Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

A tear fell heavily, and Aotian, who was standing under the crowd, was startled.

Aotian raised his head politely and successfully made eye contact with Duke Wei, whose eyes were blurry.

Aotian, who was distracted a second ago: emm...

It shouldn’t be that serious... Just because I, Aotian, failed to respond to you in time, you are so upset that you cry!

It tried to recall what the uncle had just said.

He smacked his dog's mouth and belatedly accepted the compliment, while at the same time correcting himself: "Awooo!" I'm a dog, thank you!

The confused middle-aged man was brought back to his senses by Aotian's shout.

He squatted down, his serious face filled with a loving but slightly stiff smile, and he placed his large palm on the dog's head, which was like the back seat of a bicycle, and rubbed it.

Praise from the people who love the house and the dog: "What a well-behaved and intelligent dog."

Aotian: "Ah..." You human...

Aotian widened his eyes, quickly turned his head, and blinked vigorously at his master. This human had good taste, and he liked him very much.

Fu Guanci: “…”

Although he didn't know how this man and the dog fell in love with each other, based on his many years of experience, this was definitely the beginning of an irrelevant story.

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"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and get in the car!"

While the masters were greeting each other, the servants escorted the tightly tied Qi Mu towards the carriage.

Qi Mu deliberately took very small steps, as if taking advantage of the fact that the group of people were talking and their attention was not on him, and began to deliberately delay time.

He knew that this was his last chance. Once he was put in the prison where the prince kept prisoners, it would not be his own business to escape.

Qi Mu was not worried that no one would save him. You know, his existence was extremely important to Wuying Pavilion, and nearly half of the tasks in the pavilion were completed by him.

Even for the sake of profit, Wuying Pavilion would not let him fall into the hands of the prince so easily. At most, they would think of a way to exchange him back with other benefits without offending the prince.

Moreover, before he took action, he had already arranged for people to support him. If they did not return on that day, it would mean that he had failed in his mission.

Being rescued is one thing, but the price would definitely make him live a life worse than death. Moreover, as the number one killer of Wuying Pavilion, he has lost all face after this incident, and the people under him may no longer be convinced by him.

He didn't want to face such a situation unless it was absolutely necessary.

After thinking this through, Qi Mu clenched his fists tied behind his back and vigilantly analyzed the situation around him with his eyes.

The servants behind him were not to be feared, but from the last fight, it was clear that he was no match for the people from the Sun and Moon Valley. If he tried to break free from the ropes now, he would surely be captured in even more brutal ways.

When he thought of this, Qi Mu felt that the unspeakable part of his body began to ache again.

Although the wound has healed, it has caused permanent damage to his heart.

But he couldn't try to escape, because these perverts wouldn't let him go!

Even though he was of no use at all, they took the trouble to bring him back from the border and even healed his wounds.

Qi Mu felt a chill in his heart. How many perverted methods were there in the martial arts world? Could it be that this group of evil doctors had taken a fancy to his body? !

Yes!

Otherwise, why did those two men, who were so powerful, hit him in that place?

Qi Mu felt that he had realized the truth. Every minute and every second before him was an extreme test and torture for him.

Is this the tragic state of mind of those handsome men in the world when they are killed?

I thought you wanted my life, but it turns out you just wanted my body!

Qi Mu stared at the people in front of him, his back gradually soaked with cold sweat.

Think quickly... Is there any way to get him out of this predicament unscathed...

His gaze moved inch by inch, and finally stopped on Duan Tinghan who was sitting in a wheelchair.

It's him.

The young master of Xicheng Marquis’ Mansion!

Is this the culprit who murdered Ying'er's own son?

I heard that all the diseases he had since birth were cured by Sun Moon Valley, and he even stepped on Ying'er's child to get to the top, becoming the youngest disciple of Sun Moon Valley.

In an instant, a way to save himself emerged in Qi Mu's mind.

So what if I am a disciple of Sun Moon Valley? I have just become a disciple, what can I learn?

Besides, he was sitting in a wheelchair and had long been a disabled person. Not only was he not to be feared, but he could also be the most useful hostage for him at the moment. As long as he could threaten the people in Sun Moon Valley and make them afraid to take action, he would have a way to escape.

At that time, silencing this scheming villain could also avenge Ying'er.

Qi Mu raised his head suddenly, his eyes were cold. His arm muscles tensed, his internal force surged, and the rope tied around his wrist broke into several pieces in an instant.

[Qi Baicao, now is the time! ]

He just pointed his toes, his body became light, and his speed was incredible, and he ran towards the crowd.

The attendant behind him staggered after being freed and screamed: "Not good!"

It's a pity it's too late.

Qi Mu controlled Duan Tinghan's wheelchair with both hands and smiled coldly: "This man is in my hands. If you want him to live..."

Before he could finish his harsh words, Duan Tinghan, who should have been sitting in a wheelchair in panic, stood up calmly and walked briskly towards his companions.

Everyone: "..."

Qi Mu: Meow meow meow?

Qi Mu's smile froze, and he looked at the people who were staring at him with a look of fear and confusion: Damn it! You're not lame, why are you sitting in a wheelchair!!!

Are you sick? You guys are really sick!

Shen Zhinian glanced at him with some disdain: "His wound hasn't healed yet, and he still wants to sit in a wheelchair?"

"Probably..." Fu Guanci commented calmly, "A true warrior dares to hurt his own wounds."

Shouldn't you be lying down?

He Qingyu asked suspiciously: "Are the prisoners from the outside world so arrogant and domineering?" They don't even want to walk, and they want to steal his disciple's wheelchair?

"Can I get something else to steal?" Duan Tinghan pretended to be patient and lowered his eyes. "This is the first gift my senior sister gave me... Even if my legs have been healed, I can't bear to see it lying in the warehouse uselessly."

Hearing this, Shen Zhinian suddenly realized from his strange point of view: "The robbery actually happened to us!"

Duan Tinghan shook his head and said sympathetically, "Perhaps this uncle's wound is too painful, and he can't bear it because of his old age... Senior sister, please don't give me a bad reputation."

Everyone: Oh... Such a strong tea aroma...

What kind of attack is this? It seems to be considerate, but in fact it stabs the opponent in the heart.

Didn’t you see that this unknown person’s face is so distorted?