rebirth favors you alone

Nineteen went to bed very early in the past few days, and lay down early after dinner. Duanmuqing would sometimes read him a storybook, and usually Nineteen fell asleep before finishing a story.

Nineteen was sleepy, Duanmuqing didn't drag Nineteen to do some exercises these days, let Nineteen sleep well.

It was just late at night, the moon hid in the clouds, the sky was pitch black, everything was silent outside, and the house was so peaceful that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Nineteen turned over in Duanmu Qing's arms, moved his ears, and heard some sounds that did not belong to the night.

Nineteen called out: "Master." Duanmuqing had already heard the movement and felt the murderous aura, but all these were dealt with by the hidden guards, so he didn't get up.

Since Nineteen sensed something was wrong, he must go out, Duanmuqing opened his eyes, and pressed Nineteen who wanted to go out.

"There are hidden guards, what are you doing out there, don't catch a cold." Kissing Shijiu on the forehead, Duanmu said.

"But..." Nineteen wanted to say something, but was refuted by Duanmuqing: "Don't be so, you are no longer a hidden guard, just lie down obediently, okay?" Nineteen sometimes can't change the habit of hidden guards , If there is anything to rush forward, if Duanmuqing doesn't look at him, he will go out again.

"Then let's go out after the assassin is caught." Nineteen still didn't give up, wanted to go out and have a look, and talked about the conditions with Duanmu.

"Okay, it's up to you." Duanmuqing sighed softly and listened to his words.

As soon as the words fell, the assassins outside had already arrived in the yard.

The hidden guards stopped the assassin so that they could not get close to the house where Duanmu Qing was. Shen Bei and Leng also heard the faster wind outside early in the morning. As soon as the assassin came, they came out.

Leng had just been kicked off the roof by Eleven, and when he was in a bad mood, the group of assassins gave him vent.

The hidden guards are dressed in black, and the assassins are also dressed in black. It is not easy to distinguish them under the night sky, but the clothes of the dark guards in Qingchenglou have special markings, in order to prevent the enemy from being confused when fighting with the enemy, and the tacit understanding of many years also makes them Can tell which ones are partners.

Leng Leng and Shen Bei usually do not take anyone with them when they go out. They are basically alone without entourage or hidden guards, unlike Duanmu Qing, who appears to be alone but has a lot of hidden guards behind him.But this time they were about to go to the martial arts conference, so they more or less arranged people to be in the dark.

The people from Lengyi Pavilion and Beidou Palace joined the battle together, and the assassin's situation suddenly became unfavorable. Perhaps the person who sent them did not expect that the people here from Duanmuqing would have such a high combat effectiveness. The assassins are all at the upper-middle level , it is a piece of cake for these hidden guards.

Hearing the sound of weapons clashing outside, Nineteen also wanted to go out.Duanmuqing had already dressed Nineteen just now, and Nineteen pulled Duanmuqing's sleeve, "Master, shall we go out too?"

"What are you doing out so early? Hurry up."

"What if the hidden guard can't beat the assassin?" Nineteen himself didn't believe it.

"That's fine, there's still cold and Shen Bei." It wasn't that Duanmuqing didn't let Shijiu go out, it was because Shijiu was sometimes disobedient, afraid that he would get hurt again.

Leng Leng's medical skills are excellent, but his martial arts are not bad at all. He is able to handle many assassins with ease, and among so many people, he can tell which one is Eleven at a glance. After all, he has just been kicked out of the room.

Leng suddenly had a wonderful idea, if he was in danger, would Eleven save him.

Cold beheaded the person blocking the way, and rushed to Eleven. Eleven glanced at him, then ignored him, and continued to chop people with a knife.

When an assassin cuts over, Leng is fully capable of avoiding it, and can even counter-kill, but he didn't. Seeing that the assassin's sword was already in front of him, he didn't dodge. , rushed over subconsciously and blocked the sword for him.

Eleven assassins were dealt with, and the battle was over.Most of the assassins died, and they kept the rest alive for interrogation later.

Leng just wanted to see if Eleven would arrive. He didn't want to hurt Eleven. Eleven's injury was on his left chest, but he didn't hurt his heart. To the hidden guard, even non-fatal injuries are not considered serious. hurt.

Leng was so anxious that he wanted to pull Eleven away for treatment, Eleven avoided his touch, walked to Duanmuqing's door, and waited for Duanmuqing and Shijiu to come out like the other hidden guards.

"Master, the movement outside has stopped." Nineteen pulled Duanmu Qing again.

"Well, well, let's go out."

Pushing open the door, Fifteen and Sixteen had already escorted two assassins to the door.

"Let's talk, who sent you here, why did you assassinate the host?" Duanmuqing took Shijiu by the hand and asked in a leisurely manner, which was in stark contrast to Shen Bei's still cold expression.

An assassin who was kneeling raised his head, and Duanmu leaned in astonishment, "What did you say? You're not Jin Hao?"

"Joke, this host has nothing to do with Jin Hao, who sent it?"

The assassin hesitated for a long time, as if he had to admit a fact: "We are from Chenjiazhuang, and the young master photographed us to assassinate Jin Hao. We killed the wrong person, so we must offend."

"I'm afraid no one will believe this, right?" Nineteen said.

It's just a joke. A group of well-trained assassins stepped on the wrong spot when performing a mission and killed someone else's territory. Wouldn't it make people laugh when they spread the word? Only a crappy ghost would believe it.

Duanmuqing got annoyed looking at them and didn't even bother to ask. He just waved his hand and ordered Fifteen to kill them all. Since he didn't say anything, he didn't need to ask. He sent someone to investigate.

The assassin still wanted to quibble, Fifteen didn't give him a chance to speak, and killed him with a single knife, the technique was crisp and neat.

"Okay, it's okay, should I go back now?" Duanmu rubbed Shijiu's hair and asked for advice.

"Okay." I just asked a few words, it's useless if I can't get out, and Nineteen also feels boring now, I should have listened to Duanmu Qing if I had known.

They entered the house, went to the next room on November to bandage the wound, Duanmuqing also opened a room for the hidden guard, basically no one used it, but the dark guard also needed to rest during shifts.

Leng grabbed Eleven's sleeve and refused to let him go, "Follow me, I will bandage you myself." Leng was in a hurry, Duanmu was here just now, Eleven couldn't go with him, now there is no one else, he has to see Eleven injuries.

Eleven pulled back the clothes that had been held by the cold, and said calmly: "Don't dare to bother the genius doctor, I can deal with my own injuries, so I don't need to use this method to try in the future."

"No, Eleven, listen to me, I didn't want to hurt you, I just wanted to know if I would be saved." Leng Leng hurriedly explained that he actually didn't expect Eleven to rush over so recklessly.

Eleven covered the wound, coughed, and said, "The genius doctor is the master's friend, so the subordinates will save him naturally."

"Eleven, don't be so cold, I was wrong, I was really wrong..." Leng chased after Eleven, trying to follow into the house, Eleven closed the door with a "slap", and Leng was blocked from the outside.

Eleven took off his clothes, and there was nothing wrong with the wound, except that the bleeding was a bit scary. After a simple treatment, he was bandaged and lay down. Twelve took his shift, and now he can rest.

After the cold knocked on the door for a long time to no avail, he stopped bothering Eleven, turned around and left, and come back tomorrow morning.

After returning to the house at nineteen, he was refreshed and didn't want to sleep in the middle of the night. He tossed and turned on the bed. Duanmu Qing was still sleepy at first, but now he couldn't fall asleep either.

"Go to sleep." Trapping Shijiu in his arms and telling him to be more honest, Duanmu Qing patted his butt and threatened, "If you are not honest, we will do something else so that you won't be able to wake up at noon tomorrow."

Nineteen didn't take it seriously, "But I can't sleep."

"Can't sleep? Shall I read you the script again?" Duanmu said.

"I don't, this is all for coaxing children, how old I am." Nineteen was dissatisfied, Duanmu Qing always coaxed him with the tricks of coaxing children.

"You are three years younger than me, in my opinion you are a child!" Duanmu Qing scratched Shijiu's nose and said intimately.

"..." Anyway, I just don't want to hear it.

"This time I'll read you a love story that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods!" Duanmuqing said as the resistance failed, taking the scriptures that he had placed beside the bed beforehand.

After turning a few pages, Duanmu Qing finally found a story that fit his description.

"Once upon a time, there was a woman named Zhinu in the sky..."

As soon as he read a sentence, Nineteen interrupted him, "This is not the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. I don't want to listen to it!"

"Okay, change!" Duanmu Qing also felt that it was boring, what was written in this script!

Before finding the next story, Nineteen suddenly hugged Duanmu Qing's arm, cold sweat was still streaming down his head, Duanmu Qing was frightened, what's wrong, he was fine just now.

"Master, my stomach hurts..." Shijiu said with difficulty, covering his stomach with his other hand.

"Stomach pain?" Duanmu Qing suddenly thought of a possibility, "Fifteen, you go and call the cold."

Duanmuqing originally wanted to call him, but Shijiu was in severe pain, and he was sweating more and more. Duanmuqing wiped his sweat while giving him internal strength to get over it.

The two people's houses were separated by Shen Bei, and the cold came over almost immediately.

"Hurry up, show him what's going on, Shijiu's stomach hurts badly." Duanmuqing pulled through the cold, burning with urgency, if not for his strong clothes, they would have been torn to pieces.

"Don't talk about it, I'm here." Leng walked over to get Shijiu's pulse, his expression was tangled and a little disbelieving at first.Then he checked again, from surprise to conviction.

Duanmuqing could guess from Leng's expression that Shijiu's stomach doesn't hurt as much now, so Leng wrote a prescription and handed it to Duanmuqing.

Duanmuqing ordered to go down and boil the medicine quickly, cold and nineteen said: "Don't worry, you are fine, you will be much better after drinking the medicine." Then he turned his head and said to Duanmu Qing: "Duanmu, you come out, I have something to talk to you say."

"Okay." Duanmu Qing tucked in the quilt for Shijiu, "Go to sleep for a while, I'll call you when the medicine is ready, be good."

"Yeah, I'm good." Nineteen lay down, closed his eyes, and expressed to Duanmu that he was really good.

Duanmuqing gently kissed him on the face, and went out with Leng.

The author has something to say:

Duanmuqing: Once upon a time, there was a little fairy named Nineteen who fell in love with Duanmuqing, a martial arts master...

Nineteen: Just talk nonsense seriously.