from the crane

Yang Zhaoge looked indifferently at Gongsun Wen who was lying on the ground, the veil on his face was splashed with fresh blood. At this time, he was like Yama climbing up from hell, making people shudder.

Jiang Yin saw her walking like herself, and said coldly, "Give her to me."

Trembling uncontrollably, Jiang Yin stammered and said, "She, she just turned four years old today..."

"I know." Yang Zhaoge stepped forward to snatch the child, Jiang Yin felt that the scene in front of him made his soul fly away, Yang Zhaoge chuckled, turned and left, before he could react, Jiang Ze rushed to him and said, "Go! Go find Yang Pan!"

Pushing and walking outside, Jiang Yin saw Luo Shuang in the confusion, a young man in black was following him, slashing with a sword, he heard the man shout, "Go!"

where to go?

Jiang Yin's heart was flustered all of a sudden, and he almost shouted out the name, "Luo Shuang!"

Luo Shuang turned around and saw him, looking at each other, everything seemed to be quiet.

Jiang Yin gave almost half of his weight to Luo Shuang. The soles of his feet were weak and his brain was buzzing. The door of the prefect's mansion had already been pushed open. There were several dead bodies on the brick road in the yard. Luo Shuang stepped forward. Look, the wounds are all on the chest.

This seems to be a hairpin knife.

Luo Shuang picked up a rose gold hairpin that was on the ground. Although the hairpin was small, it was hard. The slender body of the hairpin was polished to a sharp point. Although this thing is not as deadly as an ordinary sword, it can definitely kill a person if it is used properly.

Such utensils do not belong to ordinary women. Luo Shuang looked at the rose carved on the hairpin thoughtfully. The rose was incomplete, as if half of it was missing. He matches, this thing is more like a soldier talisman made into a hairpin or some kind of token.

"what is that?"

Jiang Yin saw the rose gold hairpin, and Luo Shuang handed him the hairpin, but the moment he received it, he suddenly felt that the gold hairpin in his hand was like a soldering iron, scalding his skin to pieces.

This is Sister Qin's talisman!

"Give her back to me." Yang Pan's dress was mostly dyed red, and she barely stood up straight and looked at Jiang Yin.

"How could you?" Jiang Yin's question just blurted out and he had the answer. Before Aunt Qin died, she didn't have any cronies around her, only Yang Pan.

"Don't stand there stupidly, follow me, the carriage is ready."

The carriage suddenly stopped in front of them, and the driver was none other than Jiang Ze. Seeing this, Jiang Yin immediately said, "Brother!"

"Go with Yang Pan, don't stay for a moment."

Jiang Yin's expression changed when he heard that, seeing that Jiang Ze was about to leave, he immediately grabbed his arm, "Come with me! Brother, this place is too dangerous."

"Keep Jiang's house safe and don't let Yao'er suffer." Jiang Ze broke Jiang Yin's hand and looked at him very solemnly. Jiang Yin wanted to say something, but Jiang Ze's serious expression made him unable to say anything.

"Don't dawdle, if you don't leave, you will be trapped here!"

Yang Pan quickly got into the carriage and tightened the reins to turn the carriage around, but Jiang Yin didn't move. Seeing him, Jiang Ze kicked him into the carriage.

"Brother, you can't stay here! I don't listen to your big principles, you don't know martial arts at all, if something goes wrong..."

"Where are you talking so much nonsense, get out, get out of here!" Jiang Ze threw the sword in Jiang Yin's hand, and the carriage galloped away. Jiang Yin looked at Jiang Ze who kept going away, feeling a strange feeling It came to my mind.

It seems like the last side...

bah bah bah!

Jiang Yin shook his head, and hurriedly dispelled the thought. Yang Pan called Jiang Yin softly, and took the golden hairpin back. Jiang Yin saw that she seemed to be looking for someone's shadow, and said a little disturbedly, "I just now I saw Yang Zhaoge."

"I know." The exact same tone made Jiang Yin's fingers feel cold, but before he could adapt to Yang Pan, he said again, "Just now in the prefect's mansion, she was the one who saved me."

"You know... the fire in Yang's house." Jiang Yin's question abruptly turned into a statement, and he couldn't feel any warmth when he looked at Yang Pan.

"I know." Yang Pan turned to look at him, blinking his almond eyes, "After the Gongsun family is over, it will be the Liu family."

As if being choked by the throat, Jiang Yin's expression changed several times, Yang Pan looked at him for a while and seemed a little helpless.

"What's your expression? I'm just doing my thing. This is their debt."

"I don't know..." Jiang Yin leaned on the shoulder of the person beside her and closed her eyes, "I'm just a little scared."

"So after so many years, you haven't improved at all."

The journey was tiring, but finally returned to Changhuan safely. The moment Jiang Yin walked into the house, he seemed to have unloaded his burden. The next day, he developed a high fever and lay sick on the bed. Mr. Lin prescribed medicine for him. After taking the medicine, the condition improved after a few days of drinking.

Luo Shuang was sitting next to him flipping through the books. Jiang Yin was awakened by the sound of his flipping the pages, half asleep and half awake, and said, "Luo Shuang?"

He made a sound tentatively, but no one answered. Jiang Yin frowned a little depressed, but suddenly heard a reply.

"Jiang Yin."

He put down the book in his hand and looked at Jiang Yin. Jiang Yin opened his eyes and saw the book in his hand and asked, "Have you been staying here all this time? Why are you stained with book ink?"

"I'm just looking for some interesting books to relieve my boredom." Luo Shuang's voice has gradually improved, and the hoarseness has disappeared. Jiang Yin got up and read the words on the book and couldn't help laughing, "These books are old accounts, you It will be boring to watch this, I have hidden a few scripts, and I will find them for you."

Turning out the collection of scriptures, Jiang Yin looked at Luo Shuang with a smile and said, "These are my favorites."

"The sun has set, let's read it later." Luo Shuang shied away and wanted to leave, Jiang Yin was a little disappointed, and pulled the script to read it by herself.

"You scholar, hurry up and eat, I, a poor ghost who has just recovered from a serious illness, can just read these messy books here alone."

These words were obviously sarcasm, Luo Shuang smiled, turned around and left, only the candlelight and Jiang Yin were left in the room, his heart was full of fire, he threw the script on the table angrily, and finally felt distressed Pick it up and continue to look through it.

I don't know how long it took, the sky outside was already dark, and the cry of the little insect sounded, Jiang Yin closed the story book, stretched himself to find some food, unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, he felt something behind him. With the sound of footsteps, he turned his head abruptly, and the white blade stabbed at him.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yin is a child who is protected too well. He has never experienced hardships, never seen life and death.

But in fact, this is a dividing point. If Luo Shuang chooses to leave, then the story will take another direction.