The night was very deep.
Normally at this time, Meng Qingqian would be exhausted after a long day of government work.
But now, she is wide awake.
Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door, and Meng Qingqian received a bell.
He Yunxiao's eyes widened, "You, this..."
Holding the bell, Meng Qingqian smiled and said, "Young Master He, I heard my father tell me about the origin of this bell when I was a child. He even gave it to me as a toy. Isn't that a coincidence?"
He Yunxiao said with a wry smile, "It is quite a coincidence."
jingle!
The long-awaited Soul Eater bell rang!
He Yunxiao was in excruciating pain and collapsed to the ground in a sorry state.
In fact, He Yunxiao could already grit his teeth and endure the pain from the Soul-Devouring Pill, but in order to reassure the girl who wanted the antidote, he added a lot of theatrics to the performance.
Meng Qingqian carefully observed He Yunxiao and realized that his appearance could not possibly be faked. She immediately put down the bell and took the initiative to help He Yunxiao up.
"Young Master He, how are you? Does it hurt?"
He Yunxiao: The dog's antidote rang its bell and then pretended to be all innocent.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Veteran People's Artist He Yunxiao begins his performance.
Meng Qingqian personally poured He Yunxiao a cup of tea, helped him drink it, and then untied the rope binding his hands.
"Young Master He, please have a seat," Meng Qingqian said with a charming smile, pointing to the seat next to the tea table.
He Yunxiao looked at the girl who had just received the antidote with a strange expression. Had this girl taken the wrong medicine? She was just about to fight me to the death.
"Sit down," Meng Qingqian said again.
"oh."
“Young Master He, we’ve exchanged secrets, so we’re practically in the same boat now.”
He Yunxiao stepped on the gas, "A boat is no use, I need a bed."
Realizing he had said the wrong thing, He Yunxiao turned around and apologized, but the girl who had the antidote, Li Qingmeng, still had a smile on her face.
"It's nothing," Meng Qingqian forced a smile.
Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.
He Yunxiao pondered the matter, considering the stakes between himself and the antidote, and realized that he had nothing that would make the antidote fawn over him.
Expanding the scope, what things related to yourself are needed for the antidote?
The Marquis's residence, the military tally!
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