Chapter 4617

Zhuang Qingyun leaned over and picked up the silver hairpin that had fallen from the ground, only to feel a strange fragrance coming to his nostrils. He handed the silver hairpin to the witch doctor standing behind him, covered his breath and asked, "What is this smell?"

"Drugs can make people have hallucinations, and it can also make men have..." The witch doctor stammered: "At first, I thought it was the fragrance of flowers on a woman's body. If a man smells it too much, he will feel hot all over... ...."

Zhuang Qingyun put his hands behind his back, feeling disgusted and filthy, and said impatiently: "This thing belongs to the saint, let it be used by the saint.

Also, if the saint accidentally kills herself, she will be buried with your dog's head. "

The witch doctor was too frightened to speak, but Zhuang Qingyun didn't stop there: "Call everyone out and interrogate them one by one. I want to know who contacted her, who was bewitched by her, and who made her released..."

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Qin Wuyan hurried back to the bedroom, the cold wind blowing all the way, suppressing the heat in his body, but when he arrived in the bedroom, the charcoal basin inside was burning hot, and the blood all over his body began to boil uncontrollably .

Qin Wuyan could faintly smell that strange fragrance again in his nostrils, he only felt that he was dirty, and the smell of blood was faintly visible.

Qin Wuyan hurriedly went to the ear room, took off his clothes, immersed himself in the ice water, looked at the white jacket floating on the water, the shoulder was pierced, and it was stained with a palm-sized bloodstain.

Qin Wuyan gently scrubbed in the ice water, trying to clean the shirt, but despite being extremely careful, the seams of the sleeves and shoulders were still under the trend of force, and the lines were broken and torn. a big hole.

This is the last set of middle clothes that Zhuang Xiaoyu sewed for him during his lifetime. The white cotton material has been washed yellow by him. The material is very good, but the stitches are rough and the workmanship is not at all fine. You can tell at a glance that the clothes were made by the people who made them. Women are not good at needlework...

Qin Wuyan looked at the sleeve that he accidentally tore off, full of frustration and annoyance.

After the dry heat in his body dissipated, Qin Wuyan came out of the water, dried himself, washed off the blood stains on his clothes, and then returned to the bedroom, put his middle clothes on the shelf of the brazier, and smoked them dry moisture.

With his upper body bare, he rummaged through the box to find the clothes that Zhuang Xiaoyu had arranged for him by himself, but at the bottom of the cabinet, he saw the semi-finished tunic that was only half sewn in the bamboo basket.

Qin Wuyan looked at the unsewn rags, and couldn't help feeling sad: Ever since she was born with him, she didn't even bother to make a piece of clothes for him.

For such a long time, even a set of underwear was not finished for him.

Qin Wuyan sat under the lamp, picked up the needle and thread, and threaded the needle and thread on the half-finished suit. After sewing the remaining half, he put it on carefully before returning to the bed.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying on the inner side of the bed as before, with a peaceful expression and indifferent.

The candles flickered, and the lights were dim.

Qin Wuyan was lying beside Zhuang Xiaoyu, his smooth fingertips soaked in the medicine touched Zhuang Xiaoyu's cold cheeks, couldn't help holding her in his arms, and sighed heavily: "Xiao Yu, don't give birth to me again. I'm angry, can you respond to me?

As long as you wake up and respond to me, even if it means making me a cow or a horse, I will be willing and willing to do so.

Don't ignore me, okay? "

There was a hint of nasality in the man's voice, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "Xiao Yu, how long will you torture me like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."