[At that time, the sword was only 0.01 cm away from my throat, but after a quarter of the incense burning, the mistress of the sword will completely fall in love with me. 】
[Because I decided to tell a lie. 】
[Although I have told countless lies in my life, I think this one is the most perfect. 】
This was his inner thought in "Westward Journey" when the Supreme Treasure was held against Fairy Zixia with a sword.
Xue Mu can naturally recite Stephen Chow's next lines.
【There was once a true love in front of me...】
But unfortunately, the person holding the sword against her neck was not Zixia.
But the cold-blooded Nangong Xue.
When Nangong Xue held the sword to Xue Mu's neck, everyone present was stunned.
Hu Daming's eyes widened even more, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe.
Only Xue Mu remained calm as always.
He then touched his neck with his hand.
When he touched the sword blade, he pretended to be panicked and said: "This is..."
"You have good hearing. You could even hear Dong Yingqi biting his tongue. You couldn't have heard me just drawing the sword, right?" When Nangong Xue said this, her eyes were fixed on the expression on Xue Mu's face.
Xue Mu explained awkwardly: "Back to Master Nangong, I heard the sound of a sword being drawn, but I didn't expect it to be hung around my neck. I thought I was doing my duty and did not neglect my duty."
After he finished speaking, the place fell into silence for a moment.
The other jailers' hearts were in their throats.
They didn’t know what happened to Nangong Xue today.
Always targeting Xue Mu.
I saw Nangong Xue's eyes slowly looking from top to bottom.
He stared at a certain part and thought about it.
She suddenly remembered the belt that tied her hands last night.
So Nangong Xue asked: "Your belt is different from yesterday's?"
"Yes, it got dirty yesterday, so I changed it." Xue Mu explained.
"How to get dirty?"
"When I came home, I accidentally touched the dust, so I washed it."
Nangong Xue looked into his eyes again, staring carefully.
Finally, she put the sword back.
"Yesterday when we arrested Ding Laosan, a figure appeared in the dark night. He looked very similar to you, so don't blame me for my sudden behavior just now. This is the responsibility of our arresting department." Nangong Xue explained.
Xue Mu replied: "Master Nangong was ordered to capture key criminals in the imperial court, so he should be careful, and his subordinates will definitely try their best to cooperate."
Seeing that the matter seemed to have been resolved, Hu Daming also smiled awkwardly: "Yes, Mr. Nangong, besides, our Jailer Xue suffers from eye disease and has difficulty moving. He usually uses a cane to go out."
As soon as these words came out, Nangong Xue, who had just put away his emotions, frowned again.
The shadow man used a stick last night.
She immediately turned around and found that there was no crutch beside Xue Mu, so she started to ask: "Where is your crutch?"
"Go back to my lord and put it in the execution room."
"No need now?"
"I have walked these roads many times. Although I can't see them, I already know the road in my heart."
Nangong Xue then looked at the subordinates of the Divine Catching Division behind him: "You guys wait for me here, and the same goes for everyone else."
After saying that, she left alone.
When Hu Daming saw Nangong Xue suddenly leaving, he became confused.
He came to Xue Mu's side and asked in a low voice: "Brother Mu, where is she going?"
Xue Mu shook his head and smiled: "I don't know."
But in fact, he knew it in his heart.
This girl wants to see her crutches.
Fortunately, I changed it this morning.
Sure enough, Nangong Xue came all the way to the execution room.
When she saw the crutch placed in the corner, she picked it up and looked at it carefully.
"There are no sword marks..."
Nangong Xue clearly remembered that she had fought with the shadow man several times.
His own sword would leave a lot of sword marks on his stick.
But there was no trace of this crutch at all.
She rubbed her head, thinking that she must have thought too much.
After all, how could a blind man who couldn't see defeat him.
and......
Nangong Xue thought of what happened last night.
My butt hurts.
Two big slaps left red marks on both sides...
"Don't let me catch you! Otherwise I will cut you into pieces!"
Nangong Xue said, turned around again, swept her ponytail behind her head, and walked straight to the cell.
In a Class B cell.
Dong Yingqi is obviously in a better situation than yesterday.
But still dying.
Nangong Xue came to him and asked someone to pull off the cloth from his mouth.
Maybe the cloth block was left on for too long.
Dong Yingqi couldn't close his mouth for a while.
Nangong Xue naturally did not give him time to adapt, but asked: "Who else do you know about the undercover? As long as you name one, I will spare your life."
Hearing this, Dong Yingqi laughed.
He even laughed louder and louder.
On the side, the detective from the Divine Catching Division angrily shouted: "Why are you laughing?! Lord Nangong asked you a question! You still don't answer honestly! I can spare you the crime of immortality!"
Dong Yingqi may have been tired of laughing. Then he looked at Nangong Xue and gasped: "You...you are helping that dog emperor to do things. Do you really have no conscience? What is the use of such a court?" ... Even if I die, I will not betray my partners. You kill me."
"kill me!!"
At this time, his expression suddenly became ferocious.
His hands kept waving.
Staring at Nangong Xue.
Nangong Xue also frowned at this.
Because Dong Yingqi can't fight anymore.
As long as one whip is applied, the finger may be dead.
She didn't know why she still refused to surrender after suffering so much torture.
Why betray the place where he was born and raised?
Then she turned and left.
The men behind him immediately stuffed the cloth into Dong Yingqi's mouth.
Xue Mu glanced at Dong Yingqi, although he couldn't see clearly his current situation.
But according to the thermal imaging, he seemed to be dying.
Just as everyone was walking out of the cell, someone shouted.
"Sir! Dong Yingqi is dead!"
Nangong Xue immediately turned back to check.
Sure enough, Dong Yingqi died.
His eyes were wide open and his head tilted to one side.
Tied to the post, dead.
Nangong Xue was obviously a little angry. After all, the undercover agent who was finally captured didn't even ask a single question.
But in the end she waved her hand and said, "That's all."
Then she left the cell again.
Xue Mu, on the other hand, had been standing outside the cell, looking at Dong Yingqi inside.
Although he was dead, the direction of his eyes was always looking towards his position.
There seemed to be a little hope on his face.
Xue Mu knew that he might be hoping that he could continue to complete the undercover mission.
But he's not stupid either.
This kind of head-turning thing.
He won't do it.
Dong Yingqi's death did not affect the lives of the jailers.
Xue Mu still goes to and from work every day, silently absorbing the experience.
However, during the inspection, he found that Chen Ping always delayed a lot of time when delivering meals these days.
And every time I go there, I always see him and Ding Laosan talking about something.
When Chen Ping saw Xue Mu coming, he immediately hurried out of the cell.
This aroused Xue Mu's suspicion.
So he asked Chen Ping: "Chen Ping, what are you and Ding Laosan talking about?"
Chen Ping said in a panic: "Brother Mu, I, I don't have one, I just bring him food."
"you sure?"
"Yes...yes." Chen Ping explained awkwardly: "Brother Mu, if nothing happens, I will leave first."
After Xue Mu saw him leaving, he went to Ding Laosan's cell.
As soon as he turned around to look over, he noticed that there was a bewitching look in Ding Laosan's eyes.
But since I can't see it, only the thermal image, this feeling is not very strong.
Thinking of this, after getting off duty, Xue Mu came to the street.
At this time, Mr. Storyteller was preparing to pack his things and prepare to go home.
Suddenly a person appeared in the stall.
The storyteller waved his hand and said, "I won't talk anymore today. Come back tomorrow."
A small piece of silver suddenly appeared on the table.
The storyteller's eyes immediately lit up, he picked up the broken silver, looked at Xue Mu and said, "Sir, what do you want me to say?"
Xue Mu sat down, held his crutch and said calmly: "Do you know Ding Laosan of the Demon Cult?"
