Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 47 Stewed Goose in Iron Pot

This is a hand with well-defined joints, the palm is covered with calluses, the palm is slightly warm, and the movements are gentle.

This is Chu Yu's hand.

Ning Zhao recalled what he had accidentally seen, Chu Yu standing alone in the moonlight practicing swordsmanship, and suddenly understood the origin of the cocoon.

Her lips accidentally touched Chu Yu's palm, both of them were taken aback.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered the two azure figures in front of her, she quickly closed her mouth, raised her eyes to look at Chu Yu, and signaled him to stare at the movements of the two.

Obviously, Chu Yu didn't understand her eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at Ning Zhao, and the two looked at each other.

[Ding dong!Intimacy +5, current intimacy is 37. ]
[Ho Ho, Ning Zhao Ning Zhao, you are awesome! ]
[If you work harder, we can reach 100 points of intimacy. I can go back to the main system for vacation with peace of mind, and you will go home happily with the 1000 million prize~]
It's not a cub, what's the matter, we didn't have any intimate actions, this intimacy is so high...isn't it a little abnormal?

"Brother, brother, the poison is gone."

The half-bald man's words drew Ning Zhao's thoughts back, and the white smoke had indeed dissipated, but there was still some pungent smell in the secret room.

The big scorpion and the semi-bald head covered their mouths and noses at the same time.

"Hey brother, this secret room is so choking, will Cui Shan really walk in?"

"Wouldn't he suspect something unusual?"

The semi-bald man held the talisman paper in one hand, fanned his mouth and nose with the other hand, looked at the big man and said.

The big man rolled his eyes, patted the half-bald man on the shoulder, and said, "Take out the stuff in the storage bag, the rest is not up to you."

The semi-bald man lowered his head in response, then fumbled in the storage bag for a while.

Ning Zhao watched as the ground at his feet was gradually filled with various things.

Bear traps, slingshots, candles, stones, iron pots, big geese...

Wait, buddy, aren't you going to plot against Cui Shan? Why are you bringing an iron pot and a big goose?Is it possible... to cook a stewed goose in an iron pot to kill him?
When Ning Zhao saw the big mole, he slapped the semi-bald head firmly.

"I told you to take the things that were plotted against, what did you give me?"

The big man picked up the slingshot on the ground and slammed it on the ground, "What are you doing with a slingshot, as if Cui Shan was a child? How could this slingshot plot against him?"

He kicked the iron pot that was upside down on the ground again, "I didn't expect that you brought a goose!"

"You have even planned the celebration banquet, and eat big goose stewed in an iron pot?"

The iron pot was shaking and rolling forward, and it was about to hit Ning Zhao's feet.

Ning Zhao took a breath.

Fortunately, the iron pan stopped rolling forward and stopped.

Ning Zhao saw that in the dim light of the fire, both eyes of Da Mozi seemed to be red with anger.With a ferocious face, he yelled incompetently at the half-bald man, which made the half-bald man feel so wronged that he lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing how wronged and wronged his little daughter-in-law was, the eldest son became even more angry.

He gave the half-bald man another two firm punches, "Zheng Qiao, why are you so useless!"

"I really can't figure out why my father asked me to take you to Fumanlou to learn art from a teacher three years ago."

"You are just a mysterious spiritual root, without talent and unwilling to endure hardships. I originally thought that although you can't do anything well...but at least you can understand people's words."

"I didn't expect that you can't even do such a small thing. I want you to bring the murderer. You can see for yourself. What are these things? I am really, really disappointed!"

After Da Mozi finished speaking, he took a step towards the secret room. He looked really anxious, and even forgot his original plan to assassinate Cui Shan.

Leave half bald, oh no, leave Zheng Qiao alone.

He quickly picked up the things on the ground and put them back into the storage bag, and also quickly walked to the secret room, chasing after the place where the two of them came in before.

"Senior brother, senior brother, don't run away, wait for me!"

The sound of footsteps and shouts gradually faded away, and Ning Zhaoti finally let go of his restless heart.

The explosive big melon, eating melons made her feet numb.

Ning Zhao pushed away the tense Chu Yu, and said softly, "It's okay, Junior Brother."

"Let's go."

Chu Yu nodded, followed behind Ning Zhao, and the two walked towards the corner together.

Unexpectedly, this corner is actually a bifurcation.

The two roads are almost the same, both are dark, and you can't see anything inside.

How to choose this?
[Ning Zhao, Ning Zhao, let Chu Yu choose, you are a vicious female supporting role, and the world view will not give you good luck! ]
Ning Zhao followed his words and raised his head to look at Chu Yu, "Junior Brother, choose a path."

Chu Yu pondered for a moment, then pointed to the road on the left.

Ning Zhao walked ahead and stepped into the path chosen by Chu Yu.

She used her spiritual power to conjure up a fireball, and the dark path was illuminated by the fireball, which didn't make people feel very scared.

Ning Zhao stretched out his hand to reach back, and gave Chu Yu a fireball.

"Grab my sleeves tightly, Junior Brother."

Ning Zhao felt that someone was holding his sleeves, and continued to stride forward holding the fireball.

"Hey, why is this secret passage so long? We seem to have walked for half an hour?"

"Junior brother, did you hear the ticking sound?"

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother?"

No one answered her, Ning Zhao was startled, and looked behind in a panic.

It was still pitch black behind her, and she didn't even see half of Chu Yu's figure, and the tugging feeling on the corner of her clothes just now disappeared.

"Senior brother!"

Ning Zhao raised his voice and continued to shout.

Still no answer.

"Hee hee hee, senior sister, I'm here!"

"Come and find me, come and find me!"

"Hey hey hey hey~Senior sister, senior sister~"

Suddenly there were bursts of weird laughter from around, like the voice of a child, or like a man deliberately narrowing his throat and trying to imitate a woman.

Ning Zhao swallowed, nervously took out the Jiuqing Sword from the storage bag, separated a wisp of consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness, and asked softly: "System, tell me, will I be in personal danger? It feels...it always feels weird here."

"Someone seems to be staring at me."

[Normally, Ning Zhao, don’t worry too much, science shows that this is a psychological effect. ]
[Let’s talk about Ning Zhao, don’t you still have the Jiuqing Sword? In case of any accident, if you don’t believe in yourself, you have to believe in her. ]
Ning Zhao swayed the blade of Jiuqing Sword twice, and Jiuqing floated out of the sword body, with a faint tiredness on his face.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Ning Zhao, wondering, "What's the matter, are you going to fight?"

As soon as fighting was mentioned, Jiuqing immediately felt relieved, rolled up his sleeves with great interest, and looked around with wide eyes.

"Hey, there's no one here, who are you fighting with?"

Ning Zhao snorted and asked in confusion, "No one?"

"But...but just now...I felt something staring at me just now."

Jiuqing stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and yawned again.

"What, are you talking about these stinkbugs with countless feet?"

Ning Zhao held up the fireball and looked along where Jiuqing pointed.

(End of this chapter)