Could it be that... the medicine Mrs. Feng feeds her to her has begun to take effect?
How is that possible?
Is there really such medicine in the world?!
Sikong Lingge looked at the person in the mirror in shock, his hands trembling, and he could not believe that such a thing actually happened...
"Ba"
The thing in his hand fell to the ground.
Sikong Lingge's heart thumped and suddenly came to his senses.
Pick up things with all your hands and feet-
Fortunately, the carpet was thick, the bottle was not broken, and there was no damage to the things inside.
Otherwise, today's plan will be ruined.
Sikong Lingge sighed long, calmed down, and put away the things.
I looked at myself in the mirror deeply, turned around, and quietly left the room-
Now I am not worried about the change in my eyes. Is it because I took the medicine given by Mrs. Feng to cause this?
She has more important things to do.
Sikong Lingge sorted out his clothes and walked over slowly...
Although he had fired a gun, this was the first time he did such a thing. Sikong Lingge was very nervous, his chest was beating "beat" and his palms were covered in cold sweat.
I was afraid that I would be unnatural for a while and let the servants see it.
Sikong Lingge must take deep breaths to remain calm.
Before coming, Sikong Lingge had already imagined all the situations he would encounter and was ready to deal with them.
The only thing that I didn't expect was the situation in front of me-
The servant's head was against the wall and he slept very sweetly...
“…”
“…”
“…”
Looking at the two unconscious servants, Sikong Lingge's eyes twitched slightly-
The servant who was watching the night was not alert at all. She was so nervous before...
Sikong Lingge walked forward speechlessly.
The moment she put her hands on the door handle, the servant didn't stand firmly and suddenly fell forward.
Sikong Lingge's chest trembled violently, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only squat down.
It's so damn!
I don’t wake up early and don’t deserve it late, but I just wake up at this time.
Sikong Lingge looked at the servant nervously, his heart suffocating to his throat.
In my heart, I kept praying that the servant could not see himself.
The servant kept blowing and waving his head, rubbing his sleepy eyes, leaning his head against the wall, closing his eyes, and continuing to sleep...
Sikong Lingge sighed secretly.
However, the next second, the servant suddenly opened his eyes again and looked straight at Sikong Lingge-
"Sister Sikong, why are you squatting on the ground? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Sikong Lingge's whole body was stiff, and he felt that the blood in his body had frozen at this moment and his limbs were cold.
My mind was booming, I didn't know how to answer, the question asked by the servant...
The two of them just looked at each other.
silence.
Deadly silence.
The heavy breath pressed heavily on the chest, making people almost breathless...
"Hostie Sikong?" the servant called out again.
In the quiet corridor, the servant's voice seemed particularly clear.
The servant who was sleeping very sweetly opposite moved his body and seemed to have signs of waking up.
Sikong Lingge twitched his chest hard, and in desperation, he made an excuse casually, and his voice was dry, "I... worried about Fang Yiren's injury, come and see her."
"Look at Miss Fang?" The servant tilted his head and wondered, his eyes a little misty, as if he had not yet awakened. "But was Miss Fang Yi's injury caused by Sentiment Sikong?"