I want to know who killed me

What Shao Ting wrote was a plot in one of his serialized articles.

Although just a paragraph of text can't judge whether this novel is attractive or not, Zhu Sheng can tell that it can only be written by people with certain literary skills.But isn't the rumored Young Master Shao an ignorant playboy?It is said that before being sent to the Devil's Cult, a good senior brother "eloped" once.

Shao Ting didn't know the past of the original body at all, and looked at Zhusheng with some expectation, waiting for him to publish his post-reading reflections.

Sensing Shao Ting's eager gaze, Zhu Sheng put down the manuscript paper, glanced casually at the piece of paper that Shao Ting was pressing with his hands, and then paused with a smile on his face.

——Shao ​​Ting is a handsome guy, smart and witty.

Zhusheng: "..."

Shao Ting lowered his head following his gaze, his expression froze, he quickly crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it back.

Then he asked nonchalantly, "What do you think of what I wrote?"

Zhu Sheng's expression change was actually only a few seconds. Hearing this, he squinted his eyes and smiled, "Madam's writing style is really good, but Siwenguan needs at least [-] words to accept the manuscript. Madam, please continue to work hard." Picked up the bookstore.

It is only [-] words, which is just a drizzle for Shao Ting, who used to change [-] words a day. If there is a well-made character set and outline, he can finish it in two hours, and it is the intensive one.

Shao Ting didn't feel the slightest pressure.

The night was getting dark, and it was time to go to bed. As a servant, Zhusheng slept in the servant's room next door.Shao Ting lay down on the bed, and after Zhusheng extinguished the candle for him and left the room, he opened the interface of the Lujiang system in his mind.

Then start coding like crazy.

Shao Ting had nearly four years of writing experience before time travel, accumulated a lot of materials, and had a few settings that he was interested in but hadn't had time to write.Unexpectedly, when the godhead was first determined, he came to the ancient times inexplicably. It can be called a sad reminder after a thousand years of Taoism.

Shao Ting started writing out of interest at first, and becoming a god was just an accidental reward.

If he hadn't been able to become famous at that time, Shao Ting believed that he could continue to generate electricity for love, and even be a hard disk party, so that now he is writing alone, Shao Ting doesn't find it difficult.

In order to cater to the three views of the ancients, Shao Ting modified and reshaped a novel he had written before with the background of the ancient rivers and lakes. In just one night, he used the system to list a relatively complete outline.

As a result of indulging in creation, Shao Ting completely forgot about the people in the secret path.

But even if he could remember, he probably wouldn't go. After all, the two meetings were not very pleasant.

Because he didn't go out for a run in the middle of the night, and he did what he loved to do, Shao Ting was in a particularly good state of mind the next day. He woke up naturally when the sun was fully rising at about seven or eight o'clock, and then ate First breakfast in days.

Then, a whole day of codeword routine began.

After laying out the white paper and holding the brush, Shao Ting sat down at the desk, called up the Lujiang system in his mind, and began to code.

At first, everything went smoothly. He didn't have to worry about how to control his arms when he was typing. He just kept his thoughts flowing and swung his fingers freely. He wrote for half an hour without knowing it.However, when he planned to stop halfway and relax his eyes, the sequelae appeared.

Shao Ting, as the master of the three-day shift, naturally has nothing to say about his hand speed.

The fastest time has reached [-] per hour. Although it is not as good as those male frequency masters at the finish line, it can still be ranked on the Lujiang River.

But Shao Ting forgot that he is typing in consciousness now, and his hand is actually writing with a brush.

Let me ask, can his fingers still recover after writing madly with a brush for an hour?

The answer is naturally no.

Shao Ting held his cramped right hand and fell down on the table, weeping with regret.

He is so stupid, really, he only knows to write more when he is full of inspiration, but he doesn't know how to consider the actual situation... Damn, his hand hurts so bad...

Just at this time, Zhusheng came in with tea fruit, seeing Shao Ting with a distorted expression, he was very puzzled: "Ninth Madam, what's wrong with you?"

Shao Ting didn't have the nerve to tell the stupid things he did, but he just said that he had written too much and was a little tired and wanted to lie down for a while.

Zhu Sheng looked at the manuscripts on the corner of the desk, the stack was not too thin, and it only took half an hour... This Ninth Madam is really different from the rumors.

"Zhusheng, I want to go out to bask in the sun." Shao Ting said suddenly, "I've been bored in the room these days, it's almost suffocating me."

Zhu Sheng pretended to be surprised and said: "But madam, didn't you go out two nights ago?"

"..." Shao Ting coughed dryly, and said cheekily, "I was just hungry in those two nights, so I went out to find some supper, and didn't run around."

Zhusheng let out a long "oh".

Shao Ting looked into his eyes and felt that although Zhu Sheng was not very happy, there was no strong objection in his eyes, so it was very possible that he could go out.

Sure enough, Zhusheng agreed to his request: "It's okay for madam to bask in the sun, but it's better not to run around. There are many institutions in the teaching center. If madam is not familiar with it, it is easy to get hurt."

Shao Ting said helplessly, "I won't run around."

Zhu Sheng turned a deaf ear and recalled: "It seems that the fourth wife was hit by a trap because of running around, and a leg was smashed."

Shao Ting: "..."

Didn't he just want to go out for a walk, as for threatening him like this?

Shao Ting angrily followed the bamboo fungus out of Wuzhu Garden.

Since the previous two trips were in the middle of the night, and with a clear destination, Shao Ting did not have the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.I have to say that the environment of the Devil's Cult is really not bad, especially in this era without a lot of pollution, the natural scenery is even more beautiful and charming.

Moreover, the Devil's Cult is very different from what he imagined.

It is not so much a mafia organization as it is the inner house of a rich man.

Shao Ting followed the bamboo fungus to a place that looked like a garden, and entered the courtyard. Most of the surroundings were flower gardens, full of colorful flowers, and Shao Ting couldn't name any of them.In the center of the garden, a small pond was dug, and there was a small pavilion in the pond, connected by a small arch bridge, which looked very elegant.

However, Zhusheng immediately poured cold water on him: "Ma'am, be careful, these flowers should not be touched randomly. Although it is not poisonous to mention one kind alone, if their pollen is mixed together, I don't know what the consequences will be." .”

Shao Ting suddenly lost any interest in admiring it.

Because of Zhu Sheng's warning, Shao Ting didn't even dare to take a big breath, and even had the urge to cover his nose.In the end, he just swayed around the garden with the bamboo fungus, expressing that he still prefers to stay in the room.

Zhusheng led him back.

But when he was close to the gate of the courtyard, he stopped suddenly.

Shao Ting noticed that his face changed slightly, and was about to ask, when he saw a young woman leading two snowy and lovely girls into the garden.

The woman was about 25 or six years old, with a sweet face and a pink dress.

And the two little girls she held in her hands were also pink and jade-like, and they looked like a pair of sisters, the older one looked a little indifferent, while the younger one stared at Yuanyuan. With almond eyes, he looked at Shao Ting curiously.

Before Shao Ting crossed over, he had no resistance to cute little things, let alone two living little lolitas.

He squatted down almost immediately, so that Luo Li didn't have to look up at him so hard, and said with a smile: "Little sister, what are your names?"

The younger Loli blinked her big eyes, and said softly, "Xiao Ping'er."

The slightly older Loli didn't say a word, but slowly raised the hand that was not held.

"Sister Yaxiang!" There was a trace of anxiety in Zhusheng's tone for the first time.

Shao Ting looked up at him in surprise.

Then I saw the young woman called "Sister Yaxiang" gently tugged at "Big Lolita"'s hand, and gave her a negative look.

"Big Lolita" curled her lips, and withdrew her hand regretfully.

Zhu Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although it is still open to question whether the Ninth Madam did it meticulously, but if the Eldest Young Master killed the unaccompanied wife before the leader came back, it would be difficult to explain.Thinking of this, Zhu Sheng hated iron for being weak, this Ninth Madam is really dumbfounded and crippled, she dared to call the young master her younger sister!

Shao Ting was stared inexplicably.

Zhu Sheng saw that he hadn't reacted yet, so she had to mention something: "The leader has a young master and a young lady."

Hearing this, Shao Ting blinked, then blinked again, and finally realized, staring at the two little girls in front of him in disbelief... no, it was a little girl and a little lady.Only then did he realize that only one of the two little dolls was wearing a skirt, while the other was wearing a boy's hair accessory, although the clothes had no obvious masculine features.

Shao Ting immediately felt apologetic.

When he was a child, he was spoofed by his parents to wear women's clothes. He knew the pain of being misidentified as a gender, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, little brother, brother, I didn't mean it. I apologize to you."

Hearing the word "little brother", Xiao Zhengtai's eyes flickered, and his empty hand tended to be raised again.

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