame you ... I just regret it, I blame myself ..." She slowly closed her eyes, her voice quiet, "If I do n’t like braised pork ... "

"If only I hadn't met you." Her voice was so soft, as light as a dream, it broke when she touched it.

The candlelight crackled, and everything in the room floated without weight in the shaking light.

Duan Yu's eyes flashed, but it was a dark shadow, filled with mist that could not be dissipated, and was cold and cold.

"Be prepared."

His voice was dry, his eyelashes were hanging with a long shadow, like thousands of weeping willows. The cold light was like catkins, which disturbed people's hearts.

The jailer stared at him, wondering what the master wanted next.

"... I said, prepare a horse."

Duan Yu's voice was still very light, slow, with a slight dullness: "... I'm going to see a doctor in the palace."

The jailer was stunned, and his hair was shuddering, his eyes were too weird to be able to swallow the dark night, dark and upset.

He rushed out, and dared to utter half a question, even if there were tens of thousands of puzzles in his heart.

On the dark night, the stars came cold.

Opening his eyes again, Qing Qiao was already in the luxurious carriage of the palace.

"You're awake." Duan Yu looked at her, not very surprised.

Qing Qiao looked up, only to see the corner of his mouth and the large shadow between his eyebrows.

"We are going to the palace ... I have never seen your veins, maybe the doctors will have a way."

He actually explained to her kindly, was she hearing it? "

"Why is this?"

She smiled wryly, "Everyone is dead, what's the difference between poisoned and hanged? Wouldn't it be that the grandfather wanted to save me and let me die again?"

Duan Yu raised an eyebrow, and two small clusters of flames suddenly burst into the shadows.

"... If you want to die, it's up to me."

Where the carriage passed, the flames bowed down at the feet, and the white light shone, as if walking on the light of the world.

"Even if you want to die, you can only die in my hands."

Suddenly he gently scratched her face, like a lover's intimacy: "If it goes away like this, I will be very unwilling ..."

In his eyes, the blindness was dark, not light, but it fell on human skin and pressed into the heart, making people nervous.

"... we ... where are we now?" Qing Qiao avoided his eyes, leaned over his face and trembled to support his body.

"About half an hour away from the palace." Duan Yu calmly withdrew his hand.

Qing Qiao didn't answer, just opened the curtain and looked out the window quietly.

Night was supposed to be lonely, but it was broken by the riding team.

Step on, step on.

"Master, it doesn't matter if you hate me."

Qing Qiao suddenly turned back, his voice very thin and light: "Because you will hate me more in the future."

Duan Yu froze, had no time to react, only felt a cold light flashing, and suddenly a cold sharp object was added to his neck.

"——Spread off your followers, and let them all return to the palace to stand by!" Qing Qiao's hate command sounded, his fingers were stretched green and his voice trembled slightly.

In the thick summer season, there was a thunderstorm and the cool air overflowed.

"... Xiao Qiao, you have no power at all, you just want to subdue me with just one badger?"

He understood it, but just laughed, calmly. Laughing at her nervousness, she laughed at her overwhelming.

Two fires were in the eyes, and Qiao Qiao narrowed his eyes, "Yes, I can't take what you do, this one can only scratch your skin at most."

"But—" Her hand slipped along his deep outline, and finally stopped in front of his dark phoenix, "but it can poke your eyes blind."

As she expected, Duan Yu's face was a little stagnant.

"Master, I'll tell you more after we meet each other."

The corners of her mouth were raised, her face became more and more beautiful: "This strange poison that works when you see blood will not let you die, it will only make you feel completely lost, and you will become a puppet-like wasteman. You said, you Do n’t you need to think again? ”

Duan Yu's eyes were brilliant, and her gaze was sharp, as if to penetrate into every corner of her heart and lungs.

Gritting her teeth, she insisted on looking at him and would never lose a momentum.

She is betting that he is such a arrogant and arrogant perfect person who has stepped on the world under his feet, there is nothing more painful than making him disabled.

Life is better than death, dignity is lost, this is the real terror.

"You don't care about the poison on your body?" He said suddenly, his face a little dazed, as if to be scattered.

"I am dead, and I will be far away from you, at least a thousand miles." Qing Qiao smiled proudly, and scarlet was flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking terrible.

Duan Yu don't look around, stop looking at her.

"As you wish." His tone was flat, like a calm autumn water.

"Xing Xuan." He raised the volume. "Bring the Wu Yiwei back to the palace. I will take the prisoner to the palace alone."