Martial King’s Retired Life

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"Brother Ming, is this eggplant-like seal fatal?"

"It was a minor injury, and it would be like this if you were stung."

"Oh, oh! This guy smells bad in his mouth, um ... what about the red mark on that ear?"

"Let his wife scratch it."

Su Xiao and I were paired with chopsticks, and they flipped over the body as if they were eating food from a hot pot. Because you can't touch the corpses directly, and you are worried about their poison, this is the safest and most convenient way.

Fears and screams came from time to time beside him.

"Spicy eyes!"

"Are there any normal people at the six doors!"

"I can not stand it any more!"

Those guys rushed out of the morgue. Really, isn't it just an autopsy with chopsticks, it's worth such a fuss? Look at Su Xiao, be obedient and obedient.

Several people in the wild warrior fought next to me and Su Xiao. Although they were also afraid of corpses, they were much smaller than the people on the side of Qilinwei and the king, and they were willing to do these abominable tasks.

When it comes to boldness, I still admire Su Xiao most. He looked like a country boy into the city and turned left and right. He was never tired and was not afraid. The cruel beauty girl really deserves its name ... even a few of the people who called it even called ‘female heroes, feminine heroes’.

"Brother Ming, the dregs are gone."

"I asked him to tell Tang Ye that we were here. Even if he didn't do anything to investigate the case, at least the person would have to be on the spot to add his name to the commendation book."

The post-mortem examination with chopsticks worked like a god. Su Xiao and I didn't take long to determine the correct cause of death of the five corpses, and proceeded to the next one.

"Huh? This guy's thigh seems to have something in here. Is it a weapon?"

I glanced and grinned, "That's ... rigidity after death."

"Stiff? What is stiff?"

"What do you mean by that position?"

"Alas!"

Su Xiao suddenly understood, hiding behind me in exclaim, and her fair face turned red: "You, why didn't you say it earlier?"

I said helplessly: "You didn't ask."

But Su Xiao was still a little curious, and the kitten poked her head from behind me.

Hey! Sister paper, you peek!

I shook my head, right, why didn't I become more and more confused about Su Xiao's gender. He is a man, a man ...

Su Xiao looked at the small face and flushed: "If you die, what will it look like?"

"Not necessarily, if it was suddenly killed in excitement, it would be possible. This guy was playing against someone when he died, probably because the fight was elated.

"Yes, that's right, you know so much." Su Xiao lay on my back, lightly as if nothing, and lovelyly said: "That's good, if I can do it."

Oh?

Girl, do you long for strength?

Still, you long for ... kekekeke.

Stop thinking about it, move on. It's really smelly here!

Su Xiao, who was still lazy on my back, suddenly passed over my shoulder and picked up an arm with chopsticks. His eyes lighted up and said cheerfully: "Brother Ming, look at you, there is a wound under his arm! Was he stabbed to death? Ah? The killer used a sword, right? "

I stretched out my chopsticks and pointed at the wound: "No, right, you can see clearly, this wound was pierced by a sharp weapon, but the wound was thin, not a smooth sharp sword but a sharp-edged weapon like Emei's thorn. So ... ... "

I haven't spoken yet, there is an unbelievable voice like a donkey calling spring.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Because it's my eyes! Why can such a beautiful girl do this!"

"Who?" I turned to look dissatisfied.

Only saw a few people walk in at the door. Walking in front should be the person who just spoke. This is a man in his twenties. He has a short body and poor facial features, and he has a familiar face that is often seen in various cafes and pubs.

"You are ... oh!" I patted my head and recognized it. "Just right, I'm almost done. Give me a pot of elbow stew, and a pot of wine. Don't be too picky for a girl who cooks wine, I'm 17 or 8 years old. "

"Who's going to your shop is Xiao Er!"

what?

Isn't this guy the second and sixth son of Dongpolou?

"I'm a Kirin Guard Class A samurai, the first line of silver-Yin Yixian. These two are colleagues on the king's side." Yin Yixian, who looks like all the little gods in the world, growled, "What are you doing? Chopsticks desecrate the remains of the court warrior. "

"Post-mortem."

My tone calmed down, what, not six sons, wasting emotions.

"Why do you pose‘ talking to this guy is a waste of time ’, I cut you!”

I ignored him and looked intently at the last body. This body does not need to be examined anymore, the head is separated, and the fatal part is a knife on the neck. I thought about the fatal injuries I had just collected in my head.

"Six doors, just now

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