Jianghuke

Within a day, Chi Heting packed the wooden box full and threw it back to Gu Miao.

"Look, is it the same as the ones you had before?"

Gu Miao poured out one, put it under her nose and smelled it, then threw it into her mouth like eating jelly beans.

"Hey!" Chi Heting couldn't stop him in time, watched him swallow his modified, more poisonous pill, immediately grabbed his neck, and said sharply, "Spit it out!"

Gu Miao's face was flushed from being pinched, and she struggled desperately to catch her breath, but she refused to open her mouth.

Chi Heting tossed and tossed for a long time but couldn't make him spit it out, so he let go and said, "Do you want to die or live? If you want to die, pay the bill first."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Gu Miao coughed for a long time before she recovered her breath, her face was so ugly that someone had punched her, but she explained briefly, "I often take this medicine."

Chi Heting: "???"

He thought of those decoctions that were almost ineffective before, and then thought of the countless black witches who died in the hands of Chi Die, suddenly had a vague guess in his heart, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Are you not afraid of poison?"

Not uncommon.

Black witches work with poison all day long, and they are more or less resistant to poison. The stronger the poison they can resist, the stronger they are, and the easier it is to manipulate the poison.Otherwise, he would have been poisoned to death before he could get an extremely poisonous substance.

But I have never heard the rumor that Chidie is a black witch, he is not afraid of poison, there should be another reason.

"Poison is useless to me." Gu Miao narrowed her eyes, as if seeing him for the first time, and began to look at him seriously.

The young man beside the bed had sharp brows and star eyes, a high nose bridge, and a well-defined outline. He was born with a smiling face, and when he was not smiling, he seemed to have a casual smile, which easily made people feel close.

The preparation method of this pill is many times better than those rough and crude ones before. Not only has the ratio been adjusted, but also blindly added in, so that the toxicity of the six poisonous herbs can be more fully exerted.

Gu Miao glanced at him again, and said, "Are you a black witch?"

"I don't dare to be a black witch." Hearing the word "black witch" from him for the second time, Chi Heting said calmly, without changing his face, "I'm just a quack who sells fake medicines, and I happen to be somewhat interested in poisons. That's all. To hang out in the Ling Zhuzhou, you must have some tricks to suppress the bottom of the box, otherwise why can you still be alive and kicking around?"

Seeing him categorically denying it, Gu Miao was a little uncertain.

He was seriously injured, and after only a few words, he was too tired to think about it, so he stuffed the wooden box under the pillow and shrank back into the quilt.

"Wait a minute, don't rush to sleep." Chi Heting didn't expect this guy to be sleepy as soon as he said he was sleepy, so he took out a purse from his arms and shook it, "I will settle the bills for these few days first, 20 taels."

Gu Miao was about to fall asleep. Hearing this, she barely raised her eyelids, recognized that it was her purse, and said vaguely, "20 taels? Why don't you grab it?"

When he opened his eyes, the butterfly birthmark also moved slightly, and the hazy and tiredness flowed with the eyes, and a lazy and charming attitude appeared out of thin air, gently scratching someone's heart.

Chi Heting took half a step back calmly, a little further away from the disaster, and said, "I really want to. Thanks to you old man, all the forces gathered in Ling Zhuzhou now, including the number one sect Fang's Xuanzong , How dare I go out to pick up the work? In case I kick the iron plate blindly, I can’t eat and walk around.”

"Are you short of money?"

"lack."

Gu Miao turned over, lay on her back and closed her eyes to rest her mind. After a while, she whispered softly as if dreaming: "... Chidie is very valuable."

Xuanzong is worthy of being the number one sect, with generous moves. Not only did he directly send Gu Miao to the top of the reward list after the First Battle of Changhenya, but the price added was not money, only a line of words: "We will do our best to meet your request."

This kind of price is unique, and then Gu Miao spent three years without incident with this level of reward. During this period, he did not delay killing the black witch, and the reward got bigger and bigger.

I don't know which side is more shocking.

Chi Heting didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "I don't accept this kind of debt repayment here, and I can't even sell myself."

Gu Miao: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that he didn't mean it that way, but also felt that Chi Heting's heart was like a mirror, and he was putting it here to pretend to be confused with himself. After turning his dull thoughts a few times, he suddenly picked up the words in the previous sentence. One word: "Take the job? Kill people and sell goods to buy life and wealth. If you don't open for three years and open for three years, what kind of money do you lack?"

Chi Heting raised his eyebrows, and said, "Although I, Chi, was deceived by selling fake medicines, I still have principles in accepting jobs. Because... so, I just can't get jobs like this. Why don't you open any pots? Which pot?"

Gu Miao was completely relieved of sleepiness, got up and put a cushion on the head of the bed to lean on, and asked, "What principle?"

"Don't do things that confuse black and white, don't do things that are devoid of conscience, and don't do things that go against your heart." Chi Heting counted them one by one with his fingers, and finally added, "I still don't think money is too lazy The ones you pick up don’t count.”

"..." Gu Miao laughed, the butterfly birthmarks at the corners of her eyes trembled, almost flying, and there was a hint of freshness on the pale and sickly face, which was really beautiful, "That's it? You can get a job There are ghosts."

Chi Heting: "Stop talking nonsense, will you give the money or not?"

Gu Miao: "If I say no, I don't have the strength to take it back."

Chi Heting weighed his purse in satisfaction, turned his head and left without the slightest bit of shame about his bandit-like behavior.Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to take Gu Miao's words "I don't have the strength to get it back" seriously. This guy must have hidden his cards to escape, otherwise he wouldn't have used the bounty to test himself outright before.

But Chi Heting didn't want to know about this hole card, nor was he interested in finding out.

But we meet by chance, so why bother to get to the bottom of it.

With the money he got from Gu Miao, he got up early and went to the market, filling up his empty kitchen.

In the days that followed, the door of Baicao Hall was still open, customers were still slaughtered, and fake medicines were still sold.

It was locked up for five full days before, and it was inevitable that someone would come to inquire about it. Chi Heting all used the rainstorm to prevaricate the delay in collecting herbs in the mountains. Although he went to the noodle shop next door and found out that he had just bought a bowl of Yangchun noodles before the rain. .

The hush money is indispensable, but it's not out of my own pocket, so I don't feel bad.

Fortunately, the past half month has been relatively peaceful.

Gu Miao's injury healed very slowly, ordinary medicine didn't work, and she had to endure it all by herself, sleeping sleepily on the bed all day long.In order to get rid of this evil god as soon as possible, Chi Heting pondered for a whole night, and began to cook soup for him in different ways.

Under the crabapple tree in the backyard, there is a small clay stove with a clay pot simmering on it and soup in it.

The soup is clear and has a strong aroma. The soft and rotten radish pieces are rolling with the soup, and the pork ribs that have been boiled until they are soft, and then sprinkled with finely chopped green onions, Chi Heting couldn't hold back , I first filled a bowl and tasted it.

He had been eating vermicelli in clear soup for a long time, and the delicious taste of the bone broth almost made him cry.

Gu Miao smelled the aroma and walked around, then said calmly, "The food is good."

"It's not only good, it's quite good!" Chi Heting saw that he was not interested in any food, and warmly served him a bowl, "Would you like to try it?"

Gu Miao took it, finished eating with a blank face, got up and went back to the room to continue sleeping.

Chi Heting didn't believe in evil, so he changed to fish head tofu soup the next day.

When the milky white thick soup is stirred gently, only pieces of white and tender tofu can be stirred up, which melt in the mouth; the fish meat is stewed in the soup, leaving only a little light-colored isinglass, without any fishy smell.

Gu Miao's expression was the same as the day before, she ate slowly and slowly, put down the bowl and went back.

Chi Heting: "..."

He persevered in stewing soup every day, and sometimes brought some flower cakes and pastries from outside.Gu Miao never refuses anyone, but she always looks indifferent when eating, neither saying good nor bad, and her expression is not even as lively as when chatting.

In the first few days, Chi Heting occasionally went to the house to dig him up from the bed: "Gu Sanshui, the soup is ready, get up and eat." Gu Miao then sat up sleepily, put on his coat and came out.

Over time, gradually, Gu Meiren began to appear under the crabapple tree on time, sitting on a small bench beside her, holding her chin, waiting for him to serve her soup.

Once or twice is okay, every time like this, Chi Heting always feels weird, like a cat living under a tree, waiting for his meal every day.After thinking about it, he stuffed the spoon and bowl into Gu Miao's hands, and said, "Gu Sanshui, don't you have any hands yourself?"

Gu Miao: "Return my purse to me."

Chi Heting silently took back the spoon and filled a bowl for him.

There was really too much money in that purse, not only in silver, but also in gold, and Gu Miao really didn't look like someone who would make money.

Chi Heting drank a few mouthfuls of soup, and suddenly asked: "Those were snatched, right?"

"Yeah." Gu Miao admitted generously, "Not many black witches are poor."

"……maybe."

Gu Miao looked at him: "You are so poor that you don't look like a black witch, I must have misread that day."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Chi Heting choked on his astonishing speech, coughed until tears came out, and then he couldn't laugh or cry, never thought that one day he would be categorically said not to be a black witch because he was too poor, " I can thank you."

Gu Miao stirred the pieces of meat in the bowl with a spoon, suddenly felt something, looked at the shadow of the dancing flowers above her head for a long time, and said in a low voice, "The wind is going to blow up."