flapping wings

Huo Qing looked at Mu Xiaoque in disbelief, and murmured in his heart, wondering if this person was really so strong that he could fight two against one, or he was confused.

Although the opportunity was not lost at this time, he, who had always been proud, was unwilling to accept it.

Mu Xiaoque glanced coldly at the man surnamed Zhang: "Either you two fight together, or I will deal with him first and then fight you."

"It was agreed in the betting agreement that life and death are irrelevant in every game," Xia Qianqiu couldn't help but said, "Your Excellency must seek revenge for this now, I don't know where to put this agreement?"

"Okay, then we will abide by the agreement." Mu Xiaoque took a step forward, her body tensed, her qi circulated, and she made a gesture: "But let's say it first, the bet is over, and the matter between me and him will be settled." It's a private matter, Master Huomen, let's start!"

Huo Qing and the others looked at each other, and the person surnamed Zhang who seriously injured Qi Ping suddenly said: "Since your Excellency wants to compete with me so much, it is naturally not good to keep you waiting, Master Huo, let's go together."

After speaking, he jumped into the field and formed a front and rear flank with Huo Qing.

Xiao Muya's dead heart couldn't help jumping up, he swallowed hard and watched the situation on the field intently.

Mu Xiaoque turned to face the person surnamed Zhang with her sword upright, and rushed towards him regardless of the danger behind her.

However, when he was still a sword away from the man, Huo Qing had already caught up, and the pair of melon hooks clasped in his hands were hooked towards his back.

Everyone stretched their necks to look, at this moment, a whirlwind suddenly blew up with Mu Xiaoque at the center.

Sand and stones hit his face, and fiery qi swirled on both sides of his body. The weeds on the ground were uprooted and turned into fly ash in an instant.

Xia Qianqiu exclaimed: "He...he is the leader of the wild sparrow!"

"Mu Yunyu," Xiao Muya looked at Qi Ping thoughtfully, "You really dare to provoke anyone."

Huo Qing and the person surnamed Zhang loomed in the huge whirlwind, his whole body was flushed, and the blood seemed to burst from the inside.

Drops of blood flung out from the wind, covering the uppers of the remaining three men in black.

Mu Xiaoque's long hair fluttered, and the hairband curled out of the wind and floated onto Qi Ping's sleeping cheek.

While the hem of the clothes was swaying, he saw his clasped palms suddenly pushing to the sides, and with a bang, the wind whirl exploded from inside, and the two men spurted blood from seven orifices and smashed towards different directions.

Mu Xiaoque chased after the black figure with her sword in her hand. Before the man fell to the ground, she stabbed his sword into his body and nailed him to the ground.

The clothes on this person surnamed him were already in tatters, a large puddle of blood flowed out from under his body, and he could not make a sound with his mouth wide open.

Mu Xiaoque slowly drew out the sword, threw it aside, grabbed the man by the collar and punched him in the stomach.

The man kept choking blood from his mouth, and kept muttering in horror: "Forgive...cough cough...forgive..."

With a bang, Mu Xiaoque directly punched his heart, and buried his unspoken word "fate" in his heart forever.

Bending down to pick up the sword on the ground, Mu Xiaoque ignored the blood splashed on her face and slowly walked towards Huo Qing who was moaning in pain on the ground.

As soon as the word "recognized" came out of Huo Qing's mouth, he rushed over to cover the opponent's mouth, raised the sword in his hand and quickly stabbed Huo Qing's heart.

With hot blood spraying on his face, he gasped and turned back to those stunned people and said coldly: "One arm, one for each person."

"You, Master Huomen," Xia Qianqiu tremblingly said, "He has already surrendered, why do you still want to kill him?"

"Really," Mu Xiaoque said lightly, digging out his ears, "That's because his voice is too low."

Standing up with the sword in his hand, the blood on his face was not even wiped off. Coupled with the coldness of repelling others thousands of miles away, he looked like a soul-hunting ghost, "One arm, one for each person."

The remaining three looked hesitant, and Mu Xiaoque tapped the ground with the sword in her hand. After waiting for a while, she became impatient, and slowly walked towards the three with a gloomy face.

Xia Qianqiu took half a step back, the veins in the hand holding the sword popped out, he gritted his teeth and swung the sword towards his left arm to chop it down.

After tapping a few acupoints, he turned around and left without looking back at the others: "Commander Mu, I admit my failure today, and there will be a later date."

Lying on the ground with three arms alone, Mu Xiaoque finally couldn't help spurting out blood.

His whole body softened, and he half knelt down while propping up the sword. After a moment of panting, he finally straightened up and waved his hands at Xiao Muya: "It's okay, go back first."

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

The window paper tore through a hole the size of a finger, and the hot air inside rushed out. Mu Xiaoque stood firmly at the other end of the hole, looking at Qi Ping whose body was full of silver needles.

"Commander," the old woman brought over a bowl of decoction, "Go and rest first, I'll be watching over here."

"I'm fine," Mu Xiaoque took the soup and drank it down. Before she could say more words of relief, she choked up blood again.

His eyes suddenly went dark, and he managed to stabilize his body by leaning on the wall, "Continue to send people to find Duan Qingyin's mother, since someone deliberately led us to Duan Qingyin, then she can't be a clamshell who knows nothing."

"Commander!"

The mouse ran over in a hurry and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Xia Qianqiu and the others died, and they were hung on the tower of Yunhe City together with the bodies of Huo Qing. Killed by Young Master Qi."

Mu Xiaoque leaned her back against the wall, turned her head to look at Qi Ping through the hole, and frowned imperceptibly, "What do you think the people who did this want to do?"

"Judging from the results, this matter has now achieved a triple effect. One is that Mr. Qi is very strong and cruel, the other is to deter those who reveal the list, and the third is to prevent the leader from revealing his identity."

The mouse shook his head distressedly: "But this is also what makes me feel the strangest. I can't figure out what benefit that person can get from it."

"And it's very important," Mu Xiaoque put her finger on the hole, as if she was afraid that the unconscious person in the room would only increase her troubles if they heard it.

He said softly: "If he wants to kill us this afternoon, it will be easy."

The mouse straightened up in an instant. He noticed Mu Xiaoque's movement and raised his eyebrows towards the room: "I remember that when the commander encountered a villain with a scar, there was also someone who saved you. Now it seems that these two people are probably the same A person, so maybe this person has something to do with Young Master Qi?"

"Xiao Qi's timing to go down the mountain is very ingenious," Mu Xiaoque squeezed the space between his brows uncomfortably: "But if I had wanted to use him as a pawn a long time ago, without me as a variable, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to get up in the water."

Because of Qi Ping's relationship, he was unwilling to transfer his doubts to that carefree mountain. After a while, he shook his head and stopped talking.

He waved his hand and ordered: "Duan Qingyin continues to investigate, the mouse will pay close attention to whether there are other voices in the city about this matter, and intervene appropriately."

When the two retreated, Mu Xiaoque moved his fingers and looked over again. Qi Ping had never been so honest, even when he was sleeping, he had never been so quiet, so quiet, as if a gust of wind could take away his intermittent breathing.

In the middle of the night, the doctor finally finished his diagnosis and treatment, and the situation was slightly under control. Mu Xiaoque rushed in after warming up his clothes.

However, before reaching the edge of the bed, his feet were completely stuck, and after a pause for a few breaths, he moved over cautiously.

His fingertips lightly touched Qi Ping's hot face, he shrank his hands, supported the edge of the bed and slowly put his ear to Qi Ping's chest, closed his eyes and listened to the slightly weak heartbeat.

Every pause was so long that his heart skipped a beat and his breathing was difficult.

At this moment, Qi Ping really annoyed him, the other party was no longer that amorous young man who seemed to jump out every time he got close to his heart.

He frowned in dissatisfaction, put his hand on Qi Ping's chest, as if being bewitched, he held his breath and pressed his lips to it.

Boom boom boom!

"I didn't kiss you!"

Mu Xiaoque suddenly opened her eyes, stepped back abruptly, and sat on the ground almost unsteadily.

His heart almost jumped out of his throat, he looked at Qi Ping seriously with a sullen face, the extremely tense environment made him vomit blood again.

After waiting for a while, he found that Qi Ping didn't respond at all. He wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and put his hand back again. Disappointed, the anger in his heart burned.

He punched himself who was not up to the mark, he gritted his teeth and boldly put it in Qi Ping's ear and said brazenly: "If you wake up tonight, I'll give it to you...well, that, but that doesn't mean I like you , is to give you alms once."

There was unconcealable pride in his tone, as well as sincere appreciation for his courage, and he even smiled comfortably after speaking.

"really?"

Mu Xiaoque covered her mouth and raised her head to look over. Qi Ping looked at him with a smile from the corner of his eyes, and said weakly, "Did the doctor tell you that I was awake?"

"I didn't kiss you," Mu Xiaoque stepped back, waved her hands, spurted blood again in anxiety, and explained, "I just wanted to test your body temperature."

"No kiss, no kiss," Qi Ping frowned, "What's wrong with you? How did you get hurt like this?"

"It's okay, the disadvantage of that move, just keep it for two days." Mu Xiaoque took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, raised her head suspiciously: "Do you know that I don't like you?"

"You've said it several times," Qi Ping laughed so hard that he covered his aching belly and hooked his fingers, "Come here."

He raised his hand to hook the back of Mu Xiaoque's neck, and swam his tongue around the other's mouth. After panting for a while, he said in relief: "This is called kissing. Yours is called mouth to mouth at most. Don't try it like this in the future." It's warm."

"Oh," Mu Xiaoque lowered his head, the tips of his ears were red, and had already started to spread to his neck, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the floor, but he remained motionless, his whole body stretched into a piece of wood.

Qi Ping propped himself up and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and gently patted his head: "Hurry up, rinse your mouth and go to bed."

Seeing that the person was not moving, he had no choice but to say, "By the way, which one are you talking about?"

Looking at Mu Xiaoque's tensed back and the endless bleeding, he asked reluctantly: "Are you going to give me a gift? I want a ring, okay?"

Mu Xiaoque instantly became one level shorter, breathed a sigh of relief and thought for a moment, then took out a green jade wrench from her bosom and put it on Qi Ping's thumb, so big that it slipped straight down.

Seeing that it was so perfunctory that he couldn't be more perfunctory, he also felt a little embarrassed, but he was afraid that if he didn't give the ring now, Qi Ping would chase him for it in the future.

After thinking for a few seconds, Mu Xiaoque finally took Qi Ping's arm and put it on her stomach, coaxing: "Hey, I won't drop it this time."

"Can you hold me?" Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque, and said aggrievedly, "I'm in pain and cold."

Leaning into Mu Xiaoque's arms again, he sighed helplessly, closed his eyes and ignored those nervous eyes, ran his fingers across the jade wrench, and said silently, "I'm sorry."