flapping wings

The fire in the north chamber was finally extinguished, and the injured were placed in one place for unified care.

The people in the west wing went to the empty building, and the Zhou family moved out the corpses overnight, cleaned the courtyard, and then moved all the guests in the north wing here.

Although people in the Jianghu do not have much taboo about haunted houses, there are still some, but at this time the entire Yunhe City has not been able to find a more suitable place to live.

Compared with this place, the outside may be more chaotic and dangerous, so although a group of people are reluctant, they still live in it honestly.

At night, Qi Ping woke up suddenly from the bed and found that there was nothing around him. He looked out of the bed and saw Mu Xiaoque fighting with four masked masters.

Mu Xiaoque was covered in blood, and the smell of blood was pungent. Qi Ping's mind went blank for a moment, he grabbed the sword and jumped out of the bed, chopping wildly.

A masked man in black grabbed a sword and attacked his chest, but Qi Ping only felt that his body was extremely heavy, and the arm holding the sword was weak and weak. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the sword stabbed towards his chest.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at Mu Xiaoque, his expression full of nostalgia.

However, at this moment, this person suddenly flew in front of him, and before Qi Ping could react, Mu Xiaoque fell backwards into his arms.

There was blood everywhere, flowing from Mu Xiaoque's heart, dripping onto his body, warm and sticky, soaking his whole body.

Mu Xiaoque lay on the bed and opened her eyes to look at Qi Ping who was sleeping beside her.

The man's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist through two quilts, his body numb from time to time, and he muttered nonsense.

Suddenly, Qi Ping's breathing became more and more rapid, and it seemed that he had exhausted his breath but not taken in it.

Mu Xiaoque felt that something was wrong, she pulled open the bed curtain, and the dazzling sunlight was projected on the bed, illuminating Qi Ping's bruised face.

"Qi Ping, breathe in," Mu Xiaoque pinched Qi Ping's mouth open, and kept blowing in, calling his name every few seconds.

Finally, with a violent cough, Qi Ping lay on the bed and gasped for breath.

Mu Xiaoque turned her head to look at him, with a hint of worry in her expression.

Just as he was about to ask a question, the other person threw himself into his arms, hitting his jaw so badly that tears almost fell down his face.

The scolding rolled to his mouth, and before he could spit it out, an extremely tragic howl instantly made his lips confinement, and he didn't dare to say more.

"I'm so scared," Qi Ping kept repeating these words, crying until his whole spine shook, looking extremely pitiful.

Mu Xiaoque raised her hand and patted him on the back, cleared her throat and said in a slightly gentle voice: "The bad guy has left, we will go home today."

Qi Ping was not comforted by his gentleness, instead his body froze instantly.

In the next second, he shook his head desperately as if shocked, and immediately bounced off Mu Xiaoque, fell back under the quilt, and tightly covered his mouth to prevent the choking sound from overflowing.

Mu Xiaoque was stunned by his reaction, and forgot to put her hand down in mid-air.

After a while, a muffled voice finally sounded: "Don't send me away, I won't go, I just had a nightmare, in the dream you died, I was so afraid of your death, I want to protect you, I won't cry, I sleep."

Hearing this person with meager martial arts say to protect herself again, Mu Xiaoque's back straightened, her fingers were so stiff that she couldn't move.

He had to admit that he really believed in his heart that the other party could do what he said.

After all, from the beginning of this road, it seems that the person being protected has always been himself, and the person behind him is always trying to hold up an umbrella for him.

Mu Xiaoque sat on the bed in a daze, and did not dare to turn her head until the person behind her fell asleep again.

Even in his sleep, Qi Ping still let out a few sobs from time to time.

He stretched out his hand cautiously, but withdrew it after hesitating for a moment.

In the end, he just patted Qi Ping on the shoulder lightly, "Sickness will disappear with one pat, and nightmares will disappear with two pats." After thinking for a while, he added in a cold voice, "Three pats will kill the enemy."

.......

When Qi Ping woke up, it was already dark, and Mu Xiaoque was sitting at the table and fiddling with something.

He got up and leaned over, only to see a black bag on the table, which contained various gadgets, "What are these?"

"Murderer," Mu Xiaoque picked up a tube-shaped object that was about as long as a palm and said, "This is called a five-color tube."

He pointed to the rope hanging at the end of the barrel, briefly explained how to use it, and then threw it to Qi Ping, "It's specially brought here for you to play with."

As if unwilling to let Qi Ping look at it, Mu Xiaoque tied the package again and threw it on the couch, "I have something to do in a few days, you lock the doors and windows yourself."

Noticing Qi Ping's expression changed instantly, he quickly explained: "I'll be back at dawn, and I won't leave you behind."

Qi Ping's intuition was wrong, and he narrowed his eyes: "What are you going to do? I won't let you go if I don't make it clear."

"Settling the score," Mu Xiaoque turned around and walked out the door, obviously unwilling to continue talking to him, "The meal is on the table, don't forget to eat."

"Settling the score?" Qi Ping thought for a while, and immediately figured out the key point. This is to settle the score with the Demon Dao.

He grabbed Mu Xiaoque's hand before he opened the door, "I'll go with you, my hair was burned like this by them, I have to get back some interest."

The two were at a stalemate at the door, Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque's determined look, and said, "If you don't take me with you, I'll go to a brothel!"

Mu Xiaoque glanced up and down at Qi Ping's small body, and instead joined him, "Do you have any money? Poor ghost, don't expect me to redeem you when the time comes."

"I don't care," Qi Ping frowned, "If you don't take me with you, you can see if I don't turn the whole Yunhe City upside down."

"Okay," Mu Xiaoque nodded reluctantly, stretched out her arms and opened the door to go out, and said before leaving: "Don't forget to eat."

As soon as Mu Xiaoque left, Qi Ping had already ignored his words, didn't even look at the food on the table, and sat in front of the mirror with scissors in hand and a round bowl on his head, feeling infinitely sad.

The only good thing about him in Mu Xiaoque's heart is that he looks good, and now even this is almost gone.

When Mu Xiaoque came back with a pack of fried fish, Qi Ping happened to take down the bowl on his head.

With Qi bangs and shoulder-length short hair, he shook his head, looked left and right, then turned to look at Mu Xiaoque expectantly: "Does it look good?"

Mu Xiaoque coughed a few times in shock, and at the moment when Qi Ping's emotions were about to collapse, he nodded hastily, in a panic, he praised without hesitation: "Innocent and cute."

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Three days later, in the middle of the night, a window on the second floor of the West Wing opened, and two men in black jumped out from inside. Looking carefully, it wasn't Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque.

The two picked up walls and dark alleys along the way, avoiding many eyesight and heading towards their destination.

On the way, Mu Xiaoque ordered: "When we get to the place, we will divide into two groups. You enter through the front door. Remember that the louder the better, buy me more time."

"Okay," Qi Ping nodded, trembling with excitement, "We have been beaten by others, and now we can finally beat others."

"Don't be careless," Mu Xiaoque patted the top of Qi Ping's head, "Pay attention to safety, don't force yourself, if you can't beat it, run to the inner courtyard."

"Don't worry, you have to be careful." Before leaving, Qi Ping took a deep breath and was about to run, but Mu Xiaoque suddenly stopped him, "Remember, run if you can't beat it."

Qi Ping nodded with a smile, turned around and ran, since he wanted to show off, there was no need to be sneaky, he simply swaggered to the door and knocked on it.

There was a slight sound of cloth rubbing against the door, but after waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

Qi Ping knocked more than a dozen times, and finally the person inside the door couldn't sit still, he opened the door forcefully and cursed: "His grandma, do you know where this place is, come to seek death in the middle of the night?"

"Dog, don't you recognize me, your grandfather, so soon?" Qi Ping grabbed his lapel with one hand, drew out his dagger and slit the man's throat with his backhand.

Regardless of the hot blood sprayed on his body, he coldly looked at the terrified man and confirmed, "Do you remember?"

"You... ho ho ho," the man slipped from Qi Ping's hands, and his body fell limply to the ground, clutching his neck and twitching.

Qi Ping didn't even look at it, he walked leisurely towards the courtyard and said harshly, "I'm here to collect debts."

Waiting for the other person to finally raise the alarm, Qi Ping grinned at him, threw the dagger violently, and stabbed the person in the heart.

Qi Ping looked at the enemy who was getting closer, raised his arm and pulled the mechanism hidden in his sleeve, and shot long black arrows towards the crowd.

However, the sleeve arrow has limited effect after all, Qi Ping looked at the person who was less than three feet away from him, drew out his sword and rushed towards the crowd with a move of "Wind Rolling Flowers".

Countless petals seem to be centered on him, rotating in all directions, forming a vortex of moderate size.

A large group of people quickly fell around him, and everyone in the front yard involuntarily backed away as he advanced.

Just when Qi Ping was secretly complacent, he suddenly slashed diagonally, cutting off his next move.

Qi Ping took advantage of the situation and used the hidden secret move of this move. The sword violently rotated around the hand as the center point, almost forming a small tornado.

After a few strokes, the knife was swept away, Qi Ping seized the time to release his hand lightly, the sword dangled forward like a poisonous tongue, and in the next second, it pierced the man's stomach.

He rushed forward, drew his sword in his left hand, turned around to force the people behind him back, and then rushed into the crowd to chop and kill.

At this time, a lot of blood was splashed on his face, some of which flowed directly into his mouth, filling his mouth with a rusty smell.

Qi Ping spit on the ground, bared his teeth and let out a smile, combined with the blood on his face, he looked like an evil ghost who came out of hell.

He deliberately maintained a sinister smile all the way as he walked forward and killed, sweating all over his body, and after a while, a male voice suddenly came from a distance: "Little thief, you are rampant!"

Qi Ping turned to the person who came, and saw a middle-aged man rushing towards this side, he looked like a fairy, probably the head of this den of thieves.

He asked back with disdain: "Am I crazy? When you drilled into my window in the middle of the night, didn't you think that I would directly break the door of your house?"

"Before you go wild, you have to see where this is." Zhao Yuandao waved his sleeves and hummed: "You have to weigh your qualifications first if you bully me, Zhao Yuandao."

Qi Pingdian was holding the sword in his hand, although he was nervous, he deliberately put on a contemptuous look on his face, "Boys, why don't you accept it? Do you want to fight me alone, or do you want to fight in groups shamelessly? "

"To deal with you, I alone will be enough," Zhao Yuandao waved his hands to stop the others' movements, Qi Ping was overjoyed, but his face remained unchanged.

"Should die, little thief!" Seeing Zhao Yuandao rushing towards him, Qi Ping tightened his sword tightly, and charged forward without avoiding, with such momentum that he seemed to be able to split the air easily.

Zhao Yuandao squinted his eyes, the other party's indomitable momentum made him more vigilant.

No wonder they failed to kill this little bastard after making such a big move. It seems that this little bastard has some skills.

Qi Ping danced wildly with one move, and his speed became faster and faster, but Zhao Yuandao really deserved to be a master, and he responded quite calmly.

Even though he took the lead in attacking the opponent, this person did not fall into a passive position because of this. Instead, he remained calm and even gradually took the initiative.

Qi Ping's sword moves seemed chaotic, but they contained certain rules. Although the flying flowers danced chaotically, they were caused by the wind.

The two made dozens of stances, and Qi Ping wanted to speed up again, but Zhao Yuandao stabbed obliquely at this time, directly breaking through the weakness of his stance.

In an instant, the sword swung wildly like a spirit snake, so flexible.

Zhao Yuandao looked at the cut in his clothes, and gritted his teeth secretly. The sword moved from left to right, up and up. It was clearly in the middle of the last second, but it had already hit his wrist in the next second. He couldn't tell the difference. The real whereabouts of this sword.

Qi Ping drew his sword on Zhao Yuandao's forearm and thigh, and even once broke through the defense, reaching the belly, which clearly had the upper hand.

But he didn't dare to be complacent, even though Zhao Yuandao was at such a disadvantage, he was still not in a hurry, although Qi Ping was not forgiving, but he also knew that he had hit a hard stubble.

After fighting for a few more moves, Zhao Yuandao suddenly stabbed out with his sword, and swung into the circle formed by the snake's swing without hesitation.

Before Qi Ping could be happy in the future, his hand trembled suddenly, his tiger's mouth hurt, and the sword almost fell out of his hand.

He held his breath secretly, this move was broken by the opponent with internal force.

Zhao Yuandao laughed complacently, "In the face of absolute power, no matter how delicate your sword moves are, it's useless. Little thief, you really don't pay attention to my Death Demon Sect. Today I will let your blood splatter here."

Hearing his words, Qi Ping snorted coldly, "If your Death Demon Sect can be beaten to shrink for 20 years, I can make your turtle shrink for another 20 years."

Qi Ping's face was neither red nor white when he said this. Although he knew that he had no capital to brag about, it didn't matter, as long as his wife had it.

The husband and wife should not separate their families, and sometimes they should pretend to be powerful.

Zhao Yuandao was stabbed to the sore spot by him, and he roared angrily: "Rampant thief, you can't escape death today!"

Qi Ping was called a thief all the way by this old thing, a thief, and then thought that he died in the cold, not because he hugged his wife to warm the bed, but because he danced with knives and guns here because of these people, so he quit immediately.

As soon as he came up with shameless energy, he opened his mouth and cursed: "How old are you, who is the thief scolding? I am your grandfather!"

The author says:

For Qi Ping's hairstyle, please refer to the white dragon in "Spirited Away", because Qi Ping's appearance is set to be cute and beautiful, and it is also a time when he is full of vigor, so the author really wants to change Qi Ping's hairstyle , It can be regarded as an indirect tribute to the classics in my heart.Now I have finally got my wish, and now I have blossomed with joy in my heart, and I have completely let myself go. Although the data in this book is not good, it is indeed a book that I wrote very happily.