sbdcsierra Chapter 258 Crazy Gong Yuanzheng
Chapter 258 Crazy Gong Yuanzheng
After searching the people in the cell, Zhang Xueming went to the corridor outside the cell area and searched the three people in the back mountain, not even letting Young Master Yue go.
She found the silver bracelet with a skylark pattern on it that she had seen in the Moon Palace. She thought it was specially brought to the Moon Palace to accompany him on his journey tomorrow.
And Young Master Yue was actually wearing a silver-white bracelet made of some unknown metal, on which was engraved a bright moon and a skylark.
As soon as Zhang Xueming saw the silver bracelet, he felt inexplicably excited, as if he had come across a rare delicacy. The feeling of hunger did not come from his stomach, but from his soul. He was drooling and wanted to put the bracelet into his mouth immediately.
You can tell there's a problem.
Zhang Xueming resisted the urge to bite the bracelet, threw it into the box, closed the lid, and put it into the storage space.
Suddenly, an illusory blue window popped up in front of me: [Congratulations on recovering 1 system fragment. Absorbing alien energy, it will take 2 hours. Please wait patiently.]
Zhang Xueming's preparations for a fierce battle with the force that he imagined would launch a desperate counterattack failed.
She read the system prompt with mixed feelings, then picked up Xue Zhongzi by his belt with a blank face, and put him on the wooden bed in another cell. She also carried the other three people in one by one, put them on the ground, and locked the door.
Returning to the cell where Gong Yuanzheng and Gong Shangjiao were placed, she heaved a sigh of frustration, pushed the two brothers who were lying side by side inside, and sat down next to Gong Yuanzheng.
The alien energy would be cleared after two hours, which meant that Gong Yuanzheng and Gong Shangjiao would not wake up until then. She had a bug in her learning space, which meant that she could not enter this space while another one of her was brushing up on skills.
In two hours, she can do something...
Zhang Xueming's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Gong Yuanzheng's hand, thinking it would be a good idea to use her internal energy to take care of her young master's health.
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"Master Zheng."
"Master Zheng?"
Gong Yuanzheng suddenly came back to his senses, looked expressionlessly at the guard standing at the door who was calling him, with a sinister look in his eyes.
The strange guard trembled with fear and lowered his head, not daring to look at him: "Master Zheng, Master Zhiren has ordered you to go to Zhiren Hall immediately."
"Yeah." Gong Yuanzheng responded but did not move.
Looking around, he found the furnishings familiar; it was his private study room in the pharmacy of the medical clinic.
Looking down, he saw a brown liquid in a ceramic bowl in front of him that was emitting hot steam. He was holding a stirring stick in his hand, and the liquid on the stick was dripping down.
The sky outside the window was gray, and it was a freshly snowed day with fine snow falling.
Gong Yuanzheng's memory told him that yesterday his brother Gong Shangjiao received urgent news that a certain base outside the valley had problems, so he left the palace in a hurry after lunch and would not be back for a while. Today was the day for the bride to be selected to enter the palace, but it had nothing to do with him, a man who had not yet reached adulthood. He had an inspiration and stayed up all night in the private research room of the medical clinic and pharmacy.
But Gong Yuanzheng always had a strange feeling in his heart: the time was wrong, he shouldn't be here, and he shouldn't be here alone. He seemed to have forgotten something, something very important to him, more important than his life.
He lowered his head to think, but could not find the slightest clue in his memory. The feeling became stronger and stronger, accompanied by a rage that came from nowhere, burning him all over. He wanted to shout and scream, and wanted to tear and smash everything in front of him.
On the surface, Gong Yuanzheng merely frowned and brought the tip of the stirring stick close to his nose and sniffed.
Oh, it’s this kind of poison.
Boil until the water is dry, scrape off the powder and put it into a small bag made of fish glue, and stuff it into a hidden weapon containing a small amount of gunpowder.
The hidden weapon was thrown out and exploded after hitting the ground. The sprayed powder would form dark yellow smoke, and those who inhaled it would feel a stinging pain in the throat and lungs, dark bruises on the skin, abdominal pain, dizziness, and stagnation of internal energy. If a martial artist was hit, he would be unconscious in half a quarter of an hour at most, and those who did not know martial arts would take less than half a quarter of an hour.
It is ineffective for people who have taken Baicaocui, such as Gong Ziyu, Jin Fan...
wrong.
Gong Yuanzheng tightly closed his eyes, the gloom between his brows was frighteningly heavy, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, smiling strangely and fiercely.
Inspiration struck, and he made a poison at random. He knew the efficacy and symptoms without even trying it? Why was he so sure that Jin Fan had taken Baicaocu?
Gong Yuanzheng was sure that there was something wrong with his memory.
Did he poison himself during a test and his memory became disordered, or was it some demon or monster that tampered with his memory and erased his important memories?
The guard didn't look up, didn't see the strange smile of the Palace Master of Zheng Palace, and mustered up the courage to remind him: "Master Zheng, Master Zhi Ren and the Young Master are waiting for you."
Gong Huanyu has been imprisoned in the dungeon, what's the point of having a young master! And now Zhi Ren is his brother, so what's wrong with going later?
This thought suddenly popped up in Gong Yuanzheng's mind.
He couldn't help but open his eyes wide, as curious as a child who had found a new toy, and wanted to remember what he had forgotten as quickly as possible.
However, the next second, he was shocked to feel his mouth opening and closing: "I know, let's go," and his body walked out uncontrollably.
I was so shocked and angry along the way that I couldn't express it in words.
When he arrived at the Blade Holding Hall, Gong Yuanzheng saw Gong Hongyu sitting on the high blade holding position. His memory told him that this was reasonable, but his brain whispered: This bastard who included the Wanhua Tower Wufeng Nest in the list of palace gate's secret bases and married the Wufeng assassin as his step-wife deserved to be angered by Gong Ziyu to the point of having a stroke and lying on the bed gasping for breath.
Looking at Gong Huanyu standing at the bottom of the stairs, he thought: You are pretending to be a decent person, trying to kill your father, fake your death, and use Gong Ziyu as a puppet, and you want to frame me, but in the end, it's all in vain. Although I am very happy that you brought down the father and son in the Moon Palace who have a close relationship with the Wufeng Assassin, but you sneaked into the Zheng Palace to kill me, causing Zhao Zhao to fight you regardless of his health...
Wait, Zhao Zhao? Who is Zhao Zhao?
The feeling of having forgotten something that had been lingering in his heart was suddenly swept away, and the involuntary shock and anger also vanished. The huge joy from the bottom of his heart rushed up with a "boom", making his eyes a little sore.
Gong Yuanzheng bowed and asked, "Master, what can I do for you?"
He couldn't find any memory of this person named "Zhao Zhao", and he was afraid that he would forget it again, so he called out "Zhao Zhao", "Zhao Zhao", "Zhao Zhao" over and over in his heart...
The whole person seemed to be divided into inside and outside, each doing its own thing.
Gong Yuanzheng ignored what Gong Hongyu and Gong Huanyu said or what he responded to. It was not until he left the sight of those people that he felt his body was back under control.
He left the mountain path and slipped swiftly into the woods.
There was no one around, Gong Yuanzheng covered his face and laughed, "Hahahaha".
The laughter was so wild and crazy that the whole person was laughing so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
"Interesting! Interesting! Is this really my body?" He laughed until his whole body was shaking. "Zhao Zhao! Zhao Zhao! Zhao Zhao!"
He called out the name, louder and louder, like a madman. His right index and middle fingers suddenly bent into a claw shape and he dug hard into his eyes.
Sure enough, a second before his nails touched his eyeball, his hand suddenly stiffened and he could no longer move forward.
Gong Yuanzheng maintained this strange posture, with the corners of his mouth raised high, but his eyes were silently red.
He called out with great grievance: "Zhao Zhao..."
Tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
In a trance, he seemed to hear a clear and pleasant female voice saying, "Ayuan, don't be afraid, I'm here."