Time is slow

   Chapter 693 Tell me his name

  The man jumped out of the window and quickly melted into the night.

  Qiao Zhao came to the window and looked out the window silently.

  The people of the family and country are more important than the love of their children, and she is prepared to be the wife of a military general.

   She only hoped that this man would go well and come back to marry her sooner.

   Chenguang saw Qiao Zhao like this, so he didn't bother.

   After a long time, Qiao Zhao silently turned around and walked to the unconscious man.

   "Morning light, wake him up."

"okay."

   After a while, the man woke up leisurely, and when he saw the morning light, his eyes narrowed and he was about to jump up, but he found that he had no strength all over his body.

   "Don't waste your energy, you can't even commit suicide now, honestly explain who the master behind you is, I can let you die quickly!" Chenguang played with the dagger and said with a smile.

   The man lowered his eyes and said nothing.

   "Don't speak?" Chenguang squatted down, and pressed the dagger with a cold light to the man's face.

   The man didn't respond.

   "Three girls, please avoid me, I will interrogate him well!"

   "Just ask. If you don't feel comfortable, I will avoid it."

   "That's fine." Chenguang turned his dagger and stared at the man, "Is your mouth tough?"

   He exerted force on his hand, and the dagger immediately slashed the corner of the man's mouth.

   Blood flowed down the corner of the man's mouth immediately, spilling all over the place, and the man didn't say a word.

  Qiao Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth: "Mengguang, remember to mop the floor later."

  This is her boudoir, not Xing's room, so she saw blood so quickly.

   Chenguang smiled embarrassedly, turned his head to Binglu who appeared at the door of the study and said, "Icegreen, is there any salt?"

   "Salt grains? Yes!" Binglu ran out quickly, and came in with a wooden bowl after a while, "Here."

   Chenguang picked up a handful of salt grains, pressed the man's face with one hand, and crushed the salt grains into powder and sprinkled it on his wound.

   "Woooooo-" The man made a wild beast-like roar from his throat, rolling on the ground.

   Ice Green covered his face and dared not look again.

  Qiao Zhao didn't look away, but he didn't get used to it.

  The hostility between them is a matter of position. Seeing real people being abused, as an ordinary girl, she can't feel happy.

   "You, just kill me." The man gritted his teeth.

   "Kill you? How can there be such a cheap thing!" Chenguang wiped the dagger and sneered, "Forget it, you can't let your blood stain the three girls' place."

   He lifted the man with one hand, turned his head and asked Binglu, "Is there a cauldron in the small kitchen?"

   "How big?"

   "As long as you can hold this person."

  Ice Green shook his head: "Girl here, there is only a small stove for boiling water and steaming dim sum, how can there be such a big pot."

   Chenguang looked regretful: "It seems that I can only go to the big kitchen."

  Binglu glanced at the hapless egg in Chenguang's hand, and covered his mouth in surprise: "Mengguang, are you going to cook him? How can we do this? How can we eat in the future!"

   Morning light touches his nose.

  Why is this girl's focus so strange? He is going to stew a big living person. Is it time to care about the issue of eating?

   "You can change the pot!" Chenguang said helplessly.

   "That's right." After Ice Green was afraid to stroke his chest, he suddenly reacted, "Meng Guang, you want to stew human flesh? Vomit, you are so disgusting!"

   At this moment, Qiao Zhao's calm voice came: "The pot in the kitchen can't hold such a big person."

   Chenguang was startled, then smiled: "It's fine, I can chop off his hands and feet first, then throw his head and body in, and simmer it little by little, anyway, I can't let him die happily."

   "Morning Light—" Binglu finished retching, and pointed to the man, "Why isn't he moving?"

   Chenguang glanced down and pushed the man: "How about pretending to be dead?"

  The man tilted his head and made no sound.

   Chenguang stretched out his hand to probe the man's breath, and his eyes widened in surprise: "No, I'll just scare him a few words, and he will die? This dead soldier is too bad, was it a gift when he bought poison?"

  Qiao Zhao came over: "Put him on the ground first."

   Chenguang was busy laying the man down, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he said, "How can there be such a cowardly murderer, isn't this a scam!"

  Qiao Zhao stretched out his hand to open the man's eyelids and looked at it, then took out a silver needle and stabbed it into the other person, and said lightly: "The person is not dead, just hold your breath."

   "It turned out to be dizzy." Chenguang breathed a sigh of relief.

   Last time the dead man committed suicide, if this time the dead man is scared to death again, he will be busy working in vain.

  Qiao Zhao stared at the man for a moment, then said, "Let's do it, Binglu stay, Chenguang goes out first, I'll try another method."

   Chenguang immediately refused: "Three girls, how can this be done, what if he hurts you?"

   "He doesn't even have the strength to kill himself now, how could he hurt me? Besides, there is Ice Green to help."

   Seeing that Chenguang was still hesitating, Qiao Zhao asked, "What if you really scared him to death using your methods?"

   Chenguang was speechless when asked: "Well then, I'll be guarding outside. You can call me if there is any situation."

  It was late at night, the candles in the study were extinguished, only the moonlight poured in from the window, and the silver frost fell on the ground, bringing faint light to the dark room.

   The sound of water droplets came from somewhere.

The    man slowly opened his eyes.

   "You're awake." The woman's voice came, the voice was soft and cool, as if it was soaked in moonlight.

  The man looked around, but couldn't see anything, only the sound of water droplets became clearer.

   "What sound?" he asked. "Where am I?"

   "Could it be that you forgot?"

   "I—" The man slowly remembered and said in surprise, "Am I dead?"

  The room was silent, and no one answered his words.

   "I, I'm really dead?" The man raised his hand and touched his face, there was blood on his hand, "Yes, I'm dead, otherwise why wouldn't I feel pain?"

   Hidden in the dark, Qiao Zhao bent the corners of his lips.

   She used a silver needle to temporarily block the pain sensation all over his body, of course he couldn't feel the pain.

   "Is it raining outside?"

The    woman's voice sounded again: "Why does it rain in the underworld? That's the sound of your blood dripping. You can hear it so clearly because you are dead."

   "Is this the underworld?"

   "Yeah, you can walk around and see what the underworld looks like. Yes, that's it, walk slowly, and then you meet someone..."

   "I met someone?"

   "Look carefully, you should know him, he was the one who went to Zhang's noodle shop before you..."

   "I recognized him, he is Xiaoliu!"

   "What about you, who are you?"

   "Me? I'm Xiao Jiu."

   "Xiao Jiu, where did you and Xiao Liu come from?"

   "We—" The man's eyes showed obvious struggle.

   "Is it Lingnan?"

   "Yes, we are from Lingnan."

   "Are you working for King Su's line?"

"Yes…"

   "So, who is the master you are serving now?"

   "Master is—"

   "Tell me his name."

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