The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

The drunken cabinet owner probably dreamed that he would fall into the pit for a day. Isn’t it true that he is not allowed to count himself?

Jie Jie’s owner is almost fainted by Qiao Wei!

If the enemy slammed him, he would have saved her. Is there such a good enemies? !

Joe, who had done a bad job, had a much more relaxed mood. His hands were behind him, and he screamed at the little song and swayed back to his house.

Ji Mingxiu was still asleep, and Qiao Wei didn't bother him. After sitting for a while, she went to Yan Fei.

I was afraid that the three little buns would be worried. Huo Shigong and the four beasts would not return to the house when they were not bright. They only said that they would visit relatives and friends and return to them.

Yan Fei was only beaten by Ji Wushuang, but he forgot to ask Qiao Wei who was shot.

"I don't know who it is. The other person is wearing a cloak, wearing a veil, and a face is covered, but... from the figure, it looks like a woman." Qiao Wei recalled that she only hurriedly that day. I took a glance and didn't really look too real. It was not so much a figure, but rather an intuition.

Intuition tells her that the other person is a woman.

Yan Fei frowned frantically: "Is it a tolerance?"

Rong Rong’s forefoot is missing, and her hind foot is shot. It’s a bit coincidental, but how can Rong Rong pull the bloodmoon bow?

There are more and more Yan Fei: "There is one more thing. Those who attacked us last night have the slain of the National Teacher's Hall. It is not the sorrow of the National Teacher's Hall. I want to kill the lesser, so that the National Teacher can fulfill the promise. What?"

Qiao Wei thoughtfully tightened his throat: "What is the situation, you will know when you call someone to ask."

Yan Fei never took the token of Ji Mingxiu, and immediately entered the palace, and arrested the disciple of the disciples of the National Teacher's Hall.

The big disciple was **** with a five-flowered belt and took the knife on his neck. He looked at Qiao Wei on the seat with a stern look, and a middle-aged man with a temperament and a strange face on Qiao Wei’s side. I already know on the road, knowing that the other party is the prime minister.

"Little Dolma, what are you doing? Why should you catch me?" he asked inexplicably.

Yan Fei absolutely slammed him and slammed him on the ground: "Less his nonsense! Honestly, did you do yesterday's things?!"

The disciples were hurt and snorted. Their wizards and body bones are very fragile. Unless they are at the level of Master, can they stand up to a martial arts master?

Yan Fei absolutely stunned his half-dead, and did not fight in one place. He raised his hand and threatened: "Are you still wronged? Believe it or not!"

The big disciple screamed coldly and swallowed Yan Fei’s eye-catching knife: "I remember the original sentence in you, saying, 'Shi can kill can not be humiliated'! How can I offend you, you must kill and kill, do not want to insult the national division The dignity of the temple!"

"You still dignity?" Yan Fei slammed his hand.

The younger brother looked at him without squinting.

Qiao Wei faintly opened his mouth: "Uncle Yan, you sit first, let me ask him."

Yan Fei was sitting on the side of Ji Wushuang.

The big disciple fell on Qiao Wei’s face: “Why did you catch me? I said I will help you find the secret!”

Qiao Wei said: "The secret thing does not have to worry about you. I have to ask two other things."

The big disciple said: "What? You said."

Qiao Weizheng said: "I ask you, how many blood bows are there in the world?"

The younger disciple is very surprised why Xiao Zhuoma would ask such a weird question, but she still answered her truthfully: "Come on the one of your Ji family, a total of two."

"Which one of the Ji family?" Qiao Wei asked.

The big disciple is even more confused. Isn’t the Ji family just one? Which one?

"It's the one you used when you were fighting!"

That one is the national teacher, the temporary rushing counterfeit in the hands of the national teacher, so to say, there is only one blood bow.

Only a **** moon bow, did the murderer steal the **** moon bow and shoot it back?

The falcon stealing secret is purely her intention, but the **** moon bow is stored in the small treasure chest of Wang Shu. How can ordinary thieves think that they will put such an important baby into a child's toy box casually? .

Unless the other party knows it early.

Not only do you know, but also God unconsciously took the bloodmoon bow and put it back under their eyes?

This possibility is too small.

Qinglianju is not a vegetable garden. Who can freely enter and exit?

If the other person is a stranger, then she can't escape the eyes of Huo Shigong.

If the other person is an acquaintance, then she can't escape the eyes of a yard.

"You think about it again, can your master have something to say to you about the **** bow?"

The big disciple seriously thought for a while: "You mentioned this, I really remembered one thing. Once I went to give Master a medicine, Master drank some wine, and said with a **** moon bow, 'also I don't know which one is more powerful. I asked Master what is great. Master said, bow. I said, is there a bow that is more powerful than the **** moon bow? The master did not speak. I always thought that Master was talking about drunkenness. Now it seems that he is afraid that you know that your family has a second **** bow!"

Qiao Wei and Yan Fei absolutely exchanged a look. If the wizard did not lie, then there is indeed a second **** bow in the world.

Blood and blood, the two bows together is a complete month.

It was originally a pair!

It seems that when the ancestor was transferred to the national ancestors, he still left his heart.

"Right, how do you always ask me this?" The big disciple was puzzled.

Qiao Wei fixed his mind and said nothing: "Nothing, just ask, I am almost clear about this matter. There is another thing to ask you. I was hit by a dead man in the northern suburb last night. Is it your national teacher's temple?"

The big disciple looked at Qiao Wei eccentrically: "How can I send someone to chase you? Is it the kind of sinister villain who looks for you and turns to slap you?"

Qiao Wei looked at him suspiciously: "This has to ask yourself."

"You..." The younger disciple was mad at his face. "You have a sentence in the Central Plains, "What do you want to add to your sin?" You want to deal with the National Teacher's Hall and say, don't mess with us!"

Qiao Wei looked at him with suspicion: "Is it really your home country?"

The younger disciple yelled: "My master is still unconscious now. Without the orders of his old man, who dares to send the dead?"

Qiao Wei touched his chin: "But if it wasn't for your country's division, who would it be?"

The big disciple frowned: "How do I know? The dead man is not the National Teacher's Hall!"

Qiao Wei's eyebrows pick one: "Does others have it?"

The younger disciple said: "Not often, the night Luo is forbidden to train private soldiers. Only the National Teacher's Hall is qualified, but there are also those who are not afraid of death. They are arrested and are the big sins of Ling Chi. When selling to a person as a killer as a guard, the price of the dead is very high, as long as one is trained, the meal for a lifetime is there!"

Qiao Wei smiled and asked: "That... is the death of the outside, or is it the strength of your national division?"

The big disciple raised his chin and said: "Of course it is a great master of the National Teacher's Temple!"

Yan Fei and Ji Wushuang picked up their eyebrows.

Asked here, the answer that Qiao Wei wants is basically clear. The murderer is not allowed to mention it for the time being, but the National Teacher's Hall did not participate.

Qiao Wei let Yan Fei send the big disciple back.

In the evening, Ji Mingxiu woke up in a secluded manner. When he saw his eyes, he saw Qiao Wei in the bed, and sat up in amazement. The huge movements tore the wound, and his face was slightly white.

Qiao Wei saw that he woke up and stood up from the chair. He came over and helped him: "How do you sit up? What are you looking at?"

Ji Mingxiu pulled her hand and held it tightly in her palm, as if she was afraid of being indifferent and couldn’t catch her. For Qiao Wei, she just fell asleep, but for him, It is life and death.

The kind of panic that holds her, but lives and screams and awake her, is still a lingering fear.

Ji Mingxiu did not want Qiao Wei to find his emotions. The cloud said lightly: "You have been up, how long have I been sleeping?"

Qiao Wei put on his clothes and said: "One day, are you hungry? I am making a meal."

After playing Qiao Wei, he dripped and did not enter. Qiao Wei mentioned that he was really hungry.

Qiao Wei went to the kitchen of the drunken cabinet and asked for a few light side dishes.