Chapter 52: Using foxes as bait to act for oneself (4)
"Of course I'm better than you." After Wu Zhou finished speaking, he seemed a little tired and leaned on the back of the wicker chair. For the whole day and night, he didn't even have a place to lie down.
Qianye took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, thought for a moment and handed it to him, "Are you thirsty? Ordinary mountain spring water can moisturize your throat."
Wu Zhou did not accept it, but looked up at her, pondered for a long time, and said quietly: "Actually, if you left like this, you might not have risked your life."
"I'm not that cowardly." Qianye glanced at him, counted the things in his broad sleeves, and turned his head away, unwilling to face Wu Zhou, "As I said, I was entrusted by others..."
"You are not a loyal person, and you understand the way of reincarnation, so you must understand that you don't need to take it seriously if you promise to kill someone."
Chiba grinned, "You seem to know me very well. I won't do anything that doesn't benefit me. As for what the chips are, I don't think you are interested in knowing."
Obviously, there are some things Qianye doesn't want to say, and Wuju doesn't want to ask, "Give me a strand of your hair."
"What is it for?"
"If you are in danger of something unexpected going out, I can make preparations in advance."
Qianye curled his lips and said, "You are really unlucky. I am going out to work hard for you. You should wrap up a big red envelope to bring me good luck, right?"
Wu Zhou looked at her, with that dark and unclear look in his gray eyes again, and suddenly asked quietly: "Do you really want it?"
"I don't want to." Qianye denied decisively, always feeling that Wu Zhou's question must not be very simple.
He threw the bundle of hair in front of him, cut off a strand with a dagger and handed it to Wu Zhou, then looked at his black hair that was flowing like a waterfall, and stretched out his hand, "Then should you also give me a strand? In case your
If your self-knowledge is wrong, then the weasel will crush you to death, so I can run away as soon as possible."
"No need, it's your honor to be buried with me."
"I won't enjoy the honor of being buried with you. When you transform into your original form and I make you into a collar, I will definitely keep you warm for a lifetime."
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The fake governor sat in front of the hall and saw the sun setting in the west. He still hadn't waited for the news to come, and his face became more and more gloomy like a dark cloud.
He only hated those mortal government servants who were so useless. At first, he was greedy for money and missed his job, and then he couldn't find anyone for the whole day. If he couldn't perform magic in broad daylight, why would he use those incompetent things?
The master was waiting carefully on the side, but he felt more and more strange in his heart.
It stands to reason that Fu Yin's wives and concubines were all killed by gangsters overnight, and no matter how furious or angry he was, it would not be too much. But as far as he knew, Fu Yin and those wives and concubines were not really affectionate, and after the incident, Fu Yin's face
He didn't show any signs of sadness, but instead gave top priority to catching the murderer.
It seems that catching the bad guy is his whole wish, and it doesn't matter whether he kills his wife and concubines.
This matter was beyond his comprehension, and there was another matter that he couldn't figure out even if he racked his brain.
When Fu Yin's family suffered a disaster, officials from all over the place sent people to offer condolences, and it was natural that they would send property.
But Fu Yin, who always loved money as much as his life, didn't see any guests, and even dismissed them all with a hasty wave of his hand, as if he didn't care about anything except catching the criminals.
The drum at the gate of the government office outside the hall was beaten loudly. The master sighed and walked out of the door, thinking to himself, I don’t know which unsighted and unscrupulous person dared to beat the drum at this time to complain.