Chapter 140 Lock Your Bone with My Blood

He ignored the back, but a pair of Danfeng's eyes smiled and asked her this.

Red sandalwood looked at those eyes, the only visible body under the bloody mask. In it, it seemed to be true or false, like a dream. She pretended to be a little intelligent, but she still couldn't see it clearly. She avoided talking and said, "I'm hungry."

He smiled and did not ask. He patted his hands gently. Soon, the door was knocked. He was ready to say, "Come in."

Then, soldiers with trays put dishes on the table in an orderly manner, and soldiers with toiletries walked around the big screen in the room to prepare for her to wash.

The soldiers moved very lightly. After doing all this, they bent down and retreated without making any loud noise on the way.

"Have you been prepared for a long time?" She thought that what he said to the general just now was just polite.

"As Amu's housekeeper, naturally you can't make Amu hungry." He first took a chopsticks of snow lotus fish and put it in her bowl. He smiled and said, "It's said that you should nourish your body. You are still so thin and weak, not to mention that compared with men, even women... more plump than you..."

The green bamboo chopsticks paused in her hand. She stared at the extra thing in her bowl and felt a little eager to get rid of it. She just knows that she always puts it in her bowl because she never refuses what's stuck in the bowl, right? Eating more snow lotus fish is good for her health, and it's useless for her to eat it.

A flash of light flashed in her eyes. She did not refuse, but still naturally put it in her mouth as usual. The green bamboo chopsticks stayed on the thin lips for a while. She suddenly reached out and grabbed a piece of garlic in the porcelain plate for seasoning, and then put it into his bowl. She smiled at him and whispered, "Garlic is good for the body, sterilicide and anti-inflammatory, brain-building, and anti-aging. You should eat more."

Wu Cang Juelan is confused by her sudden gentleness. At this moment, when she sees the extra things in the bowl, the corners of her mouth are stiff, garlic...

Red sandalwood looked at his reaction in a good way. He didn't like garlic. No, it should be said that it was annoying. This was the result of her serious recall of all the meals at her deskmates in the past.

He refuses everything with a peculiar smell, which will make him feel that he is flawed. He perfectly watches all his behaviors like a fox cherishes his hair, even the air exhaled from his mouth.

Not long after Wucang Juelan was stiff, he quickly regained his smile, picked up the garlic calmly, looked at her with a smile and said, "How can I refuse what A Mu picked up with his own hands? I've never seen Amu add food to anyone. I'm the first one.

Then, he calmly put it into his mouth and seemed to chew and taste.

Red sandalwood was a little surprised to give her face like this. Seeing that he really swallowed it, her eyes flashed slightly and she didn't give up. The curvature of the corners of her lips remained unchanged. She kept a small smile, looked at him with interest, and slowly spit out a few words in her mouth: "That garlic is poisonous."

Her tone is light but serious.

I thought he would be shocked, but what she saw was that he didn't even frown. She just seemed to hear whether it was windy or raining today, and said indifferently, "Oh, that's it."

Then, there is no following.

He is, don't you believe it? In her heart, she stared at him and said firmly, "That garlic is indeed poisonous. When I was eating snow lotus fish, I secretly bit the skin in my mouth. The green bamboo chopsticks stained my blood and stained the garlic I gave you.

"Is your blood poisonous?" His evil eyes did not shake at all, and his voice also said casually with an evil smile.

"Yes." She answered seriously.

"Does this affect you?" He held the green bamboo chopsticks with his slender fingers, and the tip of the chopsticks pressed on his rose lips, which was inexplicably attractive.

He doesn't ask what impact it will have on him, but he cares whether she will have any hidden dangers.

Red sandalwood has been staring at him and his eyes flashing, thinking to himself that it shouldn't be like this. Obviously, he should be worried about his life. How can he talk about her? She had to remind him, "My blood is very poisonous, and the only antidote is mine. If you don't understand, you will definitely die."

He looked at her solemn face and suddenly smiled, and his voice was soft: "How happy is life? What's the fear of death?"

"Are you really not afraid of death, or do you think I won't kill you?" Red sandalwood is almost stubbornly pestering this problem, and you must know the truth.

"How can anyone not be afraid of death?" He said frankly, but when she said such words, he didn't feel dangerous. He didn't think she was lying, but even if it was true, so what?

This feeling is strange, but strangely, it is not repulsive at all.

There were no twists and turns in his heart. His face was as usual, and his lips were evil. He said, "My life is in the hands of Amu. You should be responsible for it."

The red sandalwood felt a little weak in an instant. This person, this person, what should he do...

"Why is Amu's blood poisonous? You haven't answered me yet?" He didn't care about himself, but reluctantly went back to this question.

If he still felt that he didn't believe what she said at first, then looking at his calm but deep eyes at this moment, she believed it. He really felt that even if his faith was handed over to her, he would be meaningless, but why?

Without thinking much, she blurted out: "Before I went down the mountain, I was poisoned by the king of silver snakes. This poison is extremely domineering. The master used many best medicinal materials to help me detoxify, but it failed to achieve the effect. Later, he had to attack the poison with poison. This is the reason why I am invulnerable. When the body itself is an unparalleled poison, what other poison can work on me? There are mysterious witches in the south. Isn't that how their best mages are made? Put all the potents together to let them eat each other, and the one who can survive in the end must be the most poisonous.

She said it insipid, but he listened thrillingly. Although she thought that her experience would not be very beautiful, she didn't expect it to be so cruel. There was a little tightness in his throat. He whispered, "Amu, it's okay."

She smiled indifferently and said, "It's all right."

In that tone, the wind is light.

He was angry for a moment, bowed his head and ate as if nothing had been eaten, and stopped making a sound.

In fact, with her blood in his body, this feeling is not bad. The corners of his lips are soft in the evil.

The two of them ate slowly and orderly. Wu Cang Juelan clapped his hands again and asked people to come in to remove the things. Then he got up and said, "Amu, go wash first. He has been with the army for such a long time. He must have not taken a good bath."

"Hmm." She answered, and the smile that began to deliberately joke had completely collected, and her face was light.

Wu Cang Juelan personally pulled the door for her. He did not go far. He stood under the eaves in front of her door with his hands behind his back and looked at the fallen leaves all over the garden.

Blood-dressed ink hair, drifting with the occasional wind and fallen leaves.

Red sandalwood is soaked in a half-person-high wooden barrel, and the water is slightly hot, which is suitable.

She subconsciously looked at her chest and frowned again. It was a little bigger, although it was still small. However, it is still developing. In the current form, such a situation is really not optimistic.

She has had a lot of ups and downs recently, just like she just teased him. In the past, this would not be her style. Recently, there should be too many things that have happened in a row. Even if she has always been calm, she can't resist the excitement of the sea of corpses. After all, she has shaken a little.

The mind was wandering, and suddenly there was a sound outside. Hearing the sound, it was Sun Xiao. He said, "Mr. Jue, do you dare to ask the commander?"

"She is busy. If there is anything, you can tell her outside the house. If it's inconvenient, I can avoid it for the time being." This is his voice.

The red sandalwood poured water on its body one after a time, and the cold voice was received in time: "Sun Xiao, just say it."

Sun Xiao lowered his head in front of the door and said respectfully, "My leader, my subordinates were ordered to set up an ambush in the mountains, designed the enemy to return 100,000 reinforcements, and annihilate 30,000 enemy people."

"Very good." With water drops hanging on her thin fingertips, she said, "I know. You go down and have a rest. You have to leave again tomorrow."

Shortly after Sun Xiao left, footsteps sounded in the corridor again. Although the voice was low and could be said to be minimal, the two felt it at the first time.

Wu Cang Juelan turned his body slightly and looked at the young general who came with a cold wind, and squeezed his lips slightly.

The silver-white armor was scattered on the body. There were still blood stains on the armor. I thought, I found it here as soon as I came back.

Xin Yimian didn't see a man who was so difficult to ignore standing in front of the door, but he did not squint and directly ignored him and walked to the door. The pale finger was raised, but - it couldn't be buckled down!

The long and narrow eyebrows looked sharply at the person who held his wrist unexpectedly, secretly mobilizing the strength in his body.

Two pairs of eyes are fixed in the air, and the intersection of eyes is not meaningless, similar to a silent game.

When his strength reached saturation, he was about to attack when his hand tightly clasped his wrist suddenly loosened, and he lost his target for a moment, and the internal force hit his body.

Xin Yimian squeezed her lips and swallowed the surging fishy smell. She gritted her teeth and said, "What do you mean?"

The corners of Wu Cang Juelan's lips hooked, and he smiled without any hostility and said, "Amu is resting. If the general has anything, he can't stop saying it here."

He is polite, as if the person who just did it has nothing to do with him.

Xin Yimian narrow eyebrows and asked fixedly, "Who are you?" Why are you standing here? What's the right to speak for him?

The answer to this question is not Wucang Juelan, but the red sandalwood inserted at the right time. She whispered, "Yi Mian is back."

"Yes." Xin Yimian's voice is as cold as ever, just like he has never experienced warmth in the Ice Age.

Wu Cang Juelan turned around, turned his back to the door and looked at the scenery in the courtyard, and was out of the matter.