The demon leader is back

As he got closer to Xiaolou, Ying Qi became more vigilant.

In the distance, an arm stretched out from the window on the second floor of the small building, waving it up and down, which was particularly terrifying.

Ying Qi pulled the rein, and the speed of the horse slowed down. If there was an accident, he would have more chances to deal with it.

Until he approached, Ying Qi finally saw clearly the owner of that terrifying arm—a woman with a stunning face, who was Yinzhu, the maid beside the leader.

"Come up." The deep voice carried an order that could not be refused.

Ying Qi got off the horse immediately, the voice was from the leader Qin Wuyan.

Why is the leader here?Ying Qi had no time to think about the reason, and hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the small building, but turned around after taking two steps, hugged the waist of the handsome young man on horseback, and hugged him down with both arms: "Follow me."

The boy was dumbfounded, without any reaction.

Ying Qi glanced upstairs, he couldn't keep the leader waiting, he took the boy's hand and walked towards the small building.

Qin Wuyan kept looking at Ying Qi, and saw that he was holding the young man off the horse, and frowned slightly, and then saw that Ying Qi gently took the young man's hand, stood up with a dark face, and pressed his right hand on the On the table, print a deep palm print.

click-

Cracks appeared on the wooden table, and then the cracked lines centered on Qin Wuyan's palm and spread directly to the entire table, with a crash—like a castle built of sand and earth collapsed, directly shattering the ground with slag of wood.

Yinzhu turned her head in surprise, blinked her beautiful eyes, and showed a puzzled look: "Master, what are you?"

Qin Wuyan glanced at her, waved his sleeves, and the sawdust disappeared. With another wave, a complete table appeared in front of him. When the sound of footsteps came up the stairs, he sat down slowly and returned to the previous position. appearance.

Ying Qi stepped onto the small building and pushed open the door. The leader was dressed in a black brocade robe, facing the door, only half of his face could be seen.

The room was still lit for some reason, and the soft fire light shone on the face of the leader, giving people the illusion of tenderness.

Ying Qi paused, tried to suppress the throbbing in his heart, led the young man behind him into the room of the small building, put it beside him, walked up to Qin Wuyan, and bowed on one knee: "I have seen the leader."

Qin Wuyan looked at the shadow guard in front of him who could touch his heart, from this angle, he could only see his drooping head: "Raise your head."

Ying Qi raised her head obediently, her handsome face was serious and dignified, the strange feeling for the leader that popped up in her heart from time to time was suppressed tightly, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.

Qin Wuyan stared at Ying Qi for a while, and when Ying Qi was wondering whether it was because of something he did not do well that made the leader dissatisfied, the leader's unique voice that made the heart beat faster came from above his head: "Get up!" Bar!"

"Thank you, Hierarch." Ying looked at his nose with seven eyes and his heart, "I don't know what the Hierarch's order is for his subordinates? But the invitation is in a hurry? The subordinates must..."

"Who is he?"

Qin Wuyan interrupted Ying Qi without any ups and downs, obviously without any emotions, and his tone was so normal that it couldn't be more normal, but Ying Qi could hear some questioning, he raised his head carefully, and glanced at The face of the leader.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Ying Qi paused for a moment, then realized in an instant, the leader asked the young man he brought back: "He is Fu Qingyan, the young master of the Fu family of Zheyuanmen..."

Qin Wuyan tapped the table lightly and interrupted his shadow guard's report again, even with a hint of displeasure, his voice became a little deeper: "I know!"

Ying Qi lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Qin Wuyan stared at Ying Qi without moving a single bit. Seeing him like this, he suddenly felt a little irritated for no reason. It had been a long, long time since he had such a big mood swing: "I want you to go Sending invitations, why do you bring such a burden?"

Qin Wuyan leaned forward/body slightly: "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to him?"

Ying Qi raised her head abruptly, her stern face was filled with astonishment, her beautiful black eyes were filled with confusion: "This subordinate... doesn't like masculinity..."

It was difficult for Ying Qi to speak. Just after he said these few words, he caught a glimpse of the leader’s face, and his heart trembled. He didn’t know why he made the leader angry again, so he quickly speeded up his speech: “The leader of my Shengjiao Music Hall has been vacant for many years. , Fu Qingyan's qin skills are the best in the world, and this subordinate just wants to recommend him to the leader, and try to be the head of the music hall."

Originally, Luo Yu, the fourth son of the Shenxue Building, was the number one piano player in the world, but a year ago, a massacre occurred in the Fu family of the Zheyuan Gate, and the young master of the Fu family showed his ghostly piano skills. The position of number one in piano skills fell to this young master.

"Master of the Music Hall?" Qin Wuyan's eyes fell on the beautiful young man standing quietly in front of the wall, the other's empty eyes did not have any light, he was already a walking dead.

Fu Qingyan, the youngest son of the Fu family of the Zheyuan Gate, was amazingly talented. A native of Dian, the monarch of the Dian Kingdom feared the power of the Zheyuan Gate and sent a large army to suppress him. His parents, brothers, and relatives of the same clan all died tragically. Under such despair and grief , Fu Xiaogong used his own piano to play a masterpiece in the world.

A piece of qin music killed 5000 troops of the Dian Kingdom. The remaining [-] people were shattered and no one could move. Young Master Fu laughed up to the sky, his voice was sad, and he threw the piano in anger. He walked towards the Dian Army while laughing. Passing through it was like entering no one's land, and then he began to cry loudly until he walked out of Dian Kingdom, his soul seemed to flow out together with his tears, and he turned into a walking dead.

Now, only the delicate shell is left, and the inside is already empty.

With a hook of Qin Wuyan's fingers, a thread of water was picked out from the porcelain white water cup on the table in front of him, it condensed into ice in an instant, the thread of ice fell between two slender and powerful fingers, and was shot out with a whoosh.

The ice thread flew across Fu Qingyan's cheek, nailed into the wooden wall behind him, penetrated and disappeared, leaving only a small hole.

Beads of blood appeared on Fu Qingyan's pale cheeks, leaving along the skin, and his empty eyes were still empty. Even if someone cut off his head with a knife, he would not come out of his own world.

Qin Wuyan glanced sideways at Fu Qingyan, who was like a puppet, and then stared at Ying Qi: "This kind of thing will be the master of my temperament hall?"

Ying Qi didn't bother to boast that his master's skills had improved to a higher level, and glanced at Fu Qingyan: "Master, there is no one in this world who is more suitable to be the master of the Yinlu Hall than him, and my subordinates are sure to cure him, as long as... ..."

"Ah Qi." Qin Wuyan's voice was soft, even a little gentle, "Do your job well, and your orders are what you should do, understand?"

Ying Qi raised his eyes to look at Qin Wuyan, the face that imprinted deeply in his heart felt strange at the moment, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when he met the leader for the first time.

The sky and the earth were white, he was smashed into the snow, looked up at the delicate boy who looked like a snow elf, colder than the heavy snow and cold wind around him.

Ying Qi felt his heart twitch, his nose seemed to be blocked by something, and he was still a little astringent. He would rather the leader be as indifferent to him as before than face the way the leader looked at him now.

"This subordinate...knows his mistake." Ying Qi knelt down slowly, "I ask the Lord to punish me."

Ying Qi didn't kneel down, instead, a powerful arm hugged his waist, Ying Qi raised his head in surprise, still puzzled in shock: "Teacher, Master?"

Ying Qi saw the expression on Qin Wuyan's face clearly, and trembled in his heart: Is the leader... angry?

He had never seen the leader so angry.

"Punishment?" Qin Wuyan raised the corners of his lips and sneered, and in the sneer was irritability and anger, the hand wrapped around Ying Qi's waist unconsciously exerted force, and Ying Qi let out a soft snort unexpectedly.

"What's wrong?" Qin Wuyan didn't have time to hide his worried affection, and the silver candle quietly standing beside the window as a decoration at this moment let out a "puchi" laugh without winking.

The leader immediately said angrily: "Silver candle!"

Yinzhu immediately lowered her eyebrows and looked down, pretending to kneel down: "This subordinate... I know my mistake, please ask the master to punish me."

It's really distressing to see the wronged and pitiful appearance.

However, it seems to be somewhat similar to which scene just now?

Qin Wuyan's handsome face darkened a bit: "Get out!"

Yin Zhu immediately stopped kneeling: "Yes!"

Holding the window with one hand, she jumped out directly. The red gauze was flying, which was very beautiful.

Qin Wuyan stopped paying attention to his subordinate who was out of order and always wanted to make trouble, looked at Ying Qi, coughed lightly, and tried to make himself more serious, to be more dignified by the leader: "Ah Qi, the matter of the master of the Yinlu Hall is very important to you. As far as my holy religion is concerned, it is indeed not a small matter, and Fu Qingyan is indeed suitable...Of course, he used to be suitable, but now..."

Out of the corner of Ying Qi's eyes, he saw the leader lowered his head and stared at him, and quickly answered: "Yes, what the leader said is true."

After Ying Qi finished speaking, he immediately lowered his head again, and then saw the hand of the leader hugging his waist, his face was expressionless, but he felt a little troubled in his heart: Did the leader forget to take it away?If he reminded, would it be too deliberate and not good?

Qin Wuyan laughed, and rubbed his fingers on Ying Qi's waist to let go: "If you have anything to do, you can contact the teacher, you don't have to do it yourself, Fu Qingyan's matter... I know you want to share my worries, but you don't have to let me know." You worked hard, do you understand?"

Ying Qi took a careful look at Qin Wuyan: "Yes, thank you for your concern, Master."

Qin Wuyan flipped open the cup that was upside down on the table, lifted the teapot to pour water, hot air rose up, and a piece of tea fell into the cup, the green color was particularly pleasant.

The leader personally brought the teacup to Ying Qi's mouth: "After drinking this cup of tea, let's go. I asked Yinzhu to prepare the horse and ride on that horse." The leader paused, "Fu Qingyan stay here."

"Yes!" Ying Qi hesitated for a moment, seeing that the leader did not intend to let go of the cup, she lowered her head and drank the tea from the leader's hand.

The moment he drank it, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Ying Qi's mind: The leader, he...wouldn't have drugged the tea again, right?

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