Chapter 37 The murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer 13
Chapter 37 The murderous Xingyulou Tiansha (13)
The woman was not disturbed by the two of them at all, her graceful neck was slightly drooped, her fair and plump forehead was vaguely revealed by her little swallow-style bangs, her standard oval face, and her eyes seemed to contain the hazy mist of the early morning in the south of the Yangtze River.
This is a Jiangnan minor tune.
Nan Xian pretended to listen carefully for a while, then blushed and said in embarrassment: "This Jiangnan tune is well-known to every household. I have listened to it many times. Unfortunately, I am tone deaf and cannot learn it no matter what. Maybe I am not talented."
"Each one has his or her own merits. Miss Nan's cooking skills are superb. This is Miss Nan's strength."
Sansheng's gloomy eyes were fixed on Nan Xian: "To be honest, I ordered Miss Nan to be brought here because I have been thinking about Jiangnan in recent days. Jiangnan is a good place——"
"I also lived in Jiangnan for nine years."
A flash of surprise flashed through his almond-shaped eyes, why did Sansheng say this to himself?
This should be his biggest taboo.
"Miss Nan, does anyone like you?"
Nan Xian felt a lump in her throat. She had just straightened her back and prepared a professional posture for eating melons, but she didn't expect that the debris jumping under the melon field would turn out to be her.
After hesitating for a while, she scratched her hair, her cheeks turned red, and she looked like a shy little daughter: "The host..."
Sansheng was unmoved and tasted the fragrant tea with an expressionless face.
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but he said calmly: "The Heavenly Killer and the Ultimate Killer under me have been fighting each other since Miss Nan came to Xingyu Tower. Maybe Miss Nan doesn't know Guangyin's temperament.
When I saw Mitsuyin for the first time, the child was in ragged clothes, with dirty hair. He was beaten and stepped on in a pothole full of rainwater. He was holding a brick dripping with blood in his hand. There was no emotion in his eyes before he died.
Fear, but hatred——
Soaring resentment!
I hate my parents, I hate everyone in the world!
He hates evil as much as he hates it, and he will retaliate with anger. In this Xingyu Tower, except for me and Can Ye, the people who have offended him are tortured to death with crueler and crueler methods than him.
But...Miss Nan is still alive."
The scrutinizing gaze made Nan Xian's eyelids jump. He calmed down and forced a smile: "Master Guangyin is indeed different from ordinary people, but I think he is still very kind-hearted."
"Human nature is good. It must have been through some harsh and terrible environments that made Master Mitsuyin look like this."
The hoarse laughter sounded strangely, instantly breaking the gentle Jiangnan tune.
The woman playing the pipa seemed to be frightened by the sudden and weird laughter. She hooked her fingers wrongly and made a noise.
Her calm eyes suddenly changed. She knelt down in fear, her whole body trembling: "Master, I beg you to give Qingqing another chance!"
"Drag it down!"
The two assassin guards whom I had seen before in the Palace of Mu Death blocked Qingqing's mouth without saying a word and threw him into the pool next to the waterside pavilion.
There was a "bang" sound, and water splashed everywhere. In a moment, many small silver fish swam over as if they had smelled something. The place where the woman fell into the water was dyed with a pool of bright red in the blink of an eye.
The woman's painful death struggle can be vaguely seen, her face is distorted, but she can't make a sound.
Nan Xian's eyes widened in horror: "Master, she..."
San Sheng looked unhappy.
Nan Xian clenched his fists, looked away from the dying woman in the water, and said with a pale face: "What is the intention of the poster?"
"Miss Nan, don't be nervous. It's just that she played the wrong string, which made me feel noisy."
"Let's keep talking."
Nan Xian has black lines all over her head. What a pervert. Who wants to talk to you?
“The person Miss Nan likes should be Can Ye, right?
To be honest, I also like Can Ye very much. He is very similar to me. Before he was a fledgling, he would hide very well, like a silent and sleeping beast, waiting for an opportunity to bite off the hunter's neck!
His first mission after becoming a god is to destroy all his enemies.
All three hundred and twenty-three people in the prime minister's residence were killed by his sword.
Do you know what it feels like to kill three hundred and twenty-three people in one night?
My wrist would be so sore that I couldn't hold the knife, and my clothes would be stained with other people's blood and turn into an unwashable blood red, like a demon from hell. From then on, Can Ye stopped wearing white clothes."
"Nan Xian is stupid. I wonder why the poster told me this?"
Sansheng's lips curved with an unknown meaning: "It's nothing. I have a crush on Miss Nan, and I want to remind Miss Nan not to play with fire and burn yourself!"
"Some people know clearly that falling in love is rushing to death, but they do not know their own abilities and harm others and themselves."
"What do you think, Miss Nan?"
Nan Xian frowned slightly, wondering if Sansheng meant the love between his parents.
After a moment of silence, under the sarcastic gaze of the other party, she raised her lips and smiled generously: "The person I love, even if a moth flies into the flame, how can I know that it is not what I like?"
The eyes framed by the iron mask were slightly startled.
Sansheng froze for a moment, his eyes showed confusion for a moment, and he said nothing.
Nan Xian looked at him quietly for a while, then slightly curved his mouth: "Thank you for reminding me, sir. It's getting late, so I won't disturb your meal."
Seeing her turning around to leave, Sansheng stopped her: "Miss Nan——"
Nan Xian paused and turned around in surprise: "Is there anything else, Master?"
Sansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, less of the previous cryptic judgment and more clear: "There is a kind of food called rice cake in Jiangnan farmers. I wonder if Miss Nan can make it?"
This kind of rice cake is a traditional snack in rural areas of Jiangnan. Nanxian has seen this traditional craft in a TV program in the real world.
She has a good memory and can roughly recall how to do it, but she has no hands-on experience.
Pursing her lips, she joked cautiously: "I've seen the chef cook it, so I can give it a try, but if it's not good, the host won't throw me down to feed the fish, right?"
If the girl is naughty, she is cute and cute, and there are some smile lines in Sansheng's eyes.
"I don't blame you."
Nan Xian breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said, "The host can send someone to pick it up at noon tomorrow."
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The most important thing about rice cakes is the vegetable filling and the skill of kneading the rice noodles while it is hot.
The so-called rice noodles are powder made from ground rice.
When pouring rice noodles into the pot, Nan Xian sprinkled the medicinal powder stolen from Can Ye's house into the pot.
In order to avoid being noticed by Sansheng, the powder she sprinkled in was just a sleeping pill similar to sleeping pills.
As for how she knew the efficacy of this medicinal powder, she had to thank Guangyin for the rats and snakes contributed by this crazy batch.
This crazy person likes to catch things flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water every three days, and throws them into her room, hoping to see her panic and frightened, crying and begging for a hug. It is so stupid and stupid.
At noon, the two Sansheng henchmen who threw the Pipa Girl into the pool yesterday came to get the rice cakes.
After a stick of incense, the two cronies came to Fusheng Garden again.
Nan Xian thought the drugging incident had been exposed.
It turned out to be a false alarm. Sansheng was very satisfied with the rice cakes and asked two cronies to give her a box of jewelry and a box of golden gold.
The tenth day when Guangyin and Canye came down the mountain.