Chapter 770

When the heavy wooden door is closed, the sound of closing the iron door is followed by the lock.

Gu Qianxue began to inspect the room.

Because it was in ancient times, so you don't have to worry about cameras and monitors. Besides, you don't even have glass and mirrors, so you can stop secret surveillance.

After inspection, Gu Qianxue is hesitating whether to blow the whistle or not, and he thinks of the sound of the iron gate.

It's a dumb slave.

The dumb slave's thin body carried a huge wooden bucket with warm water in it and a cloth bag in his hand.

Thousand snow surprised, let her take a bath?

Put the cask down, the mute slave opened the cloth bag, and stroked with his hands to wipe his body.

Thousands of snow clear, the original is unloading Yan Rong cream.

Yes, since all the stuffing has been revealed, we should unload it early. This thing is really domineering. As time goes on, it will corrode the skin. It is still good to unload early.

"Dumb slave, can you help me to guard at the door, although Er You know If there's an accident, it's embarrassing. " Gu Qianxue seems to run for fear of the second prince's wind.

The dumb slave nodded his head and went to the door.

Gu Qianxue also hastened to dip the towel into the liquid medicine and began to remove the Yan Rong ointment.

It's good not to unload. It's really frightening.

Pain and pain, almost like peeling skin.

"Hiss How painful Oh. " Qian Xue couldn't help screaming.

The mute slave guarding the door curiously looked over and pointed to himself with a gesture and pointed to the snow. His clear eyes were full of doubts.

Qian Xue chuckled and said, "I don't need your help for the time being. I'm afraid I need your help for a while."

I couldn't help feeling good for the dumb slave.

Clearly, she is the accomplice of the second prince. Why do you like her? Think about it, maybe because of the dumb slave's clear eyes.

Originally Gu Qianxue thought that removing Yan Rong cream was just like removing makeup in modern times. How could it hurt so much? It was so easy to remove the left hand. The whole arm was not white, but red, as if it had been peeled off.

Qian Xue wanted to cry without tears, and scolded Lu weilou a thousand times in his heart. He knew that the killer leader had no good heart and was really harming people.

But no matter how hard it is, we should continue to unload it.

When Gu Qianxue unloaded all the places except the back, it was an hour later.

The whole person is just like boiled salted prawns, red.

"Dumb..." Just want to call dumb slave, but feel this name is really ugly, some disrespectful meaning, immediately changed a word, "Ya Ya, can you help me with my back?"

Dumb slave Leng for a moment, did not react out, "Ya Ya" is calling himself.

Then he woke up and danced with joy.

Although the dumb slave's strength was great, her hands were extremely light. Yan Rong cream, which was unloaded from her back for Gu Qianxue, was more comfortable than when she unloaded it herself.

No matter how comfortable, it still hurts.

After completely unloading, Gu Qianxue just wants to lie down.

The water in the tub was already turbid. The mute slave picked up the big tub and left easily. After leaving, he carefully locked the iron lock.

In fact, even if the dumb slave is not locked, Gu Qianxue has no strength to escape.

Half an hour later, the iron lock rings, and the dumb slave comes back with the bathtub.

Gu Qianxue got up suspiciously, "Ya Ya, do you want me to bathe?" Point to the tub.

Dumb slave likes his new name very much, nodded quickly, put down the bath barrel.

Qian Xue cried and mourned her face, "can't you wash it? I have a terrible pain all over

The dumb slave shook his head. Her eyes were full of worry and prayer. She pointed to the water and took out the fine white powder from a paper bag.

Wearing a sheet, Gu Qianxue got out of bed and leaned over to see, "is it salt?"

The dumb slave nodded.

Gu Qianxue sighed, "I didn't expect that I could meet such a good girl as you in this thief's nest. Are you worried about my skin being torn and infected, let me bathe and disinfect with salt water?"

The dumb slave nodded desperately.

Gu Qianxue warm heart, "thank you, I will not let you down." Said, threw the sheet, naked as a cooked shrimp like to go down the water.

"Oh It's killing me What salt on the wound

Under the water, Gu Qianxue is very painful.

Dumb slave is also worried, constantly comparing all kinds of gestures, although Qian Xue does not understand, but guess what he wants to say is "insist on, will be good in a while" and so on.

After a long time, Gu Qianxue finally picked up the last half of his life, climbed out of the salt water, jumped onto the bed and fell asleep.

Wake up again, it is painful to wake up.

This kind of pain is not the pain on the surface of the skin, but deep into the bone marrow.

Gu Qianxue knows that it is the poison of the underworld sect.

The room is still bright, because in the underground, there is no sunshine, all rely on the light, so there is no day and night.

There was no one in the room. Qianxue shrank in the quilt. The whistle was still hanging around her neck like a necklace. She took it and blew it.I waited for a long time, but there was no response.

The pain came and the whole body was covered with cold sweat.

At this time, her skin is still red from the distance, but close to her, you can see the small wounds on the white skin.

The cold sweat was salty, and the wound was salty again.

Gu Qianxue forced to support, once again ruthlessly blew the secret whistle.

Still, there was no response.

"Bad..." Gu Qianxue lies on the bed tired, panting, and cold in her heart - at this time, she does not know how many meters underground, and the fire hall is stone structure, the signal is not easy to send out.

"What should I do?" More terrible than pain is heartache.

After a long time of pain, she was in a coma. After coma, she woke up with pain until someone gently picked her up and filled her mouth with antidote. Then she was fed with water.

Reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the dumb slave, he closed his eyes and drank at ease.

In the heart of the dumb slave's thanks, added a pen.

At the same time, at another place.

East holy city is a very hidden house. All the guards are white skin, high nose and big eyes. This is the branch of XueYue tower in the East holy city.

Where there are people, there will be disputes; where there are disputes, there will be vendetta; where there is hatred, there will be blood moon tower.

"Lord, there is no signal. Our men are using secret sentries in every corner of the temple, but they still don't respond." Jueshang's voice was urgent. Although the master didn't show anything, the depressive atmosphere of the whole division showed that the master was in a bad mood.

Lu weilou did not speak, but squeezed the pure black purse tightly.

The purse is made of fine brocade material. It is long and has no flowers and plants. It only shows a few lines. It is elegant but also has a kind of masculinity.

There is a piece of paper in the purse. There are poems on the paper. Specifically, it is abusive poetry.

Jueshang saw that the Lord didn't speak. After waiting for a while, he added cautiously, "master, subordinates think The people of the underworld sect are afraid to transfer Princess Qianxue away? "

Finally, Lu weilou said, "extend the search scope to the whole city No, expand the whole state of Chuyan. When the order goes on, the blood moon building will suspend all the tasks in his hand except for the task he is performing, and hurry to Chu Yan state. "