flapping wings

The dew was deeper and the wilderness was obviously not a good place for self-cultivation. The two had to take Xiaobao and continue on their way. Even if they found an abandoned hut, it was better than lying on the ground.

At this time, Xiao Bao was lying on Qi Ping's back, and after an hour passed, he still couldn't even see a village house.

Mu Xiaoque heard Qi Ping panting like a bellows, and stopped: "I'll carry him."

"No, huh, huh, huh" Qi Ping gasped for several breaths, threw himself on the ground and knelt down, and rested for a while with his hands resting on the ground.

After a while, I was finally able to utter a sentence: "How could I let a stinky man get so close to you! I'm not a fool."

"He's just a child," Mu Xiaoque said with black lines all over his forehead, "and not everyone is as shameless as you."

Seeing that Qi Ping was not moved at all, he could only persuade: "Even if he is like you, he must be able to move."

Qi Ping looked back at Xiao Bao, whose face was as golden as a sheet of paper, who looked like a dead person, and finally moved him generously onto Mu Xiaoque's back.

Before leaving, he threatened in a low voice: "If you dare to be dishonest, I will send you back to the west with a slap."

The two walked for more than an hour, and finally a small town appeared in the distance. They looked for an inn, called a doctor, prepared medicines and fed them. They didn't finally get a breath until noon.

"Those things about the Qingyang faction really spread," Qi Ping chewed on the meatloaf, listening to the disdainful or gloating discussions in the tavern, shook his head and said: "The devil has been inactive for 20 years, and I really want to do it as soon as I come out." It's a big one, and now even his underwear has been stripped off."

Mu Xiaoque turned the cup on the table with her hand, swallowed the food in her mouth, and then said, "What is the way of magic in your heart?"

Qi Ping thought for a while, although he didn't understand what the way of evil in this world is like, but from his experience of reading martial arts novels, "arrogant and domineering, full of evil, high-profile publicity, no distinction between right and wrong, doing evil."

"This is the strange thing," Mu Xiaoque said: "Your words are nothing more than describing their evil, so it can be seen that they are not stupid. Have you ever heard someone describe them as a bunch of reckless people?"

Qi Ping was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms, and he couldn't even feel the aroma of the meatloaf in his mouth.

He had made such a big enemy for himself just after he came out of the mountain. If this incident was not done by the devil, he would definitely be called "reckless" by others.

But if it was done by the Devil, then all the reasons can be summed up in one sentence "evil", which makes it easy for people to overlook the logic behind it all.

So what's the real reason behind all this?What kind of conflict has he been involved in?

"You mean they have other plans?" Qi Ping swallowed the food in his mouth, stirred the spoon back and forth in the porridge bowl, with a trace of seriousness in his brows: "But things in the Jianghu are nothing more than calculations. Is it to dominate the martial arts?"

Tapping her finger on the table, Mu Xiaoque thought about the inner connection, what exactly does Mo Dao want?Really just want to challenge the righteous way to dominate the martial arts world?

.....................

The two have been staying in this small town, waiting for Xiaobao to wake up soon. Every day, people from the rivers and lakes settle in this small town and bring new news.

In just four days, disciples including the Zhuoyin Sect, Taishan Sect, and Huashan Sect were brutally murdered by demons. There was a sudden panic, the relationship between the righteous way and the demons was quickly pushed to the freezing point, and the voice of crusade against the demons became louder and louder.

The Qingyang faction has also responded in the past few days, with only four words, "There is nothing!"

It is rumored that He Lan, the head of the Qingyang School, has arrived in Yunhe City and met with the Patriarch of the Zhou family, but no one knows what they talked about in private.

Qi Ping was looking at Xiaobao anxiously at this time, if he still had no signs of waking up tonight, then they could only temporarily leave him in the inn and continue on their way.

Flutter!

There was the sound of a bird flapping its wings, and Qi Ping looked towards the window, only to see a carrier pigeon flying in through the window and landing on the arm of the wood bird.

He took out a note from the mailbox, and didn't look down at the contents until the pigeon flew away.

Qi Ping walked over slowly, pretending to be pouring tea and glanced at it, but suddenly a sour feeling rose up in his lungs, jealousy burned his heart, and almost burned his internal organs directly.

He pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the bedside, looking affectionately at Xiaobao who was lying on the bed.

"The whereabouts of the group of people guarding Qi's house have been lost," Mu Xiaoque obviously did not intend to conceal the information in the letter, "After those people evacuated, my people followed immediately, but as soon as they left the city, the group scattered Fleeing, repeating several times in a row, it is impossible to determine where the destination is, and this clue seems to be lost."

Seeing that Qi Ping didn't intend to talk to her at all, Mu Xiaoque was stunned, and said to herself: "This group of people is well-trained, and they don't know what it has to do with the magic way, and they are still in the dark. We have nothing to do. careful."

"What else did the letter say?" Qi Ping looked at Xiaobao and asked.

"That's all," Mu Xiaoque sat at the table and took a sip of tea, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Qi Ping may not realize that this is a big deal, but only he knows what kind of training his people have undergone.

If even his people can get rid of them, this group of people is really no different from the bugs living in the ground.

If you want to eliminate bugs, it is always futile in the dark, so you can only lure them into the sun, but without even a bait, this matter is not easy.

Qi Ping squinted at Mu Xiaoque. He could see the last sentence in the letter clearly. It said, "Brother Mu, Yi'er misses you".

Who is this Yier?What's the relationship with the wood sparrow?

In the evening, the two ordered a table of wine and food and sat in Xiaobao's room to eat, and the room was quiet for a while.

Qi Ping has put on a bad face all afternoon, Mu Xiaoque has no idea what happened, he can't think of anything that can hit this person.

"Do you have someone you like?" Qi Ping swallowed another glass of wine, threw the glass on the table, looked at Mu Xiaoque with fiery eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and he was drunk.

Mu Xiaoque was obviously startled by this question, she looked at Qi Ping for a long time and said nothing, Qi Ping ignored him, and took another sip of wine: "I have, do you want to know who it is?"

"I don't really think so," before Mu Xiaoque finished speaking, Qi Ping leaned over and gave him a gouging look, making the second half of his sentence completely stuck in his throat.

He had no choice but to pick up the wine glass and swallow the rest of the words into his stomach again with the wine.

"I have never liked anyone, and I have never known what it feels like to like." Qi Ping shook the empty jug, threw it aside, took another jug ​​from the table, and swallowed a big mouthful .

He looked at Mu Xiaoque again: "Then one day, I suddenly met a bastard. I wanted to find him and chase him. Tell me, who asked him to come out and meddle in his own business?"

Mu Xiaoque choked out of the wine, covered her lips and coughed non-stop, with an unbelievable look, he knew that Qi Ping seemed to be a little strange to him, but he didn't expect this person to say it directly.

Qi Ping reached into his arms to touch the handkerchief, but he grabbed his wrist and pulled it out.

Qi Ping frowned, pointed at the wine stain on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't take the handkerchief, do you want me to lick it clean for you?"

Seeing Mu Xiaoque's stunned face, Qi Ping stretched his hand forward, gently wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said with a smile, "You're just kidding, you're such a fool."

"Mu Xiaoque, do you have someone you like?" Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque with a smile in the corner of his eyes, as if he didn't care about the other party's answer.

"You're drunk, go and rest," Mu Xiaoque snatched the flagon from Qi Ping's hand and put it on her side, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when you're sober."

"Do you already have someone you like?" Qi Ping rubbed his eyes, grabbed the wine glass in front of Mu Xiaoque, and drank the remaining half of the glass at the position where his lips were when he drank just now.

With red eyes, Qi Ping poked his neck and said, "I guess, I don't know that person."

Mu Xiaoque snatched the cup from Qi Ping's hand, put his arms around his shoulders and sent him out the door, "Qi Ping, come talk to me after you wake up."

"I'm sober!" Qi Ping was a little angry, he stood on the ground and said emphatically: "Although I have never liked anyone, I know how difficult it is to meet another person who makes me feel this way. I want to try my best!"

Mu Xiaoque said heartlessly: "Efforts are useless!"

"Mu Xiaoque!" Qi Ping also played with his forehead, "Fate and happiness are coming," you know! "

"Get out," Mu Xiaoque slapped him on the scalp, "Go back and think about it yourself, figure out what you want, and we'll talk about it later."

Qi Ping grabbed his belt and looked at him persistently: "Answer me, and I'll leave."

"I," Mu Xiaoque opened her mouth, looked at the persistence in Qi Ping's eyes, closed her eyes, and replied, "I don't have anyone I like."

Qi Ping exhaled a long breath, with a real smile in the corner of his eyes, and leaned his head on Mu Xiaoque's shoulder, "Thank you."

Thank you for letting me continue to like you and pursue you.

"Go back and rest?" Mu Xiaoque gently pushed Qi Ping away, trying to help him back.

Qi Ping grabbed the door frame and looked at the food on the table reluctantly, "I'm actually not full yet."

Turning his head to look at Mu Xiaoque's furrowed brows, he swore: "I promise to say these nonsense words after dinner."

Running back to the table, grabbing the chopsticks and eating the roast chicken, Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque from time to time with a smile in his eyes.

Mu Xiaoque got goosebumps all over his body when he saw it, and warned: "If you look this way again, I'll dig it out for you."

Qi Ping didn't know whether he drank too much fake wine or was brave enough to die. Instead, he stared more and more vigorously, like a hooligan who met a woman from a good family.

Unbearable, Mu Xiaoque flicked the wine glass casually, and a drop of liquid so small that it was completely invisible flew towards Qi Ping's eyes.

"My eyes! My eyes!" A howl sounded, Qi Ping covered his right eye and rushed out of the door.

Mu Xiaoque finally got a moment of peace, he swept his hand towards the door, and with a bang, the door was firmly shut behind Qi Ping.

He let out a comfortable breath and sat back in the chair. He picked up the wine on the table and drank a whole glass, suddenly remembered that this glass was used by Qi Ping, wiped his mouth, and sighed weakly.

No one has ever said that he likes him, and he always thought that no one in this world would like him.

But before he was comfortable enough, a person rushed in like an autumn wind.

Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque angrily with one red eye: "If I go blind, I will depend on you for the rest of my life."

"You try?" Mu Xiaoque glanced at Qi Ping sideways, obviously not caring about the threat of the other party's sternness, and even felt a little bored, with a bored look on his face.

"Hmph!" Qi Ping grabbed the two steamed buns on the table, turned and walked out, shouting, "I'm not human if I ignore you!"

Cough...cough cough cough!

Qi Ping immediately stopped, and Mu Xiaoque hurriedly got up and went to the bedside to grab Xiaobao's wrist. Although the pulse was a little floating, it was beating smoothly, and it seemed that she had passed the danger.

Xiao Bao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion, as if he didn't believe that he was still alive.

After a while, he grabbed Mu Xiaoque's hand excitedly, and weakly tried to get up, but Mu Xiaoque pushed him back again.

Xiaobao coughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for saving my life, brother. From now on, Xiaobao's life will be yours."

Qi Ping looked at the two tightly clenched hands, his eyes turned red again, he hurriedly threw down two steamed buns and rushed over.

Breaking apart the two hands vigorously, holding one in his hand and throwing the other on the bed: "Little brother, don't be too polite, this is what brothers should do."

Mu Xiaoque looked at her hand that was thrown on the bed, and shrugged innocently.