[shooting eagle] teacher and wife

When Huang Yaoshi and Qu Suguang were fighting in the wing room, Lian Qing was sitting on the wooden chair, motionless.

This movement and stillness formed a very strange scene.

It's not that the young man doesn't care about the life and death of these two people, but he is very clear that with Huang Yaoshi's current force, he can't kill Qu Suguang who has already entered the realm of second-rate master.Correspondingly, Qu Suguang would not kill Huang Yaoshi casually without his permission.Either way, neither of them will be in danger of their lives, and it doesn't matter whether he intervenes or not.

That being the case, he might as well think about Qu Suguang's purpose in doing this.

After thinking about it in his heart, Lian Qing waved his hand and sent the two of them out of the door one by one through his strength, and closed the door again.

——If he wants to fight, he doesn't want to find a place to rest in the middle of the night.

The battlefield immediately shifted from indoors to the small courtyard at the door of the wing room.

In the chilly night wind, the interaction of white and cyan, the two sides come and go, that is, dozens of tricks have been passed.

During this period, if Qu Suguang was still merciful, then Huang Yaoshi's attack was ruthless and would never stop until he killed the opponent.In this case, the two are able to draw a tie.

However, Qu Suguang seemed a little disgusted with this dismissal. After she used a clever palm to force Huang Yaoshi back, she stood beside the green pine not far away, without any intention of attacking again.She just narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the other party, and then, the wrists of both hands and the forearms began to swing slowly, and with this graceful movement like a dance, the silver bell lightly wrapped around her slender wrists rang.

When the clear and melodious bell sounded, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but meet his beautiful black eyes.

Those eyes seemed to possess powerful magic power, which attracted him so deeply that he could no longer look away.

The rhythm of the ring tone became faster quietly, and the young man's gaze was like a lake where stones were thrown, gradually swaying, wave after wave, indistinct, and then the final ripples began to subside until they completely lost focus.

He stared blankly at the woman like a puppet, and someone seemed to be whispering something in his ear, the soft tone was like the most beautiful sound of nature, captivating the soul.

"It's late at night, now, you can go back to your room."

After Qu Suguang's words were over, Huang Yaoshi stopped moving his body and walked obediently forward.Then, the woman continued, "After tonight, you will forget everything about Lianqing. You don't know this person, and you have nothing to do with him." At the same time, her gaze swept over the boy, her expression slightly tangled .

Frankly speaking, Qu Suguang didn't know how to describe his state of mind at the moment.

She knew very well that the location of herself and the boy happened to be within the range that Lian Qing could perceive.In other words, the voices they made could be heard clearly by the young people in the wing room.

This is her purpose.

The brilliance of "Ecstasy" is that even people with profound martial arts can't guarantee that they can resist it, because it takes advantage of the weakness of the human heart.After all, there are very few people who are as psychologically strong as Lian Qing and have no weaknesses at all.

Of course, this does not mean that "Ecstasy" is omnipotent.Some of the information that Qu Suguang misleads sometimes fails, even if the other party is just an ordinary person who does not know martial arts.

However, she finds it rather interesting that these unmistakable pieces of information are tied to certain people.

How deep must a person's emotions go before they are not driven by "fascination"?

There is a woman in her memory. Although time has made her forget the name of the other party, the existence of the other party has never disappeared.Qu Suguang was able to confuse the woman to steal the token and tell the secret... But when she was ordered to kill her husband, she encountered resistance. In the end, the woman escaped her control and came from "Ecstasy" "Spirit" woke up.

From that moment on, she understood.

It's not just master-level martial arts masters or rock-solid wise men who can resist "Ecstasy", but also people's own emotions.

Although he said that he didn't want anyone to be able to resist the "bewitching soul", in fact, it was the opposite.

Qu Suguang appreciates this persistent and firm emotion very much.

Even, for a period of time, she frantically tried it on various people, hoping to see similar situations happen a few more times.

This world is too bad, so the beautiful things are worth cherishing.

It's a pity that there are very few people like that woman who didn't want to kill her husband.

The so-called sincere emotion is not necessarily so sincere.

This is probably the biggest bad root of human nature - selfishness.

She was looking forward to Huang Yaoshi's reaction.

If this boy will not be affected in any way, then his so-called love is nothing more than that.

She can only wait for the next person to appear.

Lian Qing didn't know that when Rong Yue died, he didn't just leave him a last wish.The vulgar woman with empty and beautiful impression, on the road to death, wrote a few words on the palm of her hand with the last effort of her life.And Qu Suguang's answer was to hold the woman's hand tightly.

It turned out that at least one of their wishes was the same.

If the young man breaks the "Enchanted Soul", it will not surprise her too much.After all, she had witnessed the intensity of emotion in those beautiful eyes.But if this is the case, the future he has to face may be very difficult.

Sometimes people can not be afraid of life and death, but they may not be able to resist gossip.

And standing on the opposite side of the whole world, such courage, not everyone has it.

However, Qu Suguang believed that the person whom the young master valued must be outstanding.Perhaps, these will not be a problem.

While her thoughts were flying wildly, she didn't notice that Huang Yaoshi stopped at some point, with a shaken expression on his face, and his right hand stroked his forehead, as if he was enduring some pain.

"After tonight, you will forget everything about Lianqing. You don't know this person, and you have nothing to do with him."

The pleasant voice rang in the ears repeatedly, hypnotizing Huang Yaoshi's nerves.

Who is he going to forget?

At this moment, another voice appeared.

——Lian Qing.

When these two simple words were thought of, it was like the gunpowder that ignited the fuse. Countless memories burst forth suddenly like an explosion, rushing to fill his mind, which made the boy have a splitting headache.

No.

Absolutely not.

He doesn't want to forget him.

Don't forget him either.

Two different voices, different wills were wrestling in his body the most intensely, causing his face to struggle and even distort a bit.

Time passed silently.Maybe it was after a cup of tea, or maybe it was just a moment later.

However, this is not important, what is important is that the young man's struggling expression is quickly fading away, and in a split second, his distracted eyes are suddenly lit up by a ray of light, slowly gathering countless dazzling stars.

——The voice that kept bewitching him in his ear finally disappeared.

When Huang Yaoshi raised his head again and looked at Qu Suguang, his black eyes were already full of clarity.

Then, her pretty thin lips parted slightly, and her piercing voice was like tense strings.

"I must kill you."

Every word in this sentence carries an incomparably clear killing intent, pouring towards Qu Suguang like a wave.

Although he couldn't guess everything, the boy understood roughly what the woman in front of him was trying to do to him.

It is precisely because of this that it cannot be forgiven.

——So, he must kill her.

Qu Suguang didn't expect Huang Yaoshi to wake up so quickly, and she had already refreshed her understanding of previous experiences.As a result, when the boy said that sentence, she still couldn't react a little, so, of course, she was caught off guard by his sudden attack.

A slap on her shoulder made her take a few steps back.

In fact, the opponent's internal strength is not enough to pose a fatal threat to her.

It's just that the body counterattacked like a conditioned reflex under the attack of injury and murderous aura.Bai Yuhao twisted his wrist lightly, and saw a reddish silver filament shot out from the gold bracelet on his left hand at lightning speed, straight and swiftly attacking Huang Yaoshi.

This is an exquisite mechanism forged by Meng Chuhan, a descendant of the Mohist, who is known as "Supernatural Workmanship".As a mechanism engineer, he has offended countless people in his life.Therefore, when he knew that his life was not long, he deliberately created this mechanism for his wife's safety.This silver thread he made with a special material, although light, can easily penetrate anyone's body.

He poured his own blood into the silver thread and gave it a very nice name.

——Love leads the thread

The implication is that after his death, even if he is dead, his ease will turn into a sharp weapon to protect his wife and kill enemies for her.

The so-called love by a thread is to hang people's lives by a thread.

Oops!

Almost immediately after the action, Qu Suguang woke up.When I wanted to take back the silver thread again, it was too late.She opened her eyes wide and looked forward anxiously.

Only a sound of "Ting—" was heard.

It turned out that at the moment when Huang Yaoshi couldn't dodge and the silver thread hit his chest, a cup lid cut in quickly horizontally in time and collided with the top of the silver thread, making a very crisp sound.

"enough."

At some point, Lian Qing stood at the door of the wing room.At this moment, he was looking at the two of them calmly.

And not far from where he was standing, a servant fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

A moment ago, he was on patrol.

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