The concubine must be obedient and obedient

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Shang Shiqi ignored the old man, took out a thumb-sized bamboo tube from his bosom, walked straight to He Lanqing, and asked her to sniff it lightly.

The old man stared at Shang Shiqi who was ignoring him with his cloudy eyes, he was not afraid of what Shang Shiqi would do, the Ruanjinsan was his own unique secret, how could he crack it easily.

Indeed, Shang Shiqi really didn't want to crack that soft tendon powder right now.

"Little baby, give me a palm!"

With the wind in the palm, accompanied by internal strength, the cold breath seemed to aim at Shang Shiqi's face. Shang Shiqi wanted to dodge, but then thought that if he dodged by himself, He Lanqing would be injured.

---- With this palm, you will be brain-dead if you don't die.

I don't know why, but I can't make up my mind to get out of the way and leave He Lanqing alone, and subconsciously blame it on the pot of tea.

Shang Shiqi pushed He Lanqing away, turned his head slightly, and tried his best to stay away from the windy palm.

"You old man, come at me if you have the ability!" Artest was already knocked down by the old man's entourage, but he still yelled unwillingly.

"Huh?" The old man's heart was focused on the dagger, and he didn't have much concentration. In addition, Shang Shiqi was much taller than him. If he tilted his head like this, he would hit his shoulder at most and be shot by Artest. Shouting like this, he tilted his hand and hit Shang Shiqi's chest.

"Uh." Shang Shiqi snorted, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

A black handprint was printed on the originally clean skin on the chest. With a shake, a white steamed bun rolled to the ground, and the other steamed bun had already been smashed to pieces along with the clothes on the chest by that palm. left.

Most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.

He Lanqing couldn't help raising her lips and chuckling.

"Can...it's actually a boy?" The muddy old eyes stared at the white steamed bun on the ground, not knowing what expression to make.

Shang Shiqi couldn't help but glanced at He Lanqing, seeing that she was also looking at him, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

He coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, put the thumb-sized bamboo tube under his nose and sniffed lightly, took out a pack of medicinal powder and quickly tore it apart, unlike the original medicinal powder, these medicinal powders permeated the air with a sticky smell. Thick feeling.

"Ah... help..." The old man's entourage fell to the ground pinching his neck, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak, the exposed skin gradually turned blue.

Cui Zhu and Artest's expressions were not very good either.

"You...what did you do..." The old man pinched his neck, only feeling that his breathing was not smooth, and his chest was getting tighter and tighter, as if he was about to suffocate.

Shang Shiqi smiled, didn't answer the old man's question, walked to Artai and Cuizhu one by one and asked them to sniff the bamboo tube, and the expressions of the two improved a lot in an instant.

The old man desperately adjusted the gas in his body, and had no time to care about what Shang Shiqi was doing.

Shang Shiqi went to the side of the old man's entourage again, saw him staring at him in horror, smiled slightly, knelt down and asked him: "Do you know why you are the most uncomfortable?"

The old man's entourage looked at Artest and stared at Shang Shiqi with wide eyes in horror.

Shang Shiqi was not annoyed, and smiled gently, "Because he is not strong, and he is wearing a mask..." Saying this, he pulled the man's mask off, and in an instant, the entourage's black lips Spilled foam.

"Want me to help you?"

Seeing that he still had a way out, the man squeezed his neck and nodded vigorously.

Shang Shiqi looked at the person lying on the ground pleadingly looking at him, felt inexplicably happy, and evoked a bloodthirsty smile.

A white light flashed, a stream of blood spurted out from his neck, Shang Shiqi didn't dodge it, and splashed all over his body.

"Help you die early and live early."

The dark green outfit became even darker due to the soaking of blood, and the exposed skin on the chest was covered with black handprints and spots of blood.

"You..." Seeing that the situation was not right, the old man pounced on He Lanqing regardless of his unstable breathing.

"Ah----" the old man screamed.

Shang Shiqi casually threw the dagger towards the old man, the entire blade of the dagger pierced into the old man's body, blood flowed out in pools.

"Does this thing look familiar?" He walked to the old man with a sneer on his lips.

"Yue...Yue Baijian? You are from the Yue family!" The old man looked at the handle of the knife in horror.

Shang Shiqi didn't answer.

"You, you are Yue Xiaoqi?!"

Shang Shiqi raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect him to guess.

"Who sent you here?"

The old man didn't answer, and got angry in a panic.

"Yue Aotian?" Shang Shiqi slowly turned the handle of the knife.

"Ah - it's...it's him!" The old man's forehead was dripping with sweat.

Shang Shiqi got the answer and nodded in satisfaction.

"Fine, you..." You can go to hell.

Shang Shiqi's hand on the handle of the knife suddenly stopped.

----Why is there such a strong killing intent all of a sudden?

Shang Shiqi remembered that when he was 19 years old, he started not to accept the task, quietly waiting for death, and his murderous aura also subsided when he was [-] years old.

----Then, there is only one possibility.

Shang Shiqi narrowed his eyes dangerously, and asked the old man, "How did you practice the exercises?"

"Murder...cannibalism..." The old man replied with a trembling voice, seeing Shang Shiqi's face getting darker and colder, he was too frightened to say any more.

---- Sure enough, it was because of that palm.

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He Lanqing looked at Shang Shiqi with a complicated expression, and opened his mouth, "You..."

"This person will be handed over to the princess." Shang Shiqi pulled out the dagger, ignored the old man's painful expression, got up and wanted to straighten his clothes, but looking at the shabby clothes, he really didn't know where he came from. Start tidying up, put your hands down.

Shang Shiqi looked coldly at the old man clutching his abdominal wound and quietly healed his wounds, and warned, "Don't try to escape."

The light gray smoke gradually dissipated, and Artest and Cuizhu gradually regained their strength.

"Thank you, Mr. Yue, for saving your life!" Artai bowed his hands and thanked Shang Shiqi. In the arena, the strong are respected.

Shang Shiqi nodded to him, glanced at He Lanqing who had been hesitant to speak, and said with a strong smile: "Your Highness, there is no need to thank you, this is considered a meeting ceremony."

"That's it, then I won't say anything else." He Lanqing looked at the palm print on his chest, pursed her lips, wondering what she was thinking.

Shang Shiqi glanced at his still aching chest, took out the golden sore medicine, tore it up and sprinkled it on his body for a little treatment, even though he knew it might not be of much use.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Shang Shiqi took a few steps, bent down to pick up the tea pot on the ground, without looking back.

Shang Shiqi paused, didn't hear the answer from the person behind him, and walked away with a sigh of relief.

"Princess, just let the son-in-law go away like this?" Cuizhu said unwillingly, rubbing the neck injured by the old man's entourage.

He Lanqing glanced at the direction the man was leaving, raised her hand and rubbed Taiyang's acupoints.

---- I was careless.

"Your Highness, the son-in-law is really powerful!" Artest sighed.

"A-Tai, escort this man and return home."

"Cough..." Shang Shiqi stopped, his breath was unsteady, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and for some reason, the princess's eyes made him feel guilty for no reason, and sometimes his face was expressionless. tired.

---- There should be no one here.