The Phantom of Jazz

Chapter 10

Qi Ling felt inexplicable unease and panic at this moment, his closed eyes wriggled uneasily hidden under his eyelids, some pale fingers uneasily searched for something around, wanted to grab something, dripping sweat slowly rolled down his smooth skin. Dripping down slowly, the slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if trying to struggle to open them, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't wake up from Yinchen's dream.In the dream, the once icy and ethereal man was lying on the ground of the god-like noble prince, begging humbly for mercy, Qi Ling looked at the two intertwined bodies as if his soul had come out of his body, and he stared in disbelief. He closed his eyes, the once gentle man with a godlike smile, the man who he thought could give Yinchen happiness, now makes people feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.Yin Chen's eyes were a little stiff, he raised his jaw with difficulty, breathed weakly, his thin lips parted slightly, and even though his voice was so breathless, Qi Ling heard it, and his prince shouted again: Qi Ling, Qi Ling, Qi Ling ….

Wang Jue, do you remember me?I'm really happy, really, as long as you remember me.

"Qi Ling, what's the matter with you? With such a bad complexion, why do you only eat so little." Snow was a little puzzled, didn't this young man usually have a big appetite, and he could eat a whole bowl of it without hesitation (...).What's the matter today, why do you eat so much? Look at Wang Jue, who used to be able to freeze the entire source of wind, and now he is focusing very gently on the young man who is eating sullenly next to him. Hey, the recent life Why is it so weird.

When Qi Ling put down the bowl and chopsticks, Boyce stopped him, thinking it was some harsh words, but in the end...

Qi Ling looked at the cheap Wang Jue with a gentle and harmless smile on his face, the finger he used to manipulate the soul power was dragging a bowl of soup, the young man looked confused, he dared to drink it in the soup Poison it.But looking at him glaringly at him (is this how it is used?), it seems that if he doesn't drink the bowl, he will eat himself alive, wrinkled his nose dissatisfied, took it, drank it all, put down the bowl, stood up Standing up, ignoring certain Jue's eager gaze, he stood beside Snow.Snow started to put food into his mouth crazily, he had to hurry up, the little ancestor held in the palm of this prince would exploit his meal time in the name of competition every time, Snow put down the bowl with a look of desire on his face. cry without tears...

"What do you want from me?" Qi Ling looked at the blue figure with his back facing him.

"As the seventh-degree prince of Aslan, he is now imprisoned in Fengjin Road. Does Boyce think highly of you?" Aios turned around and was very happy to see the angry expression on the young man's face.

"Then, Lord Ice Emperor, what do you think about the people of Aslan who came to Fengjin Road alone and don't care about the fiery water?" Qi Ling contemptuously in his heart, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here. Go to the heart, I won't meet Sol, I won't meet Boyce if I don't meet Sol, and I won't be imprisoned in Fengjindao if I don't meet Boyce.

"Do you want to run away?" Regarding Qi Ling, Aios didn't mean to kill them all. On the contrary, he could still find the shadows of himself and Boyce in the simple Qi Ling. freshness.

"I want to run away, but why are you helping me?" The boy cat narrowed his eyes, and after being with that cunning Boyce and Sol for a long time, Qi Ling also gained some IQ.

Aios looked at the boy's inadvertently cute expression with amused expression: "Do you think that as the king of a country, you can let the subjects of your own country be imprisoned in another country?"

"Oh, so you also want to be a wise gentleman." Qi Ling smiled wryly.

Aios: (...)

Qi Ling carefully tore off the corners of the quilt, and quickly got off the ground, holding his breath, and walked into the cramped corridor, Qi Ling didn't notice that the countless empty green eyes lurking in the darkness opened and closed strangely.Aios told him that tonight, the Fengjin hunter's defense was the weakest and most hollow, and he would use tricks to trip Boyce.Qi Ling didn't know whether he should believe it or not, but he could only bet on Zheng, because if he missed this night, he might not return to the source of water.

Qi Ling walked cautiously, his thin back shivered slightly under the dry night wind, Qi Ling wrapped tightly in thin clothes, and still did not relax his steps, the broken hair on his temples was blown up by the wind, revealing the youthful and clean face On the forehead, the cold wind poured in from the neckline, making people shiver from the cold.In the quiet night, only the breath of the wind remains.

The windy boy couldn't open his eyes, his dark pupils turned red under the ravages of the wind, and snowflakes began to fall silently.Slight gaps appeared in the dense snowflakes in the distance, and the young man became a little uneasy.The young man stretched out his cold hand and rubbed his dry eyes against the biting cold wind. The moment he put down his hand, the surrounding wind seemed to be a little quieter, because at this moment, he was already surrounded by ghosts and ghosts.

Jue Yin seems to be frozen, unable to mobilize any soul power.Countless green gleams from the eyes of the Fengjin hunter stared at him silently in the darkness.Qi Ling took a step back in surprise: "You guys."

"One time apostle, Mr. Boyce asked you to go back with us."

Qi Ling passed through the tight encirclement, and the flying snow in the distance seemed to be peeled off. The white figure seemed to merge with the flying snow all over the sky. The short silver hair made up for the lack of moonlight in the snowy night. Boyi Si's deep voice came over: "Qi Ling, come back with me." His voice was like the falling snow at this moment, reducing the blood of a person to below zero.

Qi Ling took a step back timidly, a bone-chilling coolness came from his ankles, and the next moment Qi Ling was embraced by the teleporting Boyce.

Boyce looked at the restless boy in his arms, lowered his head, and murmured in the boy's ear, "You just want to escape from me in such a hurry."

Qi Ling felt Boyce's hand holding him tighter and tighter, so strong that he couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Qi Ling, haven't you always been curious about why I came to provoke you?" The snowflakes fell loosely on the boy's long eyelashes, and were gently licked by Boyce, who pulled the corners of his mouth slightly apart. Curved, the color of the eyes gradually deepened: "Why didn't you leave after you figured it out? This doesn't look like my apostle."