"Get over here right now!" He Chaosheng shouted loudly, and with a slight movement of his hand, a long sword came out: "Don't force me to do it."
He Chaosheng's arrow sleeve is really a walking arsenal of weapons. It has everything from long knives to swords, right?
In order to avoid suffering as much as possible, Mu Luo could only follow He Chaosheng and walked awkwardly to He Chaosheng's side.
She was like a gloomy mouse, forced to walk beside the cat, feeling uncomfortable all over, and at the same time, her vigilance gradually increased.
"The mechanisms designed by Murong Yin are very complicated and require the cooperation of two people. One person cannot get out no matter what." He Chaosheng said as he walked forward: "The last time I was tricked in by Murong Yin , I suffered a lot.”
Mulo smiled perfunctorily and said, "Oh, since you can't go out alone, who did you go out with last time?"
Mu Luo just asked casually and had no intention of letting He Chaosheng answer her.
However, He Chaosheng stopped in an extremely serious manner, and said in an obviously depressed mood: "It's Qianqian... I remember that there is a piece of jasper on the last wall, which is a very troublesome level."
"You really can't live without her." Mu Luo said, and suddenly felt her chest tightening. She covered her chest and coughed twice. She unexpectedly found that the wound on her arm had not healed, and the blood was constantly flowing. …
"System, what's going on..."
Mulo looked nervously at the illuminated system.
[System: My dear host, please calm down. You just haven't eaten well recently. Your ability to recover quickly has its limits. Either...eat something now to replenish some strength, or find someone to repair your arm, otherwise your wound will not heal. . 】
"What's wrong with you? Leave quickly." He Chaosheng took Mu Luo's arm and said, "You are a heretic and you won't feel pain at all, so don't show such a weak posture!"
"B*tch, do you think heretics are all immortal?" Mulo waved his wound in front of Chaosheng's eyes and said, "As you can see, my recovery ability has reached its limit, and there is no way to stop the bleeding now. ...If you still want to go out, find a way to help me."
"Ha, as a heretic, is this the limit? Then you are really weak." He Chaosheng still had a wanton and sarcastic smile, which made Mulo feel that she was born to be belittled by He Chaosheng.
"Okay, General, if you don't want to help, please wait for me." Mulo rolled up his sleeves, revealing the hideous wound. It looked a little uncomfortable, but fortunately it didn't hurt much.
Mulo held his sleeve in his mouth, but a few strands of disobedient hair had to hang down to cover the wound.
These hairs made Mulo very anxious, and he gradually began to lose his patience.
"Do you want to commit suicide? You can't even deal with a wound. How did you survive in the heresy until now?" He Chaosheng roughly pulled her arm, looked at her briefly, and then directly extended his hand to Mulo's skirt.
"You! Don't, don't, don't... don't pull the belt!"
"If you don't stop bleeding now, you will be the one who goes into shock soon. Then you can go directly to the King of Hell to report."
He Chaosheng easily tore off a few strips of fabric from Mu Luo's skirt, and pulled off a stronger belt. He stood up short with his sword and bandaged her wound in a few strokes with very skillful movements.
"You can't die now, but if you get injured again, I won't guarantee it."
As He Chaosheng spoke, he took Mu Luo's hand. When he took the hand again, he suddenly felt a little cold in his palm. He looked down and saw a little blood on Mu Luo's palm, like a needle. traces...
He just bandaged the big wound on Mu Luo's arm casually, but he stared at the small, dried-up hole in Mu Luo's palm for a long time...
"When did you..." He Chaosheng lowered his head and said to himself: "Is it the little mute next to Murong Yin? What is she going to do to you..."
Mulo said nothing. She recalled carefully. It seemed that when Bailu helped her break the handcuffs, she seemed to feel a slight chill in her palms, but she didn't care.
He Chaosheng was silent for a while and said: "I have checked your life experience, Mu Luo. You have been staying in the heretic camp since you lost your left arm at the age of thirteen...and you are not the right age. What are they suspecting? ?”
Mu Luo looked at He Chaosheng with a confused expression.
This face really feels more familiar the more I look at it. Even if it is marked like this, it still has a bit of Qianqian's style, especially with the dim light in the dungeon, it seems to overlap with Qianqian many years ago. stand up……
"Qianqian..." He Chaosheng reached out and touched the scars on Mu Luo's face.
Good guy, are you still coming? With his face like this, and yet he can still scream, how hungry is the general?
Mu Luo clenched his hands tightly and said nothing, but his eyes were full of resistance and disgust.
Perhaps this look in his eyes irritated He Chaosheng. He actually smiled bitterly and said, "Qianqian, you still hate me so much..."
Mu Luo couldn't help it anymore and said, "I'm Mu Luo."
"brush!"
The sword was unsheathed and pressed against Mu Luo's neck. He Chaosheng said in a threatening tone: "I'll give you a chance to take back what you just said. You are now... Qian Qian!"
"Do you know, now is not the time to play this kind of game!" Mulo shouted.
And the next second, she felt a chill on her neck. The sword blade was stained with blood, and it slowly flowed down the sword body...
At this time, outside the dungeon, Murong Yin slapped the table, opened his eyes wide, and said, "What did you say! You said... Muro is... how is it possible? I personally checked Qian Qian's death that year. Even though the face is blurry, the blood doesn’t deceive, and the person who died must be Qian Qian!”
Egret placed the red bottle in his hand heavily on the table and gestured: "Blood can't lie, so what does this mean? It's impossible for two people in this world to have the same genes... What are you going to do with this bottle of blood sample?" explain?"
"Maybe there was just an accident..." Murong Yin frowned and said, "There may be something wrong with the process of taking your blood sample, or maybe... the heresy's built-in machinery will affect genes."
"You know that these may all be impossible." The egret shouted in an air of avoidance, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster: "She is back, shouldn't you be happy! The general will also be very happy, right? "
"No... you don't understand..." Murong Yin rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I checked Mu Luo's information. She can't be Qian Qian. She is the first one who doesn't match her age. Qian Qian is older than He Chaosheng. Seven years old, and Mulo is one year younger than him, how is this possible! Before everything is determined, we can't let He Chaosheng have any hope, otherwise...everything will become chaotic. "
Bailu has learned a lot. She hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Master Murong, tell me... is it possible that there is a kind of sacred stone that can save the girl Qianqian from that day..."
Murong Yin kept shaking his head. He was very sure that no one could save Qian Qian that day.
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