Xi Lanting is a tall man. When he came in, he couldn't straighten his waist and crouched slightly.
When Yun Qiao saw this, he immediately said: "Uncle Qi, you go down first, I will go down now. Let's go down and talk."
Xi Lanting looked at Jiang Yanyu on the ground: "How is it?"
Yun Qiao put a bullet in the palm of his hand and showed it to Xi Lanting.
There was blood on her hands, and she only wiped them randomly, and even the bullet was stained with blood.
Xi Lanting has always been mysophobic, so Yun Qiao didn't intend to give it to him, but just let him take a look.
"Okay, let's go back," Xi Lanting said.
He went down again.
Jingxin and Jiang Yanjin didn't expect him to be so quick. They thought he was going to say something, but Xi Lanting just glanced at them.
Strangely enough, they both seemed to understand what he was thinking: Don't waste time talking about whether you have something or not. Master Qi didn't want to hear it, so he just shut up.
As expected, the two of them were silent and had a very tacit understanding.
Yun Qiao also got off the ladder.
Jingxin hurriedly went to help her, wanting to see how she was doing.
"Fortunately, it's not like last time..." Jingxin supported Yun Qiao's arm and saw that her skin was warm and her hands and feet were working hard, but her lips were a little white.
It seemed that the last time she left herself half dead was an accident.
"The wound needs to rest. You go up and carry her down. Be careful. Take her back to Xi Mansion. The wound should not be exposed to water. It is best to stay in bed for three to five days." Yun Qiao said.
Listening carefully to her voice, her voice is strong, slightly but clearly enunciated, her speech speed is normal, and her heart is mostly at ease.
She wanted to say something else, but Xi Lanting reached out and hugged Yun Qiao's shoulders.
He naturally took Yun Qiao into his arms and said to Jingxin and Jiang Yanjin: "Xi Zun will be waiting for you downstairs. Take your time and don't be in a hurry."
After that, he hugged Yun Qiao and went out.
After walking out of the door, Yun Qiao's legs felt uncontrollable and trembling a little.
Seeing this, Xi Lanting picked her up.
"Uncle Seven!"
"Don't move, we are going downstairs. If we miss the mark, we both will roll down, and I will lose my appearance if I fall." Xi Lanting said.
Yun Qiao: "..."
She really didn't have the energy to argue with Uncle Qi, so she just huddled in his arms.
Xi Lanting walked as if he was floating, Yun Qiao closed her eyes for a while and took a nap. The two of them had already arrived downstairs.
She recalled the last time he killed someone in a dilapidated factory, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Yun Qiao, faster than a gun.
She looked at Xi Lanting.
Xi Lanting carefully put her into the car and opened the other door.
Xi Zun is at hand, waiting for instructions.
Xi Lanting glanced at him.
He still said nothing and turned around to get into the car. However, Xi Zun subconsciously understood that Master Qi had asked him to pick up the person before leaving.
Xi Lanting closed the car door and the driver started the car. Yun Qiao leaned on the seat, feeling the strength flowing from her body.
"...Why are you here?" Yun Qiao asked Xi Lanting.
Why did he appear so late at night?
"Didn't your maid Chang Ning go out with Xi Zun?" Xi Lanting said.
Then what?
Changning didn't know much about this house either.
This is not grandma's private property, but Yun Qiao's. Yun Qiao saw that the terrain here is good, it is convenient to measure the sky at night, there is no other cover, and there is an attic, so she bought it not long ago.
"Sleep for a while." Xi Lanting reached over and gently covered her eyes.
His palms were cold and refreshing with a little bit of tobacco. Yun Qiao had always felt hot, but suddenly being covered by his hands made her feel calm.
It was already late at night, and she had just rescued someone. Now she was so tired that it was difficult to blink, so she fell asleep quickly.
She fell asleep, and Xi Lanting took her hand.
Her hands were stained with blood.
Xi Lanting was most afraid of getting dirty. But at this moment, he picked up the handkerchief, unscrewed the cowhide water bag, poured water to wet the handkerchief, and wiped the dirt off her hands little by little.