Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Jiang Xun was afraid that Yu Miao came from a family of cultivators and would not be used to the fireworks in the market, so he peeled off the zong leaves for him. When he walked a hundred paces away, Jiang Xun took a peek back and found Yu Miao It still looks like the king of Zhou, Wu and Zheng, with a fairy and elegant appearance, but he is holding a bamboo chopstick for wearing rice dumplings, which is funny no matter how you look at it.

So Jiang Xun laughed, twirling the fan in a free and easy circle in his hand, and wandered around the market with confidence.

Jiang Xun didn't turn his head until it was completely dark. He thought he would meet Yu Miao face to face, but he didn't expect that glass-colored shadow to disappear in the stream of crowds and lights.

Jiang Xun was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly felt a little flustered, and subconsciously looked back——

Time stopped, and the candles in the pair of lanterns beside Jiang Xun stopped beating, and the two red dots froze there, like a pair of eyes staring at him.

Yu Miao walked out from behind the stall next to Jiang Xun, and the Guangcheng sword in his hand was out of its sheath, shining like a ray of light like a bright moon.

Yu Miao didn't stay beside Jiang Xun, but raised his hand and flicked him on the forehead as he passed by, then walked forward another fifteen feet, stood still, and withdrew his thoughts.

Jiang Xun's eyes blurred, and when he regained consciousness, he gasped and raised his hand to cover his aching forehead. Before he could figure out where the pain came from, the colored glaze appeared again in his vision. A dark figure stopped in front of a porcelain stall fifteen feet away behind him.

... When did he fold behind him?

Jiang Xun made up his mind and couldn't help laughing.

A Mu: "Xiao Xun, what are you laughing at?"

Jiang Xun coughed, turned around, and strode forward: "It's nothing."

But the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

When he thought of this guy taking advantage of his inattention, speeding up his pace and running around a long way to get behind him, and then pretending to be indifferent and serious, Jiang Xun felt that the picture was too strong.

Amu: ...Should I tell Xiao Xun what happened? I'm so tangled (*/ω╲*)

The lush bamboo forest at the foot of Nanshan Mountain is evergreen all year round, the bamboo sea listens to the waves, and the winding water flows. Such a scenic spot is of course the favorite of literati and poets, but Jiang Xun walked as if he was stepping on a hot wheel, all the way along the path Run up.

A Mu: "Xiao Xun, why are you running so fast?"

Jiang Xun: "Shhhhhh!! Watch out for ghosts, please watch for me."

A Mu: "Xiao Xun, you are so afraid of ghosts, why weren't you afraid when you faced the beauty with a fan face yesterday."

Jiang Xun: "Isn't that because of Yu Jiu?"

Amu: "...[Young man, I think your thinking is a bit dangerous.jpg]"

Jiang Xun was still working hard to climb the mountain, when he felt that something was hooked on his back belt. Before he stepped on the next step, the soles of his feet were empty, and he fell backwards.

Before falling into an embrace, Jiang Xun's "Yin and Yang" was already in his hands, but before he could find a chance to move, a voice sounded like heaven: "There is no one here, why are you running?"

Damn loved ones! !

He almost couldn't control his emotions, and rushed forward like Armani in North Korea when he saw the volunteers: "Yu Jiu!"

Jiang Xun wanted to turn around and look for Yujiu countless times just now, because he was afraid that Yujiu would be obsessed with the distance between the two of them. If he moved a foot away if he got closer, it would be fucking embarrassing. I didn't expect that I didn't look for him. , he himself came to the door.

Yu Miao still had the indifferent face of a fairy in the clouds, and repeated the question: "Why are you running?"

Jiang Xun lied cheekily: "I want to go back quickly."

Yu Miao showed a dissatisfied look: "Shouldn't you go shopping for a while?"

Brother, if you weren't with me, I would have gone back an hour and a half ago, okay?

Jiang Xun saw Yu Jiu coming to the door by himself, so he couldn't help thinking: "Yu Jiu, can I give you a ride?"

Yu Miao: "...Huh?"

Jiang Xun: "...I mean, don't you have Guangcheng. I have been shopping for so long and carried so many things. I am very tired, really."

The two of them kept silent about the matter of visiting the market together. Yu Miao held his sword and took a step back: "Guangcheng does not carry others."

Jiang Xun sat down on the steps and asked, "I am someone else? Yujiu, you have to speak from your conscience."

Yu Miao didn't answer, and looked coldly at the pile of things that Jiang Xun bought. After seeing Jiang Xun's heart was hairy, he said leisurely: "The money I gave you, how many people did you buy? ?”

Jiang Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he burst out laughing immediately: "You, you, you, it's all yours."

Yu Miao didn't give any face, "Rouge is mine too?"

Without blushing, Jiang Xun handed over the rouge that he originally bought for Qin Qiu: "Of course it's yours. Yujiu, you are suave and handsome. If you dress up a little more, you will be truly a heavenly figure."

After listening to Jiang Xun's flattery, Yu Miao held his sword and said calmly: "Thanks to Mr. Qin's compliment, please take back the things. No matter how much I paint and paint, I can't afford to say that I have both sex and art."

Jiang Xun: "..."

Jiang Xun was so choked that he rolled his eyes, and resignedly picked up the big bags and small bags to continue climbing the mountain home, but was dragged back all the way.

Yu Miao pointed at Guangcheng: "...When you arrive at the seal of the Yin family, I will let you in first, and then I will go in after a moment. Understand?"

Jiang Xun understood, and paid high respect and praise to Yujiu's personality in his heart, but when Guangcheng soared into the sky, Jiang Xun immediately lost his mind: "Mrs. !"

Yu Miao standing in front of him seemed to be deaf. Jiang Xun suspected that he was pretending that the wind was too loud to hear.

After all, he still couldn't bear the weakness of his legs, he hugged Yu Miao's waist tremblingly, and whispered in his ear: "Yu Jiu, your uncle is too tall!!"

Yu Miao turned his back to him, the corners of his lips stretched out, and asked in a good mood: "... tall?"

...Yu Miao, who has practiced sword control since childhood, is really incomparable with Yehu Zen, who has become a monk like himself.

Jiang Xun stuck his whole body on Yu Miao's back, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile unconsciously.

And Yu Miao lowered his head, looked at the corner of the bamboo forest, his eyes turned cold for a while, and then he looked back immediately.

Since Qin Mu was so willing to show courteousness to him, he had no choice but to give him the opportunity.But looking at the situation, it would be safer for him to follow him the next time he went out.

……

Zheng Yun, who was following behind Yu Miao and Jiang Xun, stopped walking, leaning on a green bamboo, with a gloomy expression.

Seeing that the son of the Qin family was not defending, he planned to make a quick decision, but today is the best time to do it, who would have thought that the son of the Yu family would be there.

Zhengyun has never met the Yu family, but the name Guangcheng is unknown among the six sects of the immortal world.Guangcheng is a weapon with a divine personality. If there is no extremely strong spiritual root talent, Guangcheng will not unsheath it at all. In other words, whoever Guangcheng recognizes as the master will be the invisible next Yu Family Patriarch.

Zheng Yun gritted his teeth.

The task entrusted by the head of the family has to be done, but one needs to wait for the right time, if it is done rashly, the secrets of the palace family will be exposed...

He was about to go back, when suddenly, a lazy and hoarse voice came from behind him: "Excuse me..."

Zheng Yun's palms suddenly turned cold.

He didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching at all!

The visitor only had time to spit out two words, Zheng Yun couldn't help but draw out his sword, turned around suddenly, and wiped it at the visitor's neck!

There was no expected sound of skin and flesh being cut, no splashing of blood to shatter flesh and blood, the voice still stayed in the back of my head, but it was replaced by another voice, the laughter was sweet, and the voice was filled with a kind of intoxicating beauty: "Excuse me, the disciples of the 'Gong Yu' line don't bring their own brocades, but use swords instead. Why?"

Zhengyun's throat rolled for a while, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only utter a cat-like scream, and fell to his knees at the same time.After several times of pulling, his originally bundled hair fell loose, and he messed it up a few times, revealing the back of his head——

There was a human face, exactly the same as Zheng Yun's, but it was not fully formed, it looked more like a vague tumor, wriggling and growing, only one mouth was clearly formed, and when it opened and closed, it made a sound, It's the same as Zhengyun.

Zheng Yun firmly wedged the back of his head with his fingers, trying to tear off the foreign body, but tore off two locks of hair with scalp, which fell in his palm, dripping blood.

The sound stopped abruptly, Zheng Yun knelt on the ground, nervously stroking the back of his head that had returned to normal, and after confirming that the monster had disappeared, he tightly covered his ears with his hands, trying to suppress the whispers that were still lingering in his mind .

A pair of feet approached slowly in front of him, Zheng Yun was frightened and struggled with all his strength to look at the man's face.

After seeing it, Zheng Yun was stunned.

This person is clearly a man, but he is also an out-and-out beauty, the beauty of the spirits of all things gathered in one body, even the commoner clothes are worn by him with an endless romantic look.With just one glance, Zheng Yun's pain subsided a lot, and he even forgot to ask.

The other party squatted down, looked at Zheng Yun with a smile, Zheng Yun came back to his senses, suppressed the dark fear in his heart, and shouted sharply: "Where are you evildoer?"

The person who came was carrying a black cloth bag on his back, which seemed to be like a row of sheng, but from this person, Zhengyun could not perceive any aura, neither immortal energy, popularity, ghost energy, nor devil energy, he was like a flower. The newly born lotus is pure in nature, but it makes people feel uncertain.

The visitor smiled, circled around without pretentiousness, and reported his family background: "Ying Yisheng."

Because his attitude was too calm, Zheng Yun paused for a few seconds before he understood what he just said.

... Should ... Yisheng?

... Ying Yisheng? !

Ying Yisheng, a traitor of the Gong clan?

Isn't he already dead? !

For a moment, Zheng Yun seemed to fall into the abyss.

He has no doubts, he has no doubts at all, no one can use the palace family Gu technique so freely, no one can easily see through the identity of his palace family members, and most importantly, no one will pretend to be Ying Yisheng , this monster is cast aside even in the magic way.

Zheng Yun lost his voice: "Didn't you already..."

Ying Yi shrugged and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I let you down. However, you also let me down. You really didn't die."

Zheng Yun suddenly went limp. He knew that he was completely finished and couldn't go back, so he had to grit his teeth and tell his heart: "Devil, you should give up your heart, I will never betray the whereabouts of the Gong family! I..."

It was too late for him to finish his rhetoric, and his pupils dilated in an instant.

Ying Yisheng's fingers penetrated his chest cavity, directly inserted into his heart, and grabbed out the living, still beating heart.

The heart seemed to be unaware of the fact that the master was dead, and it jumped like a restless rabbit. Ying Yisheng held the bloody thing and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm not interested in the whereabouts of your Gong family. Come out with a , I’ll kill one.”

After Xiuzhu walked out a figure of Pingting, standing behind Ying Yisheng, looking at him with obsession, the kind of obsession that wished to swallow him and chew him into pieces.

Ying Yisheng threw his heart on Zheng Yun's broken chest, got up and walked down the mountain, with a kind and warm smile in his tone: "Clean up this place. Also, I like the news you brought."

The empress bowed down on one knee, with joyful smiles on the corners of her eyes and brows: "Thank you, Lord."

Ying Yisheng stopped, looked towards the top of the mountain, without even looking at the princess, and bent his eyes: "The Gong family wants Qin Mu, but I want to protect him. You take good care of him until he becomes an adult.... Qin Mu Your body can only be mine."