The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

A little conscience still thinks about my mother's money all day long, so I quickly eat this medicine pill."

Song shi handed the elixir to Song Boxue's mouth as if holding a treasure, her eyes full of relief.

Song Boxue took the medicine pill over, and the scene of the original owner taking the medicine pill flashed in his mind, as if it was the night he passed through.

Something strange flashed in her heart, but she couldn't grasp the slightest clue.

"What medicine is this?"

Song shi smiled inexplicably: "Didn't I tell you, it's the magic medicine to keep your officials prosperous."

Song Boxue frowned and asked, "Where did this medicine come from?"

She seems to have missed something crucial, and her intuition is related to this so-called magic medicine.

Seeing her frowning, Song poked her forehead again: "This is only three magic medicines left in the world, my mother asked you for two, know who ate the other one Is it? It's Master Zhou. He used to be the groom of the county government. It was because he took the magic medicine that he got the appreciation of the previous county magistrate and became a master.

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Song Boxue's face gradually cracked, what kind of feudal superstition is this?

"Master Zhou gave it to you?"

"His mother-in-law gave it to me. I want you to reuse it, Master Zhou. Hurry up and eat it. I'm sleepy, and I can't hurt you. Remember to eat it before going to bed." Song Shi yawned and turned away.

Song Boxue looked at the medicine pill in her hand, sniffed it in front of her nose, and then her expression froze, there was something wrong with the medicine.

Alpha is not only physically and mentally stronger than ordinary people, but also has an exceptionally developed sense of smell.

She smelled a hint of bitter almonds on the medicine pill, and the poison that can kill people suddenly flashed in her mind.

She pushed open the door and looked at Song's back as she walked out of the courtyard door. Song should not harm the original owner, but not others.

Song Boxue carefully recalled the memory of the original owner, and she said that she seemed to have overlooked something important, and that was why she passed through, in other words, why the original owner died.

In the original book, the original owner lived until the heroine came back to take revenge. Is it because he passed through that caused the plot to change?

Who was the one who attacked the original owner? Master Zhou?

But for now, let's find out if there is any problem with this medicine pill.

Song Boxue pondered for a moment, and went out with the medicine pill.

"Dong dong dong..." There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Jiang Fanyin was about to blow out the candle when she heard a knock on the door, and a figure was projected on the door and window.

"Who?"

"Sister Jiang, it's me." Song Boxue's voice sounded outside the door.

Jiang Fanyin put on her clothes, paused and hid the dagger in her sleeve before coming to the door: "What's the matter so late?"

"I want to confirm something with you. If it's inconvenient for you, I can talk about it tomorrow." It's really not a good idea to find a female lead.

She was about to leave when the door opened.

Jiang Fanyin turned sideways: "Come in."

"Sister Jiang, you are good at medicine, can you help me see if there is any problem with this medicine?"

Song Boxue took out the medicinal pill and handed it to Jiang Fanyin.

Candlelight.

Jiang Fanyin sat at the front of the table and studied the medicinal herbs, the buns **** during the day were loosely loose behind her shoulders, her clear eyes focused on the medicinal herbs in her hand, her skin was as white as There was a faint red mark on Snow's neck.

Song Boxue faintly smelled the faint fragrance of black tea, and the glands behind her ears throbbed uncontrollably.

A shadow was cast over his head, Jiang Fanyin noticed the approach of the person behind him, and said lightly: "I'll scrape a little powder and take a look, you can wait a moment."

Speaking, she took out the dagger from her sleeve and carefully scraped the medicine pill.

The dagger glowed with a cold light under the candlelight, and Song Boxue's eyes flashed with clarity.

She slammed behind her ears and took two steps back.

Even if the person in front of her is not an Omega, the fragrance on her body made her on the verge of losing control several times.

She seems to be easily induced by Jiang Fanyin into a fever period. If it is in modern times, Jiang Fanyin's pheromone must fit her amazingly, Song Boxue thought absentmindedly.

Jiang Fanyin looked at the powder on the dagger seriously, unaware that the shadow on his head was cast again.

There was a fresh lemon fragrance in the room at some point, and it was fresh and strong.

Suddenly, the long hair on her shoulders was gently lifted up, Jiang Fanyin's body froze, and the next moment, the back of her neck felt cold, soft and wet.

The dull exhalation sound fell on the side of the ear, short, fast, and fiery.

Jiang Fanyin's hand holding the dagger trembled, and the powder on it was scattered.

She pursed her lips, turned around and stood up to retreat, but fell into a tight embrace.

"Song Boxue--"

Jiang Fanyin exclaimed, and her chin was raised rudely.

Song Boxue lowered her head and bit her throat lightly, then let go and licked it lightly.

This person is sick... Jiang Fanyin clenched the dagger in his hand, trembling slightly, hesitating.

In the end, she felt inexplicably soft, and the dagger fell to the ground.

The runaway Alpha clasped her hands behind her.

"Song Boxue--"

Song Boxue tore off Jiang Fanyin's belt, tied her wrists behind her back with the belt, and pressed the person on the table.

"Sister Jiang, I'm so thirsty—" The voice was hoarse and soft, with a trace of inexplicable pity.

Jiang Fanyin looked at the blankness and eagerness in Song Boxue's eyes, and for a moment forgot to struggle.

She knew that this person was sick, she said that she would help Song Boxue, and she also imagined that she would encounter such a scene...

As she relaxes...

Song Boxue half picked up the person in his arms and turned him around.

"Sister Jiang, I'm so thirsty, let me mark you okay..."

She closed her eyes and bit on the attractive back of the neck, and the pheromone between her teeth poured out uncontrollably.

Tag?

Jiang Fanyin was stunned for a moment because of the unfamiliar vocabulary, and then she felt a pain in the back of her neck, as if a gust of breeze blew into her body, which was icy and hot, almost making her sanity collapsed .

"Song--Bo Xue..."

With a low cry, Song Boxue, who had already received some comfort, regained her senses.

She raised her head and let go of her hand, marking interrupted.

Song Boxue suddenly felt nervous: "Sister Jiang..."

Jiang Fanyin was silent, just staring at her.

Suddenly, a drop of crystal tears rolled silently, poignant and helpless.

Song Boxue stared blankly at Jiang Fanyin's tears, and when she realized what she had done, her heart was in chaos.

She almost marked the heroine!

"What have you done to me?" Jiang Fanyin only felt her whole body soften, and her body was full of indescribable feelings.

Song Boxue rationalized his thoughts and said in a low voice, "I bit your neck, do you want to bandage it?"

She was glad that the marking was interrupted. If she didn't wake up at the critical moment, she would have marked the heroine...

However, Jiang Fanyin is not an Omega, and has no glands. Even if it is not interrupted, it cannot be successfully marked, right?

I don't know why, there is a trace of panic in my heart...

Jiang Fanyin shook hands, seeing that she seemed to have completely recovered, and said coldly, "Untie."

Song Boxue walked over silently to untie it, no matter whether Jiang Fanyin could be marked or not, the marking just now was interrupted, it was good that there was no big mistake.

Otherwise, she really doesn't know what to do. If she can mark it, the hostess may not be willing to hold her responsible.

Jiang Fanyin glanced at Song Boxue, who seemed to be well-behaved, and her heart was complicated.

She wiped her neck with a handkerchief, which was stained with light blood.

Seeing this, Song Boxue calmly said, "I really don't have any bad thoughts about you.

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Song Boxue: I'm just sick and a little thirsty...