Chapter 512

It's no wonder that afar said that this time the situation is urgent. Looking at the current situation, the son of the world has been killed by the traverser. She wants to help him counter attack... It's impossible to think about it!

However, the only thing that makes Tang Xiaotang feel lucky is that this time she is directly attached to the son of the world. Although his rules of protection has been very few, but as long as there is a trace in, it is enough for her not to be found by the rules of the world.

So she can do a lot of things.

For example, to complete the mission instead of him, Tang Xiaotang's spiritual strength is far better than these human beings. As long as she wants, it's very easy for her to squeeze out a soul and occupy her body, especially when the soul is still very weak.

Due to the change of history, Qi Xuan has not been well trained, and most of the things he did before that can increase his merits have been robbed by Qi Che, which greatly weakens his soul protection, and his body is now in a very weak state. Let alone Tang Xiaotang, any normal soul can occupy his body now Body.

But now with Tang Xiaotang, she won't let other souls occupy the body, and she doesn't intend to do anything instead of Qi Xuan. No matter for reward or for task, she must make Qi Xuan grow up to be a suitable Regent.

But at present, it seems that it is still very far away. The most urgent task now is to recuperate his body which will be out of breath at any time. Otherwise, Qi Xuan will die before she does anything. Isn't it a waste of time?

It was already the next afternoon when Qi Xuan opened his eyes again.

It was still the old hut. He was lying on the wooden bed. Everything seemed to be the same as before, but he felt there was something different.

Is he... Not dead yet?

The setting sun outside the house sprinkles on the house through the broken window lattice. He subconsciously looks up at the light spot on the ground. The scenes before yesterday's coma appear one by one in front of his eyes. It seems that he hears a strange voice claiming to be his patron saint...

is it an illusion... How can anyone come to such a place?

Wake up, Qi Ziqian. Do you think you are still the superior son? Now let alone the servant girls, even the most humble clerks in the palace are not willing to come here, so everything is just your illusion before you die.

With a smile of self mockery, he raised his head slightly, but his sight was frozen instantly.

He saw a bowl on the window frame, which had fallen half way.

If it's a broken bowl, it's nothing. The servants who deliver food to him come every three days. Every time they deliver food, it's leftovers, just to keep him from starving to death...

but it's a brand new red porcelain bowl with dragons and phoenixes painted on the outside. Even if he doesn't know the current situation in the mansion, he knows that it's definitely the object used in the wedding, It's impossible to send it to him.

Why is it here?

After several thoughts in his mind, he seemed to understand something in an instant. With a bitter smile, he felt pain in his heart.

He has come to such a field. Is he still unwilling to let it go? They were born of the same root. Why are they so forced?

Disheartened, Qi Xuan even thought that he might as well solve the problem himself. What's the point of living with such humiliation?

"I brought the bowl."

Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly appeared in his ear. Her tone was very calm, but it made Qi xuanru as stiff as lightning.

He looked around in a panic. Where did the voice come from just now? Can't that man let him go, or even send a killer?

He didn't find that he had been able to move, completely different from yesterday's weakness. In addition to desolation, the bottom of my heart also gave birth to a kind of irony. I'm really... Unwilling!

"You think too much. I'm not a killer."

At this time, the voice sounded again. This time, he heard it clearly. It was the voice that appeared in the coma last night.

"Who are you?" Although it was an era of divine authority, Qi Xuan, as a ruling class, was educated to be free from ghosts and gods since he was a child. He did not believe in the so-called patron saint.

"As I said, my Lord is your patron saint." Tang Xiaotang yawned. Last night, he fainted and had a good sleep. She was hungry and miserable. In the first half of the night, she could barely use her mental energy to improve her physical condition. In the second half of the night, she was so hungry that she had to steal something from the map.

Fortunately, it was qiche who got married last night, so the house was in chaos. She easily stole a bowl of meat from the kitchen. This is probably the first meat that Qi Xuan has eaten in such a long time. After eating it, Tang Xiaotang obviously feels that his physical strength has recovered a lot, and his whole body is not so weak.

Later, she used Qi Xuan's body to get some traditional Chinese medicine from the pharmacy in the mansion, because she found that Qi Xuan's body was weak and his martial arts were lost for no reason, because he was poisoned by a very secret poison.This kind of poison lurks in his meridians, blocking the meridians, making his internal power gradually lose, gradually become weak, and finally completely paralyzed until he dies.

If Tang Xiaotang didn't find the abnormality when he used his mental power to dredge his body, he probably didn't know he was poisoned.

However, although the poison is terrible, it's not easy to get. First of all, it needs a lot of expensive drugs to make. Secondly, the production process is quite complicated. So who is responsible for the poisoning? Tang Xiaotang is not sure. It may be Qi Che or Qi Di.

Of course, in order to completely detoxify, it is impossible to use the herbal medicine she stole. Tang Xiaotang just configured a simple marrow washing pill to discharge part of the toxin.

After this action, she didn't sleep all day. As soon as she arrived in the world, she consumed a lot of mental energy. Even Tang Xiaotang couldn't bear to eat it. Just after a short rest, she was awakened by his strange ideas. She didn't want to make a sound, but she found that the son of the world seemed to have the sentimentality of a literary youth. She was really afraid that he would think about it I can't think of it. One accidentally committed suicide.

When he committed suicide, it didn't matter. Her efforts were in vain. In order not to waste her energy, she had to say, "that bowl is from me."

"Where are you?" He didn't understand. He could hear her voice, but he couldn't see where she was.

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