After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

The night was low and the clouds were thick.

The Qi Mansion is not as dead and quiet as in the past, but brightly lit, bright as day, and noisy.

The only place that was dark and quiet was Qi Hua's yard, which was surrounded by formations, cutting off all sounds.

The purpose is only for the people inside to sleep peacefully tonight.

It's eerily quiet tonight.

Sheng Zhao looked out the window, thoughtful, and since he separated from Qi Hua, the other party hasn't come to him until now.

I'm afraid something has happened.

He put on a light red velvet quilt, wrapped in a white underclothes, his black hair protruding, Sheng Zhao pushed open the door and walked out with bare feet.

A certain premonition drove him.

The maid who was guarding the door bowed down and saluted as usual: "Mr. Sheng, good night."

Seeing Sheng Zhao's current attire, she frowned slightly: "Young master, I will bring you the stove."

Sheng Zhao waved his hand: "No, I just went out to ask."

"Sister, can you tell me where Qi Hua is?" Sheng Zhao smiled shyly, "I miss him a little bit."

"I waited for a long time and he didn't come."

The maid said: "Young master...he has something important to deal with tonight."

Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes in disappointment: "Isn't he coming back?"

The maid nodded lightly, she was about to comfort Mr. Sheng, but she suddenly noticed something and turned around to look at the dark night in the distance.

His eyes were extremely alert.

Sheng Zhao didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

The maid said softly: "My lord—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a silver light flashed in the darkness and struck directly at her at an extremely fast speed.

The maid didn't have time to react, she felt a pain in her neck, and she passed out when her eyes went dark.

Sheng Zhao quickly caught the fallen maid, frowned and looked around vigilantly.

But for a moment, he could feel that the many sights that had been hidden in the darkness disappeared one by one, as if they had been cleaned up by someone.

Sheng Zhao quickly supported the maid, and put her on the white velvet floor inside the door. When he turned around, he suddenly found Qi Ren quietly appearing beside him.

Sheng Zhao took half a step back in fright.

Qi Ren hurriedly said: "Sorry, I scared Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Zhao shook his head: "It's okay, did you do it just now?"

Qi Ren nodded: "something happened, the Patriarch asked me to come and find you, but the young master surrounded this place completely, so I had to come up with this bad plan."

Qi Ren looked at Sheng Zhao's bare feet and thin clothes with disapproval, but time was running out, and Qi Ren let himself go as he wanted to cover it up, but also openly revealed his shameless thoughts.

He said softly, "I'll take the young master and go."

Sheng Zhao shook his head and refused, and anxiously asked, "What happened?"

Qi Ren had no choice but to tell Sheng Zhao the matter slowly: "...The young master and the patriarch should have met now, and the rest of the people may take the opportunity to sneak into the place where the young master is."

Obviously, the other person is Qi Ren.

He lowered his eyes and continued: "For the sake of your son's safety, I will take you to an absolutely safe place later."

Qi Hua was worried about what would happen to Sheng Zhao if he stayed here, but he knew in his heart that no one in the Qi family would be willing to attack Sheng Zhao unless necessary.

He came here only to satisfy his own selfish desires.

"I won't go." Sheng Zhao refused bluntly, his brows were furrowed with deep worry: "I'm going to find Qi Hua."

When his voice fell, he turned and ran out.

As soon as he stepped into the snow, his face turned pale from the cold, and he still struggled to recall the place where Qi Shiren was in his memory.

During the running, Sheng Zhao's black hair and red quilt were curled up in the snow, light and agile, and his pale profile was particularly palpitating.

Qi Ren was in a daze for a moment, then let Sheng Zhao run a few meters away.

Qi Ren shrank an inch, and stopped in front of Sheng Zhao: "Mr. Sheng, forgive me for offending, but that's not where you should go."

"If you're not careful, you'll get hurt."

Sheng Zhao only turned his head, and said in a low voice, "You Yan."

You Yan, who was still in the house, flew from the scabbard to Sheng Zhao's hand in a flash.

"Qi Ren, don't stop me." Sheng Zhao smiled: "You think I don't understand anything, you just want to lock me up and let me wait for the dust to settle by myself."

"I can't do it." Sheng Zhao gritted his teeth, eyes turned red: "Qi Ren, I know everything, I know the three of you are fighting for the position of Patriarch,"

"I also know that you are one of Qi Shiren's own people who has been trained for a long time."

"You can't be so cruel, let me know it well, but I can only watch Qi Hua being killed by you and Qi Shiren." Sheng Zhao took a deep breath: "I have to help him."

Qi Ren was silent for a long time before sighing softly, "Don't cry, I'll take you to find him."

Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his lips: "Thank you, Qi Ren."

Holding the sword, Sheng Zhao walked barefoot in the snow, his black hair falling down, making him look thinner and thinner.

Qi Ren could only endure his distress and not look at him, and walked in a muffled voice without turning his head.

He and Sheng Zhao were on opposite sides, and now that he brought Sheng Zhao there, it was already the biggest concession he could make.

Qi Ren was thinking like this, but his wrist bones were suddenly grasped by cold hands, and when he looked back, it was Sheng Zhao who was smiling at him.

"You're walking too slowly, let me do it."

Sheng Zhao led Qi Ren to run.

Qi Ren followed him involuntarily, turned his face to look at Sheng Zhao, who looked anxious, and was worried about Qi Hua, but now the one holding his hand...is indeed him.

It is no longer a dream.

Qi Ren sighed, and hugged Sheng Zhao. His movements were very regular, and he simply hugged him without touching other places.

Even the snow on the soles of Sheng Zhao's feet was gently swept off by him with spiritual power.

Qi Ren said to the stunned Sheng Zhao, "Mr. Sheng, it's cold on the ground. I'll carry you away."

"Next time remember to put on your boots before going out."

Before the words were finished, Qi Ren tapped his toes and quickly swept forward, and within a short while, he arrived at Master Qi's courtyard.

Along the way, Sheng Zhao saw many corpses lying on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the white snow was splashed with dirty red, and some faces even chatted with him yesterday.

Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes to get rid of the coldness in his eyes, pretending to be depressed.

Qi Ren covered Sheng Zhao's eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't look."

After reaching the gazebo at the corner, Qi Ren put Sheng Zhao down: "They should be in the main hall."

"You go."

Sheng Zhao took the initiative to hug Qi Ren before leaving: "Thank you, Qi Ren."

The warmth came suddenly, and it retreated very quickly. Sheng Zhao turned around and ran away before Qi Ren could envelop the strong and light fragrance coming towards his face.

Qi Ren stood where he was, quietly watching Sheng Zhao's back gradually disappear, and waited for a long time before walking away.

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This is a battle between Qi Hua and Qi Shiren, and the Qi family's personal guards will not help. They are shadow guards who have lived for nearly a thousand years, and they are also the eyes of the Qi family's secret surveillance.

Only those who win will make them willing to bow their heads.

In mid-air, the jade flute and the bone fan collided with each other like metal and stone, making the sound of knives, guns and swords.

Qi Shiren's cultivation level is one Dzogchen higher than Qi Hua's, so he could easily defeat Qi Hua.

But Qi Hua also prepared a backup.

His century-long retreat caused Qi Shiren to relax his vigilance, and also allowed Qi Hua to successfully inject the toxin into Qi Shiren's body secretly.

Not to mention that Qi Hua also prepared a lot of pills to restore strength.

Although Qi Hua was struggling a bit, he still had the possibility of being undefeated.

The surrounding area is full of Qi Hua's elders who have sealed their cultivation with pills, and they are Qi Shiren's people.

The young disciple pointing at them with the tip of the sword belonged to Qi Hua.

Qi Hua seems to have won the battle.

He is fighting a protracted battle, as long as the poison dragged into Qi Shiren's body completely breaks out, he will win.

Qi Shiren dodged a blow, his breath was unstable, and he felt a little anxious.

Why hasn't Qi Ren come yet?

Qi Hua pressed on every step of the way, bright red blood gushed out from his bone fan, the tip of the fan glowed with a cold light, his eyes were dark, like a murderous god.

Qi Shiren tried his best to suppress the toxin surging in his body that was lured out by Qi Hua, his eyes were full of hostility in vain.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Qi Shiren suddenly launched a fierce attack, and his momentum rose sharply.

When Sheng Zhao arrived, what he saw was Qi Hua being beaten by Master Qi, and the group of Qi family children in front of him, holding swords against the hostage's neck, panicked for a moment.

They put down their swords one after another to cover up, and straightened their robes hastily.

The acquaintance of Sheng Zhao didn't even care about the hostages, and rushed to meet him.

"Good night, Mr. Sheng."

"Why did the young master let the young master come here?"

"This place is dangerous, why don't I send you back."

"Why isn't Zhao Zhao wearing shoes?"

"The clothes are so thin."

……

They greeted each other one by one, Sheng Zhao couldn't even speak, and was gradually surrounded by these people.

Sheng Zhao frowned, and said concisely: "Get out of the way."

"I don't want to catch up with you now." Sheng Zhao raised his sword and looked worriedly at Qi Hua who was in mid-air: "Don't stop me either."

He pursed his pale lips without a trace of timidity, and the red quilt fluttered flamboyantly, clearly showing the meaning behind his words.

If you block it, hit it.

The young disciples fell silent at the same time, standing in front of Sheng Zhao without saying a word, seeming to be thinking, but also acquiescing.

Immediately afterwards, Sheng Zhao saw the jade flute in Qi Shiren's hand morph into a thin blade, hitting Qi Hua's chest directly.

At the critical moment, Sheng Zhao suddenly floated up with the sword aura, and the sword aura took shape and went straight to the sky. You Yan rushed up, the sword light and the red quilt were as dazzling as a fire that ignited in the night.

You Yan blocked Qi Shi's offensive for a moment, and let Qi Hua dodge unscathed.

However, the disciples of the Qi family who originally wanted to stop Sheng Zhao and prevent him from falling into danger were stopped by another group of people who rebelled and turned to Sheng Zhao.

They pointed their swords at their companions, like crazy: "Don't stop him."

Qi Shiren and Qi Hua, who were confronting each other, also noticed Sheng Zhao floating in the air, and the three of them formed a full force, neither of them willing to back down.

Master Qi looked at Qi Hua disapprovingly, as if to teach others: "I don't know how to love others, so let my daughter-in-law come to this kind of place."

Qi Hua narrowed her eyes slightly, and couldn't figure out why the people under him let Sheng Zhao out, so he ignored Qi Shiren, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Zhao, don't be willful."

"Wait for me on the side."

Master Qi nodded leisurely, the deep bone wound on his arm was still dripping blood.

"It's not something you can get involved in."

Every effort of the two of them, even the aftertaste of the clash of spiritual weapons, might hurt Sheng Zhao.

Therefore, Qi Hua and Qi Shiren temporarily stopped fighting, and no one wanted Sheng Zhao to be injured.

Even Sheng Zhao's pale lips and thin figure at this time made them feel annoyed, wishing they could kill the person opposite them earlier, so that they could take the beauty home and comfort them carefully.

Sheng Zhao refused to retreat, You Yan stood upright in front of him, emitting a faint silver light, which caught the moonline half exposed under the dark clouds, weaving a killing array in silence.

With half-closed eyes, the side face is astonishingly beautiful.

How could Sheng Zhao leave?With Qi Ren behind him, he knew that Qi Hua lost more than he won in this battle. If Qi Hua lost, the scene of him refusing to retreat at this moment would be engraved in Qi Hua's heart for the rest of his life.

If Qi Hua wins.

It doesn't matter, he will let Qi Hua lose.

Sheng Zhao's face was slightly cold, and he glanced at Qi Hua first: "I'm not a bird in a cage, nor a fish in a pond."

As soon as the words fell, the killing formation suddenly took shape.

The light of the stars can also be as bright as the sun and the moon, the red quilt is automatic without wind, the brows and eyes of the young man floating in the air are open to scorching eyes, and at a young age, he has the unstoppable demeanor of the Wuwang Immortal Venerable when he was young.

Sheng Zhao has never been a weak and helpless butterfly.

He is afraid of cold, pain, and the dark. He is extremely delicate, but at the same time, he also has the capital of arrogance.

It was given to him by Wu Yu.

All the people present were obsessed with their eyes.

Qi Hua also took a step back. He made a big mistake in trying to imprison Sheng Zhao.

Sheng Zhao looked at Qi Shiren indifferently: "You don't have to show mercy."

Qi Shiren raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Really choose him?"

Sheng Zhao nodded.

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