Could it be that...the medicine Mrs. Feng fed herself has begun to take effect?
How is it possible?
Is there really such a medicine in the world?![
Sikong Lingge looked at the person in the mirror in shock, his hands trembling, completely unable to believe that such a thing actually happened...
"Pa"
The thing in his hand fell to the ground.
Sikong Lingge's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly came back to his senses.
Picking things up with all your hands and feet
Fortunately, the carpet was thick, the bottle was not broken, and the contents were not damaged at all.
Otherwise, today's plan will be ruined.
Sikong Lingge took a long breath, calmed down, and put away his things.
He took a deep look at himself in the mirror, turned around, and quietly left the room.
Now it is no longer time to wonder whether the change in the color of his eyes was caused by taking the medicine given by Mrs. Feng.
She has more important things to do.
Sikong Lingge straightened her clothes and walked over slowly...
Although he had fired a gun before, this was the first time he had done such a thing. Sikong Lingge was very nervous, his chest was pounding, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.
I'm afraid that I might act unnaturally and let the servants see it.
Sikong Lingge had to take deep breaths constantly to stay calm.
Before coming, Sikong Lingge had already anticipated all the situations he would encounter and was prepared to deal with them.
The only thing I didn't expect was this situation.
The servant's head was pressed against the wall, sleeping very soundly...
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Looking at the two servants who were sleeping unconsciously, the corners of Sikong Lingge's eyes twitched slightly.
The servant who kept watch at night was actually not alert at all. She was so nervous before...
Sikong Lingge was speechless and walked forward lightly.
The moment she put her hands on the doorknob, the servant lost his balance and suddenly fell forward.
Sikong Lingge's chest trembled violently, and he had no time to get out of the way, so he could only squat down.
Damn it!
If you don't wake up early, you don't deserve to wake up late, but you wake up at this time.
Sikong Lingge looked at the servant nervously, her heart in her throat.
In my heart, I kept praying that the servant would not see me.
The servant yawned repeatedly, shook his head, rubbed his sleepy eyes, leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep...
Sikong Lingge secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next second, the servant suddenly opened his eyes again and looked straight at Sikong Lingge.
"Miss Sikong, why are you squatting on the ground? Are you uncomfortable?"
Sikong Lingge's whole body stiffened, feeling that the blood in his body froze at this moment, and his limbs were cold.
My mind was racing and I didn’t know how to answer the questions raised by the servant...
The two just looked at each other.
silence.
Deathly silence.
The heavy breath pressed heavily on the chest, making people almost breathless...
"Miss Sikong?" the servant called again.[
In the quiet corridor, the servant's voice seemed particularly clear.
The servant opposite who was sleeping soundly moved his body and seemed to be showing signs of waking up.
Sikong Lingge's chest twitched hard. In desperation, he made an excuse and said in a dry voice, "I... am worried about Fang Yiren's injury, so I came to see her."
"Look at Miss Fang?" The servant tilted his head in confusion, his eyes were a little misty, as if he was still awake, "But Miss Fang Yi's injury was not caused by Miss Sikong?"