The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate

Chapter 28 Meat Dungeon

The dungeon was very cold, and Qing Qiao was only wearing a thin skirt in summer, and couldn't help shivering.

"Brother Lao—" She leaned her head out and called the jailer at the door softly. "Can you help me find a thicker piece of clothes? It's too cold here."

With a few calls, the jailer just turned her fart and turned a deaf ear.

Feeling hopeless, Qing Qiao sighed and sat back on the stone bed.

Looking at the pile of black quilts, he cruelly rolled it out and wrapped it around him. The smell of musty smell came from all over the place, and she tolerated nausea and covered her nose to minimize breathing.

After being wrapped for a moment, I still felt cold, so I lumped myself into a corner and crouched quietly in the corner.

Suddenly she noticed something was creeping on her back, and arched her body.

With a flash of white light in her head, she moved away from her conditional reflexes, and saw a big, dark, fat mouse crawling out from behind her, squealing and crawling past her feet.

"Ah-" She screamed and immediately jumped out of bed, hurried to the prison door for help: "Please, please change my cell, there are mice on this bed!"

"——What's weird about mice?" The jailer gave her a white look. "It's your luck without a snake!"

Qing Qiao's face suddenly faded.

"Go and stay inside!" The jailer was impatient, and struck her hand on the iron pillar with a stiff sword hilt. "You still want special treatment for a prisoner?"

It was really painful, Qing Qiaozhen let go of his hand, and flung back to jail in despair.

The bed is afraid to sleep, but is it going to sleep on this cold floor tonight? Aren't there more snake and rat ants?

After thinking about it, she gritted her teeth and took off the quilt wrapped around her, twisted it into a bed.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

She started pounding **** the straw mat, and then, again and again, used the power of feeding.

Several rats, several Xiaoqiang, and unknown creatures were drilled out one after another in the straw.

She repeated the banging until she was sure that there would be no more out of the straw, and she finally stopped and fell to the bed softly.

Smelling the musty smell and stench of the room, she couldn't help thinking of the room in her own house.

The one-meter-eight bed, a soft and thick mattress, and a sun-filled duvet.

When it's cold, my dad will lay down an electric blanket for her in advance and put a foot warmer.

If she doesn't want to get up in the morning, her mother will lift her quilt with a smile: "Da Tianbailiang, urge the pig to get up!"

Not feeling sore.

She also remembered the Chinese class that year, and the teacher talked about a revolutionary hero of Jie Tongdong, emphasizing that they would never bow their heads under torture.

"Ah, if I was born in the revolutionary era, I must have been the first to surrender."

She was really creepy at that time, so she confessed to the same table.

But now, she was not sentenced to death at all.

Alas, this ghost world doesn't work if you want to be a bear.

She sighed and grinned at herself.

With a touch of his face, his hands were wet, and a clear stream of springs came out, shining brightly.

I slept for a while, and suddenly I heard a faint noise in the door.

"Du Chunjiao, someone came to see you!"

The jail door opened, and the jailer pushed a petite body with impatience on his face: "Speak fast, let fast fart!"

The man almost fell over and turned around and nodded thankfully to the jailer, and when he looked back at Qing Qiao, he knelt on the ground with a bang.

"Miss!" She looked up, her face full of tears, "Miss, slavery is late!"

Qing Qiao stared at this familiar face and couldn't help shaking his voice: "... Winter, Dongxi?"

The figure on the ground nodded, as if trying to bear tears.

"Ahem." Qing Qiao couldn't help but reach for her, "Get up and talk, what do you do on your knees?"

The words didn't end, Dong Xi had rushed forward and hugged her tone of sorrow. "Miss, how can they treat you like this? You are the treasure of Shangshufu!"

Qing Qiao waved her hands and gently wiped the tears from her eyes: "Don't mention this, you tell me first, how did you get in?"

Dongxi grabbed her hand and choked awkwardly: "Yes, it's Mr. Qi who asked the slave to come and see you." As she said, she was about to start crying again and again: "Miss, what did you do wrong? They Why are you arrested? "

"This ... I don't know." Qing Qiao shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I was wrong on the top, then I was wrong."

"——Miss, don't worry! The slave will immediately tell the master to rescue you!" Dongxi anxiously, panic, "The master is so capable, the officer is big, there must be a way ..."

With a flash of light in his eyes, Qing Qiao grasped her hand tightly: "You mean, my dad doesn't know what I've been locked up in yet?"

Dong Xi bit her lip with difficulty: "... Mr. Qi said, all news about the lady was blocked from the outside world."

Her heart sank suddenly, she understood that this time Duan Yu did not intend to give her a life!

She closed her eyes and thought for a long time, and she turned her head and said, "Dongxi, listen to Miss—you go back and tell the master, if you can save me, it is good, if you can't save it ..." Laugh, "I would never blame him. If I have a chance in the future, you must take good care of the master and advise him to return to the countryside as soon as possible. This officialdom, don't stay."

In the future, even if Duan Yuru wishes to get rid of her, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not question Gu Shangshu, but it is better to persuade his father to live in seclusion as soon as possible.

Dong Xi wiped her tears aside, she was already crying.

"Crying, crying." She lifted up her spirits and comforted her. "I'll be fine. The Ji people have their own heavens. Your lady, I ... are goddesses."

Winter Magpie looked up, her eyes blurred.

She smiled a little — alas, I am indeed a goddess, a daughter of neurosis.

"Did you forget the predictions of those warlocks in those years? Miss, my life was very hard!" She reminded Dongxi.

"... really, really goddess?" Dongxi cried out of breath and asked.

"Yes, absolutely goddess!" Qing Qiao said firmly. "It's still the Virgin!"

So Dongxi calmed down a bit, and her crying was much lower.

Tell Dongxi something more and tell her to be careful and finally send her away.

Qing Qiao leaned against the wall and sighed deeply.

Death is not terrible. What is terrible is waiting for the eve of death.

In any case, it seems that his fate with this world is to be exhausted, and unfortunately he has not found the emperor. I don't know if I die this time, will I wear it again after death?

She touched the silver bracelet on her hand and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid it will cause you to be ashes."

But when the silver bracelet flashed white, she was surprised, and only heard the door creak open again.

Mr. Qi came in this time.

Looking at the thin girl's cheeks in front of her eyes, her eyes were red and swollen. He expected the girl to have been crying all night, and she felt more pity.

"Ajo, how are you?" He reached out to Qingqiao with a hoarse voice.

When Qing Qiao saw his loving-kindness, somehow he shed tears before he said: "... Mr. Qi ..."

Mr. Qi picked her up from the ground, and gently stroked her hair: "Aqiao obediently, you are suffering."

Qing Qiao was on his chest, only to feel the indescribable warmth, just like his father's arms: "Mr. Qi, save me! I don't know if I am an orphan of the border herdsman, and there is no illusion of rebellion ... ... "

Mr. Qi sighed, his voice was painful: "A Qiao, since you have no heart against the sky, why should you spend all your effort to collect the four spirits?"

"I didn't ..." Qing Qiao looked up to explain, but unexpectedly saw the burning light in Mr. Qi's eyes.

Who is he? Now that MasterCard is famous all over the world, I'm afraid he doesn't know less than Duan Yu.

"Mr. Qi, in fact I ..." She groaned for a while, thinking that she might as well confide it, believe it or not, at least for a moment, maybe there will be a life turn in the future, "Actually I wear ..."

She raised her face again after gritting her teeth, but turned pale in an instant.

——At the door of the prison, the gorgeous figure in a purple robe was staring at them quietly, with a specious smile.

"What to wear?" Mr. Qi immersed in the sentimental atmosphere without realizing it, only anxiously asking the next sentence.

"Wear ... Wear ... Wear ..." Qing Qiao's head fluttered, and his brain began to spin quickly.

"Cross my hands through your black hair?"

"what?"

"Pangolins love ants?"

"Ok?"

"Andrographis paniculata is a good medicine for clearing heat and detoxifying?"

"Oh?"

"Ajo, what are you trying to say?" Mr. Qi pressed his forehead, and three blue muscles burst into his forehead.

"Aha, aha, aha!" Bathed in the distant "kill to death" vision, Qing Qiao only felt that goosebumps scrambled one after another, "wearing ... wearing ..."

"——It's so cold in the hallway! Isn't it?" She suddenly opened her eyes.

"Mr. Qi will help me adjust my cell, it will freeze me!"

Mr. Qi looked at her for a while and suddenly realized it came over. She patted her shoulder and smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll let you get a little windier."

Qing Qiao's face suddenly collapsed: "Can you change to a windless one?"

Mr. Qi couldn't help laughing, but someone behind him said lazily: "No wind can't bear waves-I said Mr. Qi, how can you arrange the prisoners in the king's cell without permission?"

A touch of cynicism, with a hint of imperceptible taunt.

With a bitter smile, Mr. Qi shook his head at Qing Qiao and motioned her not to be nervous.

"Master!" He turned his head and whispered, "I'm just here to visit the daughter of the deceased, nothing else!"

"... It's not the best." Duan Yu leaned against the door frame and began to speak slowly and unpredictably. "Mr. Qi should remember that the imprisonment is imprisoned in the imperial court. Grandpa Guo should not be confused for a while, and do something. ** Things are good! "

Mr. Qi glinted a little shimmer in his eyes, and lowered his eyelids, saying tepidly: "Master, Mr. Qi has his own right."

Duan Yu didn't appreciate it. He just stood by the door and looked at them, so he calmly said, "It's getting late, I think the grandfather Guo should go back to his house, so that His Royal Highness will not make any difference!"

"You ..." Mr. Qi held back his face and looked back at the girl in thin clothing in front of her, and unwrapped her shawl and wrapped her tightly. "Acho, if you insist, I will come to see you again."

Qing Qiao clenched his shawl with five fingers, only feeling sour in his nose, and nodded slightly.

As soon as Mr. Qi left, Duan Yu immediately pinched in front of her, slightly forefinger, and raised her chin gently.

"——Don't think that Mr. Qi will save you."

A handsome face disappeared in the candlelight, and the depth could not be seen, and even the splendid ten miles could not reach his half glory.

"What about the plum blossom seal? What about the destined person? As long as I am there, no one wants to subvert the world of Duan Jia!"

Suddenly, his eyes were covered with red ruthlessness, as red as bloodthirsty.

What a beautiful leather elephant, as if Shura was reborn.

"... Lord, if I tell you, I did not gather the four spirits to resurrect the country, but I only thought about it and made a wish, do you believe it?"

Qing Qiao quietly stared at him, his face was almost transparent, like a layer of misty yarn.

"Wish?" Duan Yu loosened her head and laughed, as if to hear the most absurd joke in the world, "What wish is worth your painstaking efforts to collect the Four Spirits? Money and wealth? Fame and fortune status? Xiao Qiao, don't tell me you collect them Just for viewing! "

He stopped laughing and stared at her fiercely, with a flash of murder in his eyes.

Suddenly, Qing Qiao leaned slowly against the wall weakly.

In her heart she laughed at her innocent stupidity-even if she confessed to this person, what would happen? He may not let me go, because he has no heart, he is a devil, he only has this section of the world in his mind.

Toosimple, sometimesnaive.

She closed her eyes and murmured, "... Yes, I lied to you, I have no wish, nothing ..." 2k novel reading network