Mo Siyu propped his chin, picked up the teacup, shook the tea in it, but didn't drink it: "Since the first time we met, Mr. Aoki has been very hostile to me, why?

After all, I am also your savior, Mr. Aoki. "

Hearing this, Aoki seemed to have heard a big joke. Across a long table, he suddenly approached Mo Siyu and lowered his voice: "Do you think your true identity is important? Do you think your medical skills are important? You don't care No matter how important it was, it couldn't compare to the position of the priest's wife in the heart of the high priest.

I hope that one day your final destination will be as I wish. "

In Aoki's hoarse voice, there was a piercing coldness.

Chu Chuyan patted Aoki's shoulder with a palm, pushed Aoki away, and pulled Mo Siyu up: "Mo'er, let's go, don't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person."

Mo Siyu stood up according to his words, and took a deep look at Aoki: "I also hope that Mr. Aoki's final destination will be as I wish."

The two turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard together.

Aoki stared coldly at the backs of the two leaving, his whole body was full of blood, and he swept the teapot on the table to the ground.

Before he left, the high priest asked these two people to show off in front of him, what's the matter?

Is this intended to drive him out of the priest's mansion as soon as possible?

He didn't see the light of day, kept his name incognito, spent so many years in the priest's mansion silently, paid so much, and was trampled under the feet of the yellow-haired girl who had been in the mansion for less than two days?

The wound patted by Chu Chuyan was in severe pain, Aoki bowed his head and found that the snow-white clothes were already soaked with blood.



Coming out of Qingmu's courtyard gate, passing by the place enclosed by the wall, Mo Siyu stayed for a while, the fragrance of flowers was overwhelming, and the medicinal materials exuded various smells, but the bloody smell mixed inside was still faintly visible, and the cry was low and shrill, Blowing along the wind, it was like the howling of a ghost in hell.

"This place is really weird." Mo Siyu had just stood outside the courtyard wall for a while, when the guards came over to let them leave.

Seeing this, Chu Chuyan took her hand and walked towards the library: "One day, you will know about this place."

"Have you found out yet?" Mo Siyu changed the subject: "Is that person Aoki last night?"

"Yes." Chu Chuyan smiled coldly, "When he first twisted the teapot, I didn't notice anything, but when he approached you, I could smell the blood on his body.

Taking advantage of the situation, I slapped him on the shoulder. It didn't seem to have much force, but the force on my entire palm was even.

If I hadn't been blind for a while, I wouldn't have noticed anything, but because I was blind for a while, my ears were sharper than before, and when I touched things, I was more subtle than before.

His shoulder was obviously bound with cotton cloth, and the wound was on the shoulder you stabbed last night..."

Aoki is very smart, but sometimes, his cleverness is misunderstood by his cleverness.

Mo Siyu's brows also relaxed: "When he approached me, he thought that medicine powder could cover up the smell of blood on his body, but he didn't know that my nose could distinguish more than ten kinds of floral scents mixed together at the same time.

The bloody smell hidden on his body did come from his shoulders. When he twisted the teapot, I also saw his hands, which were covered with a layer of human skin again.

If he used force, the veins on the back of his hand would protrude a little bit, and the phalanges would turn white, but the back of his hand and phalanges did not change in color..."