The demon leader is back

Qin Wuyan waited anxiously, two or three small flowers were embroidered on the bottom of his trousers, and Ying Qi hadn't come over yet.

Qin Wuyan watched Ying Qi spinning around in place, knowing that his little shadow guard had lost his way, sighed distressedly, provoked Chai to disappear, and appeared directly behind Ying Qi.

Squeak, squeak... The firewood hanging on the shoulder pole makes a rhythmic tone, from far to near.

Ying Qi stopped suddenly, and the footsteps behind him and the melodious and rhythmic beat came over, allowing his tense muscles to instantly adjust to the state of ready to go, while he was alert to possible dangers, while listening to the voice, his heart felt And involuntarily relax a little.

Shadow Seven has completely lost sight, there is no distinction between front, back, left and right, only the sky and the ground, a normal person falls into complete darkness, the longer the time passes, the more flustered he becomes, the fear of being in the boundless dark abyss, as if he is the only one left in the world , The darkness is full of human-eating monsters.

"Little brother, where are you going?"

The sound seemed to explode in the ear, and a beam of light seemed to pierce the darkness, connecting Ying Qi with the world.

Ying Qi subconsciously made a movement of a blind man to listen: "Is this elder brother from the village in front?"

"Oh yes, this is it, little brother?"

Ying Qi hid the poisonous needle between his fingers, but there seemed to be a warm spring breeze on his face: "Brother, can you help me take the younger brother there? My eyesight is not good, and I don't know the way here."

Ying Qi suddenly noticed that the wood picker next to him approached him and took a look: "Oh! How can such a good-looking guy..." As he spoke, he seemed to realize that this was not very good for a blind man, so he stopped immediately mouth, interrupted with a laugh, and said enthusiastically, "I'm from that village, and I'll take you there."

"Thank you, big brother." Ying Qi stretched out his hand and said, "I'll help big brother carry the firewood."

Ying Qi stretched out his hand in the air and fumbled in a daze. Seeing how pitiful he was, the middle-aged woodcutter quickly reached out and grabbed it: "No need, no need, you can't do rough work just by looking at the delicate skin and tender flesh of this little brother... Little brother, You must not be a rich man who sneaked out from some family, right?"

Ying Qi smiled and said nothing.

The big woodcutter sighed "Hey": "Have you been bullied at home? That kind of rich family has a lot of dirty things... Don't say it, don't say it, look at your big brother's mouth , can’t speak, don’t take it to heart, huh?”

Ying Qi shook his head, and continued to play the role of the quiet, weak, disabled and beautiful boy who ran out of the house after being bullied. The moment the woodcutter grabbed him, he shook his head backwards, and that action was similar to that of a drowning man grabbing a life-saving stick. It's as if the driftwood was tightly hugged, and people can't help but feel distressed when they see it, but in fact, it was Yingqi who wanted to confirm whether the woodcutter knew martial arts. After he grabbed it tightly, he felt embarrassed. Let go, without revealing any flaws at all.

With just this, Ying Qi confirmed that this is a real woodcutter, but he didn't relax completely, the poisonous needle hidden in his hand was still hidden between his fingers.

Holding the firewood, Yingqi followed the middle-aged woodcutter to the village.

Within a few days, the long-abandoned house at the entrance of this small village has been cleaned up, and the whole village knows that a good-looking young man lives in this house, but it is a pity that he is blind.

However, even a blind man couldn't stop the girls in the village from looking at him and blushing when they passed by.

Ying Qi settled down and was about to start training, but there was an extra neighbor next door, and the new neighbor directly interrupted his plan.

Ying Qi lived in an abandoned house near the entrance of the village. Originally, he was the only house around and had no neighbors, but no one expected that a real rich man would come to this small village. I didn't like it, but I just fell in love with the Fengshui treasure land next door to Yingqi, and built a new house here for no reason.

The new rich son heard that he went back to his hometown to recuperate, and he was still dumb.

"What are you doing here again?" Ying Qi was sitting in her own home, her face was not very good-looking, although she couldn't see the uninvited guest on the opposite side, but it didn't hinder the presence of the uninvited guest on the opposite side, she always reminded Ying Qi who was sitting opposite her The culprit who disrupted his plan.

The "culprit" knocked on the table and made a thumping sound.

Ying Qi's face darkened, this new neighbor is a mute, every time he said something, the mute would knock on the table to respond, not knowing what it meant.

Is it because he is blind that he likes to come over?Ying Qi's two eyebrows twisted together became even more tangled.

The weak and sickly dumb son ran to such a remote village to recuperate, no matter how he thought it was abnormal, Ying Qi was wary of him, but he didn't feel any malice from him, such a feeling of being indifferent made him Annoyed.

Moreover, he didn't come here to rest. This sick man has been bothering him. How is the training plan going?

When Ying Qi was thinking about tying up the dumb boy and stuffing it in the pigsty in the backyard, he suddenly heard the sound of the other side getting up and hitting the stool, and then hearing the dumb boy's footsteps approaching him.

Ying Qi subconsciously became alert, but the approaching peach blossom fragrance made him dazed for a moment, the fragrance was ethereal and rootless, as if it was his illusion.

In such a dazed moment, the mute sick man had already grabbed Ying Qi's hand, and Ying Qi was about to break free when he felt a finger land on his palm, swiping twice like a feather.

Ying Qi froze instantly, this was the first time they had physical contact in several days.

Then, Ying Qi quickly realized that the dumb sick man was writing in the palm of his hand: I know a little about medicine, let me help you look at your eyes.

Ying Qi's heart was like a rock, and he was indifferent to this ambiguous kindness: "I once sought out a famous doctor, but even the famous doctor was helpless. If you know a little bit about medicine, let's forget it."

This is not euphemistic at all, but Ying Qi is telling the truth, when he had eye problems for the first time, he has already sought out several famous doctors one after another, but no one can find out what is wrong with his eyes.

But the dumb and sick young man was not angry, nor did he give up, he hooked Ying Qi's palm as if to flatter him: Let me try.

Shadow Seven: "..."

Ying Qi withdrew his hand with a flick of his arm, and said indifferently and unkindly: "No need!"

But the dumb and sick young man seemed to have not heard it, and went directly to Ying Qi to look at it.

A faint inexplicable aura enveloped him, making it inevitable for Ying Qifu to push away the person in front of him reflexively.

Bang bang!

Two consecutive sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground stimulated Ying Qi's ears. The first sound was the sound of a solid wooden stool being tripped over, and the second sound was the sound of a person falling to the ground.

"You..." Ying Qi frowned subconsciously, "Are you all right?"

It was quiet around, and there was no response.

Ying Qi regretted embarrassingly as soon as she asked, the sick man is dumb, how could he respond to him.

Thinking about the fact that this sick young man had never done anything to him, and he still had a familiar aura about him, these made the indifferent and ruthless deputy leader soften his heart for the first time, and stepped forward to pull up the dumb sick young man.

After a while, Ying Qi broke the silence between the two: "...Sorry."

The palm was held up again, and the fingertips belonging to another person landed on the palm: It's okay, I'm leaving.

A strange feeling flashed in Ying Qi's heart, the feeling of grasping something but not grasping it made him uneasy.

Why do you feel familiar with this strange sick boy?

Before the order of consciousness arrived, Ying Qi had already moved his hands and feet, and caught up with the sick man and grabbed the sick man. He couldn't see, and grabbed the sick man's arm indiscriminately.

Ying Qi's hand slid down the arm he was grasping, landed on the end and held a hand tightly, and carefully placed it in the hand to explore the slightest heartbeat in pursuit of the flash of inspiration.

His slender and strong fingers burned into Ying Qi's heart like burning coals, he hesitated and hugged the person he grabbed.

The mute sick boy had a sluggish face and was tightly bound by a pair of arms. He didn't know what happened, so he could only twist slightly to show his resistance.

The weak resistance was ignored, but Ying Qi seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and quickly let go of the person in his arms, and even backed away again and again, as if he was frightened by something.

He is the leader!He is the leader!

Ying Qi didn't know if there was any inappropriate expression on his face, only this sentence echoed in his heart.

Like locusts flying over the sky and covering the sky, swallowing all the distracting thoughts in Ying Qi's mind in an instant, the world is vast, leaving only the peerless and magnificent leader imprinted in his heart.

Qin Wuyan silently looked at Ying Qi with a blank and dazed face, wondering what his little shadow guard had discovered, and where those beautiful but out-of-focus eyes fell, it was pitiful and pitiful.

Qin Wuyan, who was pretending to be a mute and sick son, looked down at his hands: Could it be that Ah Qi discovered my identity?

The leader looked at the poor little shadow guard, thought for a moment, and decided that no matter what Ying Qi found out, he should be given some time to calm down now.

So, Qin Wuyan stepped forward and took Ying Qi's hand, and wrote in his palm: If there is nothing wrong, I will leave.

The fingertips that were as light as a feather seemed to be drawn into his heart, and Ying Qi held that hand back the moment he separated from him: "I...you..."

Ying Qi's heart beat like a drum, she opened her mouth, but her mind went blank, she didn't know what to say.

The temperature of being held in the palm of the hand is like the scorching sun, it is hot and painful, but it is reluctant to let go.

Ying Qi found that his mouth moved by itself: "Please help me look at my eyes."

After finishing speaking, Ying Qi's sluggish nerves finally regained consciousness, and quickly let go of Qin Wuyan's hand, and stammered, "No, I mean..."

Suddenly, something soft brushed against her cheek, and all the voices were stuck in Ying Qi's throat, as if after a cycle, the touch came back again.

The subtle breath sprayed on the eyelashes, and the other person was close at hand, as if he could kiss the other person with a slight movement.

What is the priest doing?By the way, help me see my eyes.

But why are the eyes so close together?

No, no, that's how the eyes should look.

Ying Qi was thinking wildly, the tips of his ears were dyed bright red, and his body was stiff as hard as wood.

Qin Wuyan glanced at the color on the tips of Ying Qi's ears, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips, but he didn't dare to make excessive movements, for fear of scaring his shy little shadow guard.

The leader took Ying Qi's hand: There is no problem with the eyes, and it will be fine soon.

Ying Qi nodded subconsciously, he believed everything the leader said.

Qin Wuyan continued to write: I'll go first.

Yingqi didn't nod this time.

"Young Master?" A pleasant voice came from the courtyard, it was Yin Zhu, Qin Wuyan's maid.

Yin Candle was also disguised, her voice was not her original voice, she came in with a plate of exquisite pastries, first greeted her young master, and then put the pastry in front of Ying Qi: "I made some snacks, if you don't mind Just try it."

Ying Qi directly picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, looking like he didn't know what he was doing, all the perceptions in his body seemed to be only the two clasped hands.

Qin Wuyan stared at Ying Qi's slightly pale lips, and his heart seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, crisp and numb, and flowed through his whole body in an instant.

It took a while for the leader to look away, reluctantly let go of the little shadow guard's hand, and then left Ying Qi's room with Yin Zhu.

After leaving Ying Qi's courtyard, Qin Wuyan stared blankly at the maid beside him: "Yinzhu, what did you put in the pastry?"

Yinzhu smiled dignifiedly and elegantly: "It's aphrodisiac/medicine, Master."