I bent the devil

Song Qingyi forced himself to go home with Gu Jiu calmly, and used the excuse to go back to the room to change clothes. When the door was closed, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

In order not to stain the clothes and the room, he deliberately vomited into the teacup.

Maybe it was because he didn't hold back, but the depression in his chest felt much more comfortable because of the blood spitting out.but……

Song Qingyi sat on the chair, casually wiped away a little bit of blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, leaned against the back of the chair and looked up at the beam in a daze.

No matter how superb the swordsmanship is, it can't match the half-movements of someone with inner skills.It's almost like being hit, and if the opponent's internal force is urged, he will suffer serious internal injuries.

It may even be like tomorrow, the other party is just standing opposite him...

His expression was slightly gloomy, Song Qingyi had learned perseverance and composure in his childhood life, he knew very well that he had long missed the best opportunity to practice martial arts, and martial arts was not what he was interested in.

But in Gu Jiu's eyes, he obviously loves martial arts, so he specially bought that sword for himself.But in fact, Song Qingyi would practice martial arts every day, just to have more capital to save his life.

Many times, many things, if intelligence can solve them, he doesn't like to use force.

Using force, in his view, is the last resort.

When he had just escaped from that vicious doctor, he had been in the position that he couldn't even pick up other people's dregs for a long, long time.Even the beggar leader in the ruined temple where he stayed every day unexpectedly saw him once, and wanted to...

However, how could such a disgusting thing succeed?

Song Qingyi, who was not even eight years old, had already killed someone at that time.And solve two at once.

One is the beggar leader who has disgusting thoughts about him, and the other is the beggar who beat him the hardest.

He took his chances, strangled one, and framed the other.Get rid of the two of them cleanly.

From then on, Song Qingyi felt that it was more interesting to use hands and brains, as if using brains.

only……

The slender hand caressed the sword case on which the sword was mounted, and the unevenness could be felt under the fingertips. Because it was a black sword case, even if there were lines on it, it would not be easy to be seen.I don't know what the person who carved the complicated patterns on this black lacquered sword box was thinking...? !

Frowning slightly, his fingertips slightly left the sword box, hanging in the air at an inaudible distance.

Song Qingyi fixed his eyes on the black sword case with some uncertainty.

He didn't rush to find out, but changed his clothes first, opened the door, and then slowly sat back at the table, using the light from outside the door to carefully look at the sword box.

Small, floating objects that are not necessarily seen in ordinary times floated and floated in the beam of light, and some slowly fell on the black lacquered sword box at a nearly static speed.

He touched the sword case again with his fingertips, but the unevenness he felt before has disappeared, and it has become the same as usual, smooth as a mirror.

It seems that what I just noticed between my fingertips is just a hallucination caused by internal injuries.

Song Qingyi closed his eyes and lowered his eyes slightly. After seeing the trace of dried up blood remaining on his fingertips, he didn't even think about it. He directly stained some blood from the cup still on the table, and then reapplied it on the sword. on the box.

Fantastic things just happened before my eyes.

Those dark blacks that seem to have sucked in all the light sources are actually changing at a speed that Song Qingyi can see, just like the black paint on the sword box suddenly awakened because it sucked Song Qingyi's blood, flowing, gathering Together, it becomes a... font visible in sunlight.

Song Qingyi looked at the words and recognized them one by one. As he studied them, his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

This is?