The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 844 Ch.843 The Poison
"These foreigners are becoming more and more unruly..."

The man wearing a small six-combination hat grumbled quietly.

The enchanting woman in his arms, with a pair of light and slender fingers, stroked the buttons of her clothes as she laughed seductively.

A wide low mahogany table was placed on the couch. On it was a sandalwood burner with a lion-head pattern, an old oil pipe, two bundles of oil paper bags, and a porcelain cup.

There were some candied fruits and green cakes piled on the wide plate, and the man was holding a broken-toothed "Jie Xin Ru Yi" (itch scratcher) in his hand, tapping it against the woman's crossed thin legs from time to time.

He hummed an opera, and from time to time he stretched his neck and stuck out his mouth like a mosquito seeing thin skin, took the jade mouth that the woman handed to him, took a few deep breaths and enjoyed it, then leaned back on the soft couch with blurry eyes and tilted his neck.

"The master was furious."

The woman clenched her fist and punched the man's legs again and again. The force was applied to the legs, but it hit the man's heart.

"That's right to get angry." He glanced at the woman, took off his hat and put it on the edge of the couch, and his tone became a little higher: "This is called rude! The master is of low status, and they are not qualified to serve tea to guests? Do you know any principles?"

The woman did not bargain with him, but coaxed him in a gentle manner.

"Don't get too angry and get yourself sick."

The man laughed: "You know my body."

He grasped the soft hand and squeezed it against his heart.

"You are the only one who cares about people."

The woman glared at him, then let the man pinch her and put a bite into his mouth to enjoy.

"When we get to Nandu..."

She hesitated and drew out a long note, but smartly stopped talking.

The man knew what she meant.

"Why, you don't use your energy on me enough, and you're still thinking about your sickness that should have died long ago?"

He dusted off his coat, let go of his hand, snatched the pipe from the woman's hand, and started smoking.

The woman saw that he was not afraid of Qiao and snuggled into his arms with a charming smile.

"My God..."

"You can do it now. Look, what is this?"

He changed his hand and took out a cloth bag from his pocket, threw it to the woman, and nodded to her to open it herself.

It's half a jade pendant.

It was not the kind of piece that had been cut and polished beforehand by a craftsman and then put together by a lover in two halves - it was smashed into pieces in the blood mud, the patterns on the pendant were blurred, the damaged parts were sharp, and red appeared in the green.

The woman touched the vulnerable part with her fingertips, saying nothing, and crying.

Seeing her like this, the man became more and more annoyed.

"I told you at the beginning that if you want to follow me, you have to follow me together. What, do you regret it?"

The girl with tears in her eyes forced a smile, but as she smiled, she lowered her head and sobbed.

She always held that half of the jade pendant in her hand.

"When we get to Nandu, I'll beg you, sir," the man sighed, turned his pipe around, and slammed the bowl twice in front of the tray: "You know exactly what crime your man has committed. He doesn't know what's good for him. How many favors have I used for this matter?"

He spoke hatefully and pinched the woman's face with his fingers.

"ungrateful."

The woman was embarrassed by her pinching, her beautiful eyes slightly scolded: "Master..."

After getting the promise, he stopped crying and smiled, twisting his snake body to greet him kindly.

"Go, go, go. I have to meet someone today to ask about that golden eye." The man was annoyed by her and laughed: "You, if it weren't for my doting... have you seen the women in the village?"

He puffed on his empty cigarette but felt unsatisfied, so he filled another pack.

He spoke while pressing the tobacco paste.

"Contacting demons, practicing demon arts, and associating with rebels. These are all crimes punishable by death. If I didn't feel sorry for you, tsk..."

"You are so nice, Master."

After filling the ointment and lighting the fire, the man took the tea bowl and sipped a large mouthful, then he sat back on the pillow with satisfaction. "No matter how good I am, I am not as good as you think," he smacked his lips and said sarcastically, "Prepare a few more dowries."

"What are you talking about?" The woman scratched him with her nails, scratching his heart: "I think that Golden Eyes is not a good person, don't make the master angry."

"You know how to look at it," the man chuckled a few times and glanced around: "...Exactly. I went to visit him with the master yesterday, but nothing good came out of it. I heard that he was from there, just like the 'Guardian'..."

The woman's dark eyes flashed, and she also whispered: "Chang Gengsi?"

This name seemed to freeze the oil lamp a little, and the thin flame shrank a little.

"Be careful!"

A trace of fear flashed across the man's face, and then he said angrily: "They are all ruthless people! If it weren't for the evil people who were causing chaos and treason and harming the country, how could they allow these dogs to be so domineering!"

The woman chuckled a few times: "Is my master still afraid of them?"

"I am also a mortal," the man said without exaggeration. He patted her shoulder and sighed, "After all, we are of the same origin. If I hadn't followed Master Basotai, I'm afraid you and I would not have gotten any good results now..."

He squeezed the woman's soft flesh.

"You've caused me a lot of cold shoulder because of this matter."

"Bah." The woman spat and pushed his hand away. "What ass. If you don't want to, just let me cry until I'm dry. Where else can I fly to?"

The man smiled awkwardly, "I don't blame you. After all, I am kind-hearted. Now that I have your body, I must fulfill your wish - you need to have some hope in life... I have to say this in advance. You have to promise that when you have a way to survive, you won't think about him anymore."

The woman said coquettishly: "I gave it to you a long time ago, who are you still thinking about?"

After he finished speaking, he looked sad again.

"I'm afraid that the gods and Buddhas in the sky will dislike me, so I'll suffer after I die. For those who are unfaithful, their bones will be cut into pieces and boiled into soup..."

The man patted her arm somewhat unhappily.

"My woman is just waiting to tear down the gods and break the immortals, and then extract their bones to make soup."

"Puh, puh, puh, what nonsense are you talking about?" the woman exclaimed, and hurriedly covered his mouth: "It's your fault for trying to fool me!"

"Hey."

The man laughed evilly: "What gods, what immortals. I don't think they can withstand the sound of artillery fire. When those rebels are eliminated, I will follow the old man to rise to prominence..."

He embraced the woman and kissed her.

"Just wait and see."

The woman lowered her head and turned the jade bracelet on her wrist, saying in a neither-so-positive way: "Did they remove them completely? There were only so many guards..."

The man raised an eyebrow. "How much do you understand? If those bark-eating untouchables were taught magic, it would cause a huge mess."

The woman didn't understand.

Even if there is a huge chaos, it is better than trying to please the foreigners right now...right?

"It's better to give some to the Westerners than to change the world. How much can they take after crossing the sea? Can they hurt us?" The man tapped the woman's eyebrows with his finger. "But if everyone in the world has magic, you see, I will be the first one to suffer... How did rebellion come about?"

He snorted.

"When people have the ability, they will want to do something extravagant."

"Who are you talking about?" the woman glanced at him.

"Stop making trouble," the man said with a grin, "Look at that leg of meat. I'll mix it with mud and stomp out the oil, and I won't let the untouchables get it... You..."

knock knock.

The sound of knocking interrupted the speech.

The man narrowed his eyes, glanced towards the small window inside the house, and made a gesture to the woman to keep quiet.

then.

He felt his way down to the ground, put on his shoes, and walked carefully towards the wall.

"…who?"

(End of this chapter)