Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

The host was brought to the hall by Mohan. He curled up on the ground, looking weak and weak, and some red rashes gradually appeared on his body.

When Bei Muqing and Zhong Liye both walked out, the man's hands had already begun to scratch the rash on his body.

"Is it hard?" Bei Muqing said and wanted to walk over, but Zhong Liye held her arm.

She turned around, and Zhong Liye was looking at her with a frown. Bei Muqing reached out and patted Zhong Liye's hand, indicating that it was okay, and walked towards the owner of the first floor.

"You, you guys." He wanted to say something, but the words never came out smoothly. The strange itch coming from his body made him unintentional to worry about anything else.

"What? I never thought you would have such a day, right?" Bei Muqing looked at him with a cheerful smile, and the look of that smile made people gnash their teeth with hatred.

He didn't speak, just looked at her like this, his hands uncontrollably scratching the rash on his body with more force.

"Is it itchy?" She still looked the same.

The man looked at it, wishing to cut the woman in front of him into pieces, and when he thought about it, he really wanted to do it. He wanted to hit Bei Muqing with his hands, but as soon as he made a move, he felt

Something is wrong.

"Don't think about taking action anymore. Although I don't know what kind of medicine this is, it should be able to make you feel weak gradually."

"You, you witch." He looked at her fiercely.

"Demon girl?" Bei Muqing raised her eyebrows: "This is a good title."

He stopped talking, panting heavily and looking at Bei Muqing, while his hands were grabbing all over his body very quickly, with such force that he could even vaguely see the broken skin.

Bei Muqing looked at it and frowned vaguely: "The girl Mu Qing who assassinated Jieyulou that day was also from your first floor, right? I heard that you are the one who talks about the business on the first floor, as long as you say who it is

If you want to pay to assassinate Mu Qing, I will give you the antidote." This is considered today.

Although the second thing that happened that day was never mentioned, Bei Muqing was really curious. In this place, she basically stayed at the front door every day, so why would someone go to such lengths to get her?

Life? Has she ever offended anyone unintentionally?

"Want to know? In the next life! Hahahahaha."

Bei Muqing looked at him and was not in a hurry: "Are you sure you don't want to say anything?"

"The first floor will never betray a customer." When he said betrayal, his eyes were still on Mu Qi. Mu Qi lowered his eyes, squinted his lips, and said nothing.

"You don't have to look at him, he's not from your first floor." Beimu Qing knew who he was looking at without even looking.

"Without the First Floor, he was able to live to such a big age and raise such a scoundrel. I admit it. As for you, what do you want to know from me? Don't even think about it!" As he spoke, he kept saying it.

He never stopped scratching his face, which was already somewhat unrecognizable. Bei Muqing looked at it and stood up without saying anything.

"I don't want to know anything now. Whatever he has done, there will always be clues left behind. And you can go to hell holding this secret that you think is a secret." She stood and looked at it from a distance.

She looked at his scratched and frightened face, but his expression did not change.

Zhong Liye looked at Bei Muqing. She had always given a gentle impression. Now that these words came out of her mouth, with a slightly cold look on her face, Zhongliye suddenly felt that the gentle and lazy Bei Muqing before was not the same.

The most authentic Beimu Qing.