Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 687 Dancing Princess vs Admiral Dongchang 52

Without thinking, Quan Jiu changed her direction, stuffed two pills into her mouth, and chewed them quickly. She knelt beside Shen Lang, lowered her head and took his cool lips into her mouth.

Shen San's pupils trembled slightly, and his first reaction was to block the two of them with his body, but how could he block two such big living people if he wanted to?!

Quan Jiu knew that everyone around her was looking at her, and they knew how shocked they were without even thinking about it, but she had no time to care about it and was concentrating on dealing with the man in front of her.

In a daze, Shen Lang felt a touch of coolness. He pressed his jaw hard, trying to catch the coolness, but the next second, a bitter taste filled the air.

He could frown, but there was a gentle touch between his eyebrows.

"Be good, swallow it all..."

Perhaps the voice was too gentle, and he instinctively followed her instructions. After swallowing, his vision went dark, and his consciousness completely fell into chaos.

………

"Who sent you?"

Quan Jiu was sitting in the interrogation room of Dongchang. His clothes were still the same as when he was assassinated. There were scattered blood stains everywhere on the corners of his clothes. He didn't know whose blood it was.

The man who was tied to the rack remained silent. The poison hidden in his mouth had been taken away by her long ago, and he could not even die.

"Don't want to say?"

Quan Jiu lowered his head to play with the dagger in his hand, and suddenly laughed softly. The laughter was not loud, but it was very penetrating. The ethereal laughter seemed strange in the quiet interrogation room.

Quan Jiu's pupils were stained with black. She walked up to the assassin without haste, lifted his chin with the dagger, and patted his face hard with the back of the knife that glowed coldly. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, half-smiling, The tone is also gentler than before:

"I just like tough talk."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly shot up, and she pried the dagger open between her teeth and inserted it into the assassin's mouth. The assassin was unprepared, and all the soft flesh in his mouth touched the tip of the knife, and traces of bright red blood snaked down the corners of his mouth... …

Quan Jiu exerted slight force on his wrist, and the dagger rotated 360 degrees in his mouth. A suppressed scream suddenly sounded, and before it could expand, it suddenly disappeared.

Quan Jiu closed his mouth forcefully, and the man could only whimper quietly, unable to even scream loudly.

"Do you want me to go in and take a look again?"

Quan Jiu looked at the red dagger and smiled again.

The assassin could only swallow with a "Uh-huh" sound. His tongue and mouth were extensively damaged, and the pain made it impossible for him to speak normally.

Quan Jiu listened for a while, nodded to himself and said:

"I understand, but I still don't want to say it."

The assassin burst into tears in despair, shook his head wildly, struggled all over his body, and the handcuffs hit the torture rack, making a bang-bang-bang sound.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to say it!

But he couldn’t speak at all!!

Quan Jiu: "Since you don't want to say it, there's no point keeping your tongue."

She slowly stretched out the dagger, blood splashed out, and soon the man in the room fainted from the pain.

This uncompromising method made Shen San, who had interrogated many prisoners, feel a chill in his heart. He watched Quan Jiu walk towards the other two assassins.

Quan Jiu's expression was calm, even with a bit of naughty childishness:

"He's fainted. You two, don't be so inexperienced like him."

A simple sentence made the remaining two assassins feel cold all over.

How could she not know that the assassin just now didn't want to say it, but couldn't?

She clearly knew that she stabbed the dagger into his mouth, which only proved that at that time, she decided not to survive.

The two people who were originally locked in words showed a look of relief: "I said, I will say anything..."

Quan Jiu did not show the satisfied look he imagined:

"Let's do this, you two say at the same time, whoever provides more clues will be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Her unexpected heartlessness left only one chance to survive.

On the edge of life, people often burst out with a strong desire to survive. Without waiting for Quan Jiu to greet him, the two assassins rushed to speak.

Quan Jiu was not interested in the confession process and looked at Shen San:

"Please sort out their confessions and give me another copy."

Everyone thought Quan Jiu was leaving, but she took a detour to the pond and put her bloody hands into the pond.

After making sure his hands were clean, Quan Jiu stood up and walked out of the interrogation room door.

Outside the interrogation room, Naituanzi looked at her worriedly:

"Don't be sad. I asked the imperial doctor and he is fine."

Quan Jiu patted his head, his eyes no longer had a cold smile and became calm:

"I'm not sad. I'm also a doctor. I know he's fine."

She snatched Shen Lang's life back from the Palace of Hell.

Naituanzi breathed a sigh of relief and took a step forward, wanting to hug her thigh.

Quan Jiu took a step back and distanced himself:

"My body is covered in blood and dirt."

Naitanzi has put on new clean clothes.

"Not dirty."

The tip of Nai Tuanzi's nose moved slightly, not letting her hide. He stubbornly stepped forward and hugged her waist.

"I just want to hug you."

He thought he was going to die again.

Although he has died countless times, he still doesn't like death, not because he is afraid of death itself, but because he is not sure how long it will take to see her next time after this death.

He hated any uncertainty about meeting her.

…

When Shen Lang woke up, his limbs were heavy and his whole body ached, as if he had been in a group fight.

He frowned slightly and tried to sit up, but his limbs refused to obey his command.

"You have just eliminated the toxins, so fatigue is normal. You will be fine in two days."

The voice in his ears was clear and childish, and Shen Lang knew who was next to the bed without opening his eyes.

"Where is she?"

Didn't see anyone I expected.

Nai Tuanzi sat by the bed, holding a bowl of dark medicine:

"She is making medicine for you. She said that someone else cooked it, so she doesn't trust it."

Shen Lang was stunned for a moment and lowered his eyes, making it difficult to see the look in his eyes.

Naituanzi scooped up a spoonful of medicine, put it to her mouth and blew on it.

"Ah, open your mouth~"

Shen Lang's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he stared at the little kid in front of him, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

Naituanzi saw that he was not cooperating, so she patiently reasoned with him:

"I don't want to take care of you either, but she has to boil medicine for you and track down the murderer. It's really tiring. You're so delicate and will put a burden on her."

She is so squeamish that she even needs to be coaxed into taking medicine.

The man who inexplicably became Shen Jiaojiao was speechless and raised his voice:

"I'm squeamish?!"

Some people called him sinister, cunning, and vicious; they called him extinct and deserved to go to the eighteenth level of hell, but no one ever called him cowardly!!

Naituanzi looked thoughtful, like a little adult:

"It is better for men to have the courage to bear the truth."

Shen Lang: "......"

It's really like a tiger being bullied by a dog.

Naituanzi: "Open your mouth and I'll feed you."

He was lying in bed and couldn't take care of himself, and he was feeding him. It's not like Naitanzi had never thought about such a scene, but the background was in a nursing home.

Shen Lang didn't allow himself to be given medicine by a little kid. He spent a lot of effort and sat up sweating profusely:

"I'll do it myself."

(End of chapter)