The guard stood there stunned, with his mouth slightly open, looking at her with his only single dragon eye... Is this still his kind, lovely, and kind-hearted leader?
Puppet Ying thought it was right. She always told the leader in the past, even though her words were worn out, the leader still went his own way. Unexpectedly, I finally got the idea today. He was so happy that he said, "Did you hear that? Throw it out!"
The guard stammered: "But it has been sent to the pharmacist uncle. Maybe the medicine is available now."
What? Xining almost jumped up: "Who told you to send it on your own initiative? Ying'er quickly went to see if the medicine was on, and threw it out before it was on."
The puppet immediately ran out, not very fast, but still faster than others. The guard has a single eye and can't tell the distance of things, so he might bump into something. As for the other three maids, one is hunchbacked, one is lame, and one has a disabled hand, so it is better to be a puppet.
The guard asked strangely: "Master, why did you throw it out without applying any medicine?"
Xining was so angry that she sat down. The maid next to her, Puppet Ling, immediately served her tea: "Leader, please calm down and let me talk to him."
That's fine, if it goes on any longer, she will be pissed to death. She picked up the tea and drank it.
The puppet spirit turned to the guard and his voice became stern, with a serious expression on his face: "If someone is drugged and a person is thrown out and dies, and others see the drug on his body, we are the only one with a radius of fifty miles, and they will definitely think that We threw it out. They even spread rumors and slandered us by testing the medicine on people and then throwing them out after they died."
"That's it!" The guard suddenly realized.
The puppet spirit scolded and taught: "In the future, except for babies and young children who can be brought in, all others must ask the leader for instructions and are not allowed to make arbitrary decisions. Do you understand?"
"Got it!" The guard immediately bowed to the leader and saluted, intending to accept the order. In fact, he was secretly complaining, knowing that they were the only family within a radius of fifty miles, and they only picked up a living person once. It was such a shame that I was scolded for picking up a living person for the first time in my life. You know, it's better to throw this kid in a mass grave!
Puppet Ling is a congenital foot development malformation, with the soles of the feet turning outward, which affects walking. But she has been smart since she was a child, so she was named Ling.
On weekdays, she never takes away the glory of her personal maid, Puppet Ying, and is always careful about her duties. I looked at it today and it still works.
Another talent was discovered, and Xining was quite satisfied. Look at what everyone understands. In the previous plot, the body owner was so stupid that he didn't know anything.
I was deceived by him, believing that if he was true, a sow could climb a tree; I was really crazy about him, crazy about him, and banged my head against the wall for him.
In the end, he was betrayed and watched with his own eyes as he led other noble sects to encircle and suppress the Heavenly Puppet Sect. When they get here, they kill everyone they see, regardless of gender or age. But he was unable to do anything, which caused such a good senior brother to become a puppet.
Puppet Ying came back and saw that the guard was still there, so she pretended to salute: "Master, the medicine has been given, what should I do now?"
It's normal. There is a certain kind of person called the hero, who always turns misfortune into good fortune and disaster into good fortune. The same was true in the previous plot. They were all buried in a mass grave. The air was released more than the air was released. They were thrown on the bullock cart, swayed along the way, and carried up the mountain. As soon as they were given medicine, their lives were saved. It was the same this time.
Xining rolled his eyes and looked at the puppet spirit: "Ling'er, go and guard there. If you wake up, ask who the name is, which sect they belong to, and who can be contacted to report that they are safe. Don't worry, there are people here. Just wait for Ying'er, you have to ask clearly."
"Yes, leader." This was the first task assigned by the leader. The puppet bowed happily and said, "I must ask clearly, and I will do whatever it takes to go through fire and water."
The corner of Xi Ning's mouth twitched, just asking for a letter, he wouldn't even be hurt by the eye of a needle, and there was no need to go through fire and water.
After the guard and the limping Puppet Spirit left, Puppet Spirit sneered: "For this trivial matter, is it necessary to talk about it like a martyrdom?"
"Ying'er!" Xining said leisurely: "It was this sesame and mung bean thing that made her go. You should stay with me!"
Puppet Ying was overjoyed and immediately saluted: "He is the leader. I will serve you wholeheartedly and don't dare to slack off."
They were all flatterers, and Xining felt tired, so he leaned on the bamboo couch and took a nap under a thin quilt.
I don’t know if the protagonist’s halo is too powerful, or if the puppet medicine is really effective. After suffering such a serious injury and being unconscious for three days and three nights, Baiyanlang finally woke up.
In fact, it would be nice to die. Just peel off the skin, grill the meat, and put it on the mountain gate. Such a fresh skeleton should be able to be stored for twenty or thirty years. This will solve the problem once and for all, avoid so many troubles in the future, and still be able to use the remaining energy for the sect. How great!
Mo Ming: "Actually, you can just kill him and skin him, so others won't be able to recognize him."
Xi Ning: "No, you didn't hear them say that the Tianpuppet Sect doesn't kill people, and they haven't killed anyone for a long time. I can't break the rules as soon as I come, can I?"
Mo Ming...: "In order not to kill people, the reasons are becoming more and more creative." You have just arrived, but your body has been here since birth.
The puppet spirit limped and ran quickly over to report.
Xining was having lunch and glanced sideways: "Don't worry, be careful if you fall!" Fortunately, one of her feet was born disabled.
"Slave, I have fulfilled my mission. Let me ask you questions clearly." Puppet Ling panted, holding the paper in his hand and began to read: "My name is Nangong Yiyun, the courtesy name is Yingchuang, the number is Qingyun..."
In fact, I already know the name. Even if I don’t know it, I can roughly guess it. Xiao, Ye and other martial arts male protagonists' first choice surnames, the compound surnames are naturally Nangong and Murong. This kind of thing is not something that you usually encounter, but once you get to the arena, the male protagonist is often hit by arrows, and he will be ruined on the street again.
The puppet spirit continued to read, and she actually wrote down all the questions and answers as if she was leaving a confession during a yamen interrogation: "Age 18, the second son of the 33rd generation of the Nangong family, not yet married..."
Wow, there was a household registration check, and they also asked me if I was married.
"This time it was because I encountered an enemy and was unfortunately injured. I avoided a mass grave and fainted from the injury. I usually like to wear white clothes, use a sword as my weapon, eat two bowls of rice, and eat sweets..."
"Okay, okay!" Xining covered his forehead, what is this? The more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Would it make people think that the leader here was planning to use him as a slave husband?
The puppet spirit held the paper and blinked: "Does the leader think there is anything else that I haven't asked? Please inform me, and I will ask you right away."
"No, it's not!" It's not that the question was unclear, but it was too clear. In fact, you should already know the previous plot, but I just asked you to ask and pretend, otherwise wouldn’t she have predicted it?
Xining glanced at the puppet spirit: "Your eyes are red and your face is yellow. Didn't you get a good rest?"
The puppet spirit said in a lively manner: "This servant dare not sleep, for fear of missing Mr. Nangong when he wakes up, so he sat next to Mr. Nangong and waited."
