Immediately after the death of the master

The mission lasted for a long time, longer than the previous seven families combined. The roars of the men in the mansion and the mournful wailing of the women and children echoed for a long time in the night without lights in the capital.

This is not a simple murder, this is an outright massacre.

When the last scream in the mansion came to an abrupt end, Ji Qinghe still didn't stop. In vain of his master's repeated emphasis on being low-key, he ordered his subordinates to burn down the empty nest of Gu's family.

The flames started from the most exquisite buildings of Gu's family, and eventually spread to become a raging fire that engulfed the entire Gu's mansion. Ji Qinghe, who had fulfilled his deformed wish, held a blood-stained scimitar and led his men in black armor. The devouring Gu Mansion stepped out of the gate.

Behind Ji Qinghe is the flame that burns the dead. His hands are white, but his fingertips are flowing scarlet.

This red-clothed actor holds a scimitar that kills countless people, but there is a quiet and moving smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rakshasa with jade face.

Human Painted Skin.

But so.

Finally, children grow up to be villains, and mortals become evil ghosts.

Now, this evil spirit, this villain, he raised his sleeves, wiped off the same bright red blood on his cheeks with a bright red cloth, walked in front of me with brisk steps, and asked:

"Master Li, who is the next family?"

Ji Qinghe's cheeks were blushing with excitement. Killing people made him happy, and killing people related to Ji's family made him reach the pinnacle of happiness.

Gu's family was crackling in the flames, so I asked him back.

"Why, Ji Qinghe." I was puzzled, "Aren't you your grandfather's running dog?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Except for Prime Minister Ji, no one in the capital can support such a powerful spy agency. You are just an unfavored bastard. Without the full support of Ji's government, how can you be safe and sound?" What happened to today?"

I made my words clear, and Ji Qinghe wasn't angry. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was affection in his peach eyes.

"Master Li is right. I was indeed supported by that old fellow Ji Anping himself. However, I am not a loyal hunting dog, but a scavenging hyena." When Ji Qinghe said that he was a hyena, he didn't Feeling ashamed, but proud, he said with great joy, "My mother used to be able to control me, but I finally committed suicide the year before last. Now no one is controlling me, I can make troubles as I want."

Ji Qinghe's tone was innocent, his expression was soft and charming, there was a drop of blood under his eyes that could not be wiped off, he grabbed my sleeve with his fingertips that were still dripping with blood, and said in a coquettish tone:

"My future colleagues, tell me, am I a bad boy?"

"Of course not." I smiled back, took out a handkerchief from my bosom, held his jade-like hand, wiped off the blood on his fingertips little by little, and replied sincerely, "How do you always do that?" With this face, how about licking your face and saying that you are a child?"

Hearing this, Ji Qinghe let out a chuckle, the beauty showed off her face, she is extremely beautiful, but it's a pity that the beauty in front of me is an evil ghost with a painted skin, beauty is beautiful, and even more sinister.

Ji Qinghe covered his toothy smile, and leaned softly on my shoulder, the breath from his nose fluttering made the side of my neck itchy slightly, his voice rang in my ears, deliberately misinterpreting my meaning.

"So, what does Master Li mean--I am a bad man? Heh, why do I feel that this sentence is so like a girl's nickname for her man? If Master Li has this meaning for me, even if I don't have Longyang That's good, for Master Li's words, it's not unacceptable."

"Oh, your old lady is flattering me. I'm ugly when I'm young, and I don't deserve the flowery beauty of the Fourth Young Master."

I exerted strength on my shoulders and shook him off, clasped my fists in both hands, and begged him for mercy.

The two of us called each other sissy in different ways, I didn't feel it, but Ji Qinghe seemed to be pleased, he helped his horse and smiled for a long time without image.

When we got back on the road and went to the next house, Ji Qinghe stopped carrying it and started talking to me, but his topic was too spicy, I would rather he carried it and be his wooden beauty.

"My lord Li, I've always been curious. How did you, a celebrity around the emperor, end up doing these dirty things with me? After all, once you get into this business, you won't be able to stop it, and you don't want to do it in the future." Have a peaceful life."

The content of these words seemed like the old senior was warning the younger generation, but Ji Qinghe said it in a gloating tone.

He is not serious and I am not serious. I have never been afraid of these young masters when it comes to being a hooligan.

"I can't help it. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Do you think my wise and powerful master will let go of this opportunity? If I don't do it, guess who my master will appoint?"

"Who else is there, isn't it the Ninth Prince with great military exploits and the little prince with a strange background? By the way, isn't Master Li at odds with the little prince? Why did you give up such a wonderful opportunity?"

"You're right, if the little prince comes to do this, I'm afraid I'll wake up laughing in the middle of the night." I slapped my thigh hard, then put away my laughing expression, and asked her, "But... if the Ninth Prince came to do this What about the matter?"

Hearing what I said, Ji Qinghe paused, he looked at me with the eyes of a rare animal, and said in amazement:

"Oh—I didn't see it, you are still a seed of infatuation~"

"If you find out, can I still live to this day?"

"Of course not," Ji Qinghe admitted brazenly, "But, what do you mean by handing over your handle to me?"

Tightening the reins, the horse stopped, and there were harmless smiles in the corners of my eyes and brows, but my hand was lingering on the saber at my waist.

"It means that you can touch anyone, but don't touch him, can you?"

I was just warning him, warning me to measure myself, whether I can fight against the two great forces of me and the Ninth Prince with my own strength.

However, Ji Qinghe was obviously not frightened.

"What does this sentence mean, except him, I can move anyone?"

Ji Qingshuang also stopped the horse, his eyes were fixed on the saber at my waist, and he directly threw out a person I cared about very much, forcing me to question him.

"What if I touch Ji Qingshuang?"

I brushed my fingers over the complicated patterns on the hilt, and looked at him like a fool.

"Be a man, don't be too confident. Not only can you not beat your sister, but the subordinates you raised can't beat your sister's hidden guards."

There was undisguised excitement in Ji Qinghe's eyes, and he threw out the next person's name aggressively.

"What if I touch Fu Keji?"

I shrugged indifferently.

"It's impossible for you to touch him. The situation is still unclear. You, a guy who has been watching the show, will make everything settle so quickly?"

Ji Qinghe didn't take it seriously, his red lips parted slightly, and he threw out the next name:

"Then, what if I move Fu Jin?"

Before I could react rationally, my hand had already drawn out the sword, pointing directly at Ji Qinghe's throat.The three-foot cold front was only a moment away from his vital point, but he didn't notice it, looked at me with almost fanatical eyes, and asked a real heart-breaking question:

"Li Nianen, why did you draw your sword?"

I drew my sword.

My rationality told me belatedly that the person Ji Qinghe is least likely to kill is his master. I knew it, but I still drew my sword.

Why do I draw my sword?

I lowered my head and looked at the golden flood sword in my hand.

This sword was given to me by my master.

Over the past nine years, I've had many chances to replace it, and I've had more and better swords.

Why, what I hold in my hand now is still it?

I finished the remaining tasks in a daze, and returned home in a daze.

The attendant helped me take off the armor, and my eyes were fixed on the sword at my waist. I didn't come back to my senses until the attendant reminded me again and again.

I took down the golden flood sword, handed it over to the attendant, and entrusted him:

"Hang it... on the wall of the study."

The attendant grabbed the sword and wanted to take it over, but I didn't let go until his subordinates exerted a little force, and I was forced to let go.

My eyes were fixed on the golden pearl held in the mouth of the golden dragon coming out of the hilt of the sword, and I explained to the attendant who didn't know why:

"If you want to have a sword in your heart, you must first have no sword in your hand."

In my heart, I quietly told myself the real answer.

If I want to be a sword bearer, I must first put down the sword in my hand.

From then on, if I was not forced to a corner, I would never use a sword, and when I use a sword, I am already in a hopeless situation, and the only remaining use of the sword is to kill myself.

127,

I didn’t sleep all night, and went to the meeting the next day with dark circles under my eyes. Today’s topic is about rewards for meritorious deeds. I’m going to repeat the story and ask the master to accept the little boy as a foster son. Whatever piece of land the master rewards me, I can use the excuse of not wanting to leave the master to send the little boy to the fiefdom.

More than anyone else, I hope that the little boy can become the crown prince. Because of this, he must not stay in the capital, which is a place of right and wrong in the past few years. His best choice is to leave the treacherous capital and stay under the influence of the old prime minister and the young prince. In a place that cannot be touched, live in peace and stability.

However, both the brat and the master rejected me, and I, a self-defeating person, rolled up my sleeves, shrank back, and continued to pretend to be dead.

After me, Xiao Shizi took the initiative to speak up, bluntly saying that he wanted to frontier Youzhou.

I almost burst out laughing in the team, is this kid crazy?With such a blatant expression of his willingness to support himself, he really thinks that the master is a good brother who values ​​love and righteousness, so can he just let him mess around all the time?

Sure enough, the master euphemistically expressed his inseparable brother