After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

The indifferent and calm Yan Yunxiao made Song Xingshi even more frightened than he was in a state of madness and madness a few days ago.

It's hard to imagine how turbulent emotions are suppressed under such a calm face.

Song Xingshi showed embarrassment, and finally decided to confess to Yan Yunxiao.

He wanted Yan Yunxiao to recognize the situation in front of him, and he also wanted to leave a trace of spiritual support in Yan Yunxiao's heart.

Then he said in a deep voice, "After that night, I have sent people to investigate at the bottom of the mountain, but I didn't find any trace of her."

Yan Yunxiao's dark eyelashes could not help but tremble slightly, and there was no emotional change on his face.

He stood up slowly, his body swayed twice, and the two incisions on his back were stretched, causing his muscles to feel a tearing pain.

He didn't feel such pain.

From the looks of it, it seemed that he wanted to turn back without hesitation and go to Su Jiu'er.

Song Xingshi stared at him for a while, and had no choice but to say something with difficulty.

"Her body was not found, she should have left that place safely."

"There is news from the black market, there may be news of her there."

These two words, spat out from his throat, made Song Xingshi feel uncomfortable, especially in his throat, which was as dry as lead.

He clenched his fists nervously, and the lines of his face tensed a little.

Then he saw Yan Yunxiao's steps stop, and slowly turned to look at him.

Song Xingshi forced himself to be calm, and slowly loosened his clenched hand.

These two sentences are both true and false.

It is true that Su Jiu'er's body was not found, and there is indeed a possibility of her surviving.

But the latter sentence, Song Xingshi lied.

He knew that Yan Yunxiao had to be given some hope in order to support him to leave here.

The black market is the best excuse.

There are a lot of fish and dragons in the black market, which can serve as a good cover for them to go to Kar City.

In this way, they can also inquire about Su Jiuer's news in the black market.

After all, five days have passed, and there is no news that King Qi has arrested anyone, and there is no Su Jiuer's body at the foot of the mountain outside Jingzhou City.

For the rest, it depends on her fate.

"black market."

Yan Yunxiao murmured, staring deeply into Song Xingshi's eyes, trying to see the truth in his words from his eyes.

Song Xingshi was inexplicably nervous when he looked at him, maybe his eyes had already revealed everything.

However, Yan Yunxiao suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked elsewhere.

He doesn't want to see through everything.

He would rather believe that Song Xingshi was telling the truth, and he would rather believe that Su Jiu'er was still alive and was still waiting for him to find her in the black market.

In the dark and silent ruined temple, an inexplicable sadness pervades.

It is self-evident that the words are true or false, but no one can tell.

It took a while to hear Yan Yunxiao's hoarse voice.

"Tomorrow, we will sneak into the black market."

The voice is so faint, faint and ethereal, like the wind in a cold night, there is no place to support it to rest.

As soon as the voice fell, it disappeared without a trace.

His response was a forced compromise of the status quo.

Song Xingshi watched his straight back gradually bend, this kind of embarrassment was more embarrassing than their fleeing under King Qi's hands.

He had been somewhat dissatisfied with Yan Yunxiao, or Su Jiu'er.

Because he couldn't understand how a Su Jiuer could be more important than the great cause they had planned for many years.

But when he fell off the cliff that night, Su Jiu'er's eyes were still firm and fearless. Such courage to face fate made Song Xingshi's heart a little turbulent.

He has some admiration for Su Jiu'er.

He also tried to convince himself that maybe this woman really has an irreplaceable meaning to Yan Yunxiao.

There was no other words that night, Yan Yunxiao did not lose control again for the first time, but quietly let Xingshi Song treat his wounds, and those dark eyes looked at the corner of the ruined temple, filled with loneliness and pain.
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"Black market" is a very abstract term.

Because he is not a specific place.

But wherever there are "black market transactions", they can be called black market transactions.

Sometimes such transactions exist on the streets where everyone can see, and sometimes they exist secretly in some restaurants and bars, or in the dark places of casinos.

The specific way to trade depends on the content and value of the "trade goods".

In the days of doing nothing, the time is very difficult, but even so, the days pass by in a flash.

Another three days.

Su Jiu'er was pulled out of the small and cramped cargo box for a total of eight times, each time at dusk.

The places I saw were different eight times, but the remoteness and desolation of the land remained the same.

There are not even iconic reference objects such as tall buildings, mountains, or bifurcations.

So Su Jiu'er has no way of knowing where she got into this "thief car".

The only thing she can be sure of is that she is relatively safe in this "thief car".

The other three girls in the cargo box were as skinny as a stick, their faces were dirty and gray, and they were much smaller than Su Jiu'er.

Su Jiu'er sneaked needles and cleared her veins in the car at night. The scars on her body looked grim and serious, but in fact her condition has improved a lot. She just ate the hard and black steamed buns every day, without any nutritional conditioning.

In order to make herself look similar to these "goods", she rubbed on the wall of the box again, rubbing a layer of black dust on her face, neck, and even her arms, facing the pockmarked driver When he was with the fat man, he dodged and huddled with the three girls.

Several times, Mazi looked at her in a daze.

He always felt that the "goods" he picked up were a bit indescribable.

How did she wake up without crying or fussing?
Did he really fall off the mountain and break his brain as Fatty said?
Taking another look, Su Jiu'er kept her head dodged and said nothing, as if she was really stupid, so Mazi didn't pursue it anymore.

The wind has been bad recently, there are too many officers and soldiers on the street, and I don't know what happened.

He'd better sell the few goods in his hands first, don't let them fall into his hands at that time, it's really a loss-making business.

The sky is getting dark and the wind is over.

Ma Zi cursed and drove the "several goods" into the cargo box, while complaining to the fat man, "It's really fucking bad timing, why did we do this, and something like this happened?"

"What do you think those officers and soldiers on the street are investigating?"

The fat man hesitated, "The court must be looking for someone, right? Never mind, it probably has nothing to do with us, it just makes us a little inconvenient."

"Anyway, we will enter the city in two days. When the time comes, we will have nothing to do with the goods in our hands. It is also bad luck. I don't want to do this ticket."

Mazi agreed, cursed again, and roughly sealed the container.

In the pitch-black box, Su Jiu'er's eyelashes trembled.

Heading into town?Goods change hands?Is she going to be sold here?