Anecdote of sword three crossing the bureau

Chapter 150

"Oh?" Sikong Zhao's expression instantly became a little more vivid. He stared at Chu Cichao with a meaningful expression, and he smiled slightly after a while: "Thank you."

Chu Cichao could hear the playfulness in that voice, but he didn't mind at all and said indifferently: "Stretch out your hand."

Sikong Zhao's gaze stayed on Chu Cichao's waist for a while, and then he retracted it calmly: "Okay."

Chu Cichao carefully checked the pulse of Sikong Zhao in front of him, while being wary of the man suddenly reaching out, but something that surprised him happened: "Master Hong, may I have a few words with brother Sikong?"

Hong Chen was obviously a little surprised by such a request, but finally nodded and went out: "Naturally." After he finished speaking, he led the group of people out.

Seeing that the door was carefully closed, Chu Cichao simply rubbed his forehead lightly: "Brother Sikong, to be honest, you are not poisoned, nor do you have any abnormal symptoms."

Sikong Zhao's expression looked a little faintly smiling, he gently crossed his arms, and he looked a bit relaxed: "Then what is the meaning of the great immortal?"

"I'm sorry that Chu can't be cured." Chu Cichao couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, but just said truthfully.

Sikong Zhao hummed lightly, stretched out his hand and stroked Chu Cichao's waist lightly, and was grabbed by Chu Cichao the moment he withdrew his hand.

The two big men were holding hands in the room. This scene was a bit strange, especially when Chu Cichao was still staring at Sikong Zhao in front of him.

Born in a place full of dog blood, some people must be ignorant, and soon someone pushed the door open——

"Great Immortal, you..."

The unlucky child who pushed the door was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in the room, and then his face slowly turned red.

Chu Cichao couldn't argue, so he took his hand back silently, and pulled back the waist pendant that was almost taken by Sikong Zhaoshun.

But Sikong Zhao had a shy expression on his face, looking at the unlucky child, he wanted to cry: "He...he..."

After saying these two words, Sikong Zhao fell over and passed out.

This time the matter was serious, Chu Cichao moved very quickly, grabbed the person, and looked at the person next to him helplessly: "Help."

The man nodded like a pounding garlic, and while stretching out his hand to send him to the bed, he carefully looked at the calm Chu Cichao beside him, and after a while he couldn't help asking: "Great Immortal...do you have..."

"I don't have the habit of breaking sleeves like Long Yang." Chu Cichao rubbed the center of his brows, his expression was very upright and calm, and he added silently in his heart, even if he had, it was unlikely to be with this one.

The boy was born with a doubtful smile on his face, that expression is that he can't wait to write a few big characters on his face, saying: "It's okay, I understand."

Chu Ci shut up at Shi Shiran, he reached out and pinched Sikong Zhao's face lightly, and as expected, Sikong Zhao woke up immediately.

The white and tender boy stretched out his hand with an expression on his face that was about to cry: "Daxian, what do you mean?"

"Just wake up," Chu Ci looked condescendingly, smiled simply, and turned to look at the servant next to him: "Brother Sikong is just hurting his body with anger. If you want to cure it, I'm afraid it will be necessary. Stuff: Take the Scrophulariaceae, Peilan, Anemarrhena, and Honeysuckle each, plus a Coptis chinensis, especially the Coptis chinensis should be caught more, the medicine tastes bitter, brother Sikong, remember to drink it three times a day."

The young man hurriedly wrote it down, and it was precisely because of this that he missed the narrowness that flashed across Chu Ci's face.

Sikong Zhao stared at Chu Cichao dumbfounded, whoever said that this is a great immortal, stand up for him, hey!There has never been a great immortal like this, uh, okay...

Just as he was about to reach out to stop him, he saw Shi Shiran raised his hand again: "Remember to fry it for a while, and this medicine is cold in nature, so remember not to drink it with candied fruit, otherwise it will not be beneficial. Helpful."

Si Kongzhao thought he had hit his head to death...

The little servant stomped away and ran out, so Sikong Zhao and Chu Cichao were left in the room again.

Sikong Zhao stepped on the ground, sighed and rubbed his hair: "Are you trying to kill me..."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved it forward, taking advantage of Chu Cichao's unpreparedness, he wanted to use the bone shrinking skill to escape out of the window!

It's a pity that the person he was facing was Chu Cichao. Chu Cichao silently worked his way around in his heart, and after counting down the countdown, he stretched out his hand and pulled the flower in the sky. The green light actually made Si Kongzhao startled.

However, what made people jump even more was his movement. Chu Ci smiled on his face, and the pen in his hand twirled slightly. The green light reflected the ink and scattered it instantly. towards the palm of the hand.

He put away the pen Shi Shiran, and his voice was still gentle: "I'm offended, Brother Sikong," Chu Ci said with a smile on his face, "It's just that Brother Sikong is still seriously ill, so don't force it."

Sikong Zhao couldn't tell because he was suffering, so he had to lie in Chu Cichao's arms and pretended to be dead. The next second, he was thrown directly on the bed, and the bed board was shaken three times.

Chu Ci Chao Piansheng was able to move at this moment, and he immediately bounced up: "Doctor Chu, this is..." He just realized that he seemed to have indirectly admitted that he tried to steal someone's waist pendant just now, Immediately received it silently.

"It's time for Chu to leave," Chu Ci said to Youyou, then stretched out his hand to straighten his collar gently, and said with a smile: "Brother Sikong, we will meet later."

Sikong Zhao felt that he had been out for so long and had never suffered such a big loss, so he simply waved at Chu Cichao, calling him a Yuzu: "There will be no future."

Chu Ci's smile deepened, he walked towards the door, and then gently pulled the door.

Unexpectedly, it took such a short time, but the world outside was turned upside down.

The guard at the gate was dead, but Chu Cichao didn't realize who killed him at all.

He couldn't see anyone, and he couldn't even feel any popularity, as if everything before was just an illusion, but now this place is the real sea of ​​blood.

The Hong Chen who sounded like a bell was gone, and the person who called him the Great Immortal whom he met before was gone, and even the coachman was gone.

Except for the dead, the rest of the people seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace at all.

Chu Cichao only felt a chill in his bones, he couldn't figure out who would dare to rob people blatantly next to the capital, and he couldn't even imagine what kind of blood feud would cause such a disaster here.

However, his first reaction was to rush back into the room. Si Kongzhao was lying on the bed, obviously not expecting what happened outside.

Chu Ci stretched out his hand to pick up Sikong Zhao: "What are you doing here?"

His expression was rare and solemn, the original gentleness faded away, and the current Chuci Dynasty made Sikong Zhao feel a little strange.

"Sikong Zhao, no... Maybe you should be called Sikong Zhaixing," Chu Cichao said, "Why are you here?"

It is never possible for Sikong Zhaixing to run out for too long for something unfounded, there can only be one reason——

There is something he needs here, and because of this one thing, the current disaster has happened here.

"How do you know..." Sikong Zhaixing was about to say something, but the next second he saw a sea of ​​blood outside the door.

He opened his mouth wide, almost unable to speak.

This is not like an ordinary vendetta in the arena at all, it is simply insane.

Sikong Zhaixing strode out, picked up a dying man almost effortlessly, he subconsciously looked at Chu Cichao, Chu Cichao walked over calmly, worked silently, and then picked up the swan geese He took it out and read a poem softly on the man, the green light scattered, although the man was still weak, but he was no longer on the brink of Huangquan Biluo as he was just now.

He widened his eyes and grabbed Chu Cichao's hand.

Chu Cichao didn't struggle, even though the bloody hand grabbed his sleeve, he slowly held it back and asked, "Is it better?"

"Genius doctor, thank you, genius doctor..." The man's voice was choked with sobs, and he turned his gaze to Sikong Zhaixing again, but this time his tone was very firm: "I'm sure about that person's face, that person Wearing all white, and then looks very evil."

Chu Ci Chao Moran, he matched Gong Jiu's appearance with this person's description in the bottom of his heart, and sadly found out that he had hit everything.

Sikong Zhaixing obviously did the same thing, he turned his head to look at Chu Cichao, and asked with some doubts: "I think I know this person."

"Gong Jiu?" Chu Cichao sighed.

The man opened his eyes wide as if he had been awakened, and looked at Chu Ci and nodded: "Gong Jiu...Gong Jiu...Yes, he said that is his name, Gong Jiu, ah!"

As if he had been stimulated by something, his meridians burst and died at that moment.

Even though his medical skills were as high as Chu Cichao's, he couldn't save his life at that last moment.

"He has been bewitched, and once he mentions that person's name, his veins will be broken," Sikong Zaixing couldn't find a smile on his face that was always full of jokes at the moment, he shook his head and couldn't help saying: " Even Brother Chu, he must not be able to bring the dead back to life."

Chu Ci Chao Moran, if the system hadn't banned his attack, he would really be able to, but right now he can't.

There was blood all over the ground, Chu Ci stared at it for a while, then suddenly said, "It's not Gong Jiu."

Sikong Zhaixing raised his eyebrows, and Chu Cichao closed his eyes silently as if confirming something, and then said firmly: "It's not him."

Right now, an interesting incident happened in the palace.

Because someone fell in.

This man did not look like an assassin, he was standing in the imperial garden with white hair, and was staring at a plum blossom in a daze when he was discovered by Ouchi guards. His hand was on the plum blossom, as if he wanted to To break a branch.

However, in the next second, he was stopped directly.

"Who is it!" Ouchi's chief guard yelled.

The fairy-like person turned his head slowly, but he turned out to be extremely young and handsome.

He looked at Ouchi's bodyguard for a while, and then sighed in a calm tone: "Qi looked at the sky at night, and found that today is a good day for face saints." Qi Mingyuan smiled slightly, his expression was serious and gentle, but he said A kind of attitude of an expert outside the world said word by word: "But if Qi Mou has never seen the emperor today, there may be great chaos."