Miao Jiangke

Only a glimmer of moonlight radiated from the dark sky, lingering in the lonely forest, cold and desolate.

Subtle movements sounded, and a figure that was so fast that you could almost see the afterimage passed by. The weeds and leaves were knocked down by the strong wind, and then returned to normal.

There seems to be a warm liquid dripping into the slightly moist soil, but fortunately it does not appear bright under the night.

Not far behind Qiu Yangui was a few people who were chasing him, all dressed in gray and holding swords in their hands.

"Elder, what's ahead... are we still chasing?" One of them stopped hesitantly, his tone tense.

The face of the man called the elder was as sinking as water, looking at the lonely mountain in the distance, it was not so much a lonely mountain as it was a city outside the secular world.

The continuous mountain road outside the city is brightly lit, and the glorious and mysterious atmosphere can be vaguely seen. This is the former residence of "Miao Jiang Ke".

——"Swallowing Cloud Pavilion".

The place where yin matter gathers is full of snakes, scorpions and Gu insects.

The elder gritted his teeth and put away his sword, "...Let's go, this enemy fell into the boundary of Tunyun Pavilion, and he will definitely not end well!"

"Yes!" Those people followed behind the elder, flew up, and disappeared into the moonlight within a few breaths.

The person hidden in the deep forest didn't hear any more movement, heaved a sigh of relief, his breathing was heavy and limp, and under the moonlight he could barely see his bare skin covered with blood, dripping down on his side.

With a mask on his face, he looked at one direction motionlessly, the lights in the distance were the only bright spot in his eyes, Qiu Yangui watched almost obsessively, like a moth with broken wings.

With serious injuries all over his body, he suddenly smiled lightly, involving the injuries in his body, he tilted his head and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Qiu Yangui looked up feebly, and his smile became self-deprecating.

It is a joke that the top assassin from the "Blood Pavilion" was injured by the sect's disciples like this.

But I can't blame others.

All of this was caused by Qiu Yangui himself. If he hadn't thrown himself into the trap, these people might not even be able to touch the hem of his clothes. Now that Qiu Yangui ranks first among the assassins in the Jianghu, ordinary people can't do it at all. hurt him a bit.

It was he himself who was willing to "miss his hand" and be hurt by his enemies, and it was he who was willing to "sell his life for the pavilion master" and go to various sects to disrupt the situation.

Then he got his wish and was seriously injured, half dead and paralyzed in this desolate and uninhabited forest.

But he tried his best, but he just thought that he would die in a place with him...

These years, he is really too tired.

The vision became blurred, and the pain became numb, Qiu Yangui tightly grasped his saber, thinking to himself.

If only I could see him before I die.

Eye sockets were a little red, Qiu Yangui lowered his eyes to look at the sword, it was the only thing his master left him.

It was he who personally used this sword to sever all ties with his master.

Suddenly.

There was a thick fog in the mountains, the shadows of the trees were eerily still, the wind was howling and shrill, Qiu Yangui raised his eyes fiercely, and clenched the hilt of his sword with his fingers.

A familiar aura came over his face, and he froze in place. A man walked slowly through the mountain mist. He was wearing a long gown like ink splashed on white paper. , is also good and evil.

Qiu Yangui couldn't see his face clearly, but he could clearly describe the other person's face in the dark, with long eyelashes drooping, unparalleled in beauty, the brightest spring color in the world, and also the most poisonous snake and scorpion.

A strange tone came, lazy and slutty.

"Yo, it's been a long time."

"How can I make myself so embarrassed, I will feel bad..."

The voice became clearer and clearer, the weeds were trampling under his feet, rustling and coming towards him, Qiu Yangui lowered his head that was originally upright, and his seriously injured body trembled uncontrollably.

……It's him.

It's really him.

Qiu Yangui's pupils trembled wildly, the hand holding the sword suddenly loosened, and he relaxed and limp on the tree behind him.

Zuo Qingyue looked at his embarrassment, strange emotions flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly evoked an extremely nasty smile, squatted down condescendingly, raised his hand and shattered Qiu Yangui's face with internal force. mask.

Then he squeezed his chin hard, forcing him to look at himself, "Why don't you talk?"

Zuo Qingyue's hand stroked lightly, his tone was soft like a lover's whisper, "The wild goose returns..."

Qiu Yangui's heartbeat almost resounded throughout the forest, and his suppressed eyes almost revealed a trace of love and obsession, but the next moment, he fell into an abyss.

Zuo Qing got closer, as if appreciating his embarrassment, then suddenly lowered his eyebrows, and said word by word, "Who gave you the courage to appear in front of me."

The heat in Qiu Yangui's eyes was scorching hot, and then cooled down quickly. He almost exhausted all his strength before he turned his head and squeezed out a humiliating sentence from between his lips and teeth, "...don't touch me."

He is too dirty now, and he is in a mess.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes darkened in an instant, and the smile on his lips disappeared. Without warning, he stretched out his hand to strangle Qiu Yangui's neck, and pressed him firmly against the tree trunk behind him.

"Uh...cough..." Qiu Yangui subconsciously grasped Zuo Qingyue's hand with his blood-stained hands, leaving a different temperature on his spotless knuckles.

Zuo Qingyue stared at his painful face with almost no expression, his eyes were full of hostility, as if he wanted to nail him to a tree, with more and more force in his hands, Qiu Yangui's struggling movements gradually weakened .

There were buzzing sounds in his ears, and his eyes blurred, Qiu Yangui knew that he was going to die.

To be able to die in Zuo Qingyue's hands, he would be happy.

Qiu Yangui was distracted, and caressed Zuo Qingyue's hand lightly, but it was still as cold as before, no matter how much he covered it, he couldn't warm it.

A smile flashed across his lowered eyes, which turned into hot liquid and dripped down, like the last nostalgia for this world.

Consciousness sinks into the first encounter in late autumn.

The liquid mixed with blood dripped onto Zuo Qingyue's hand, he let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and shook his sleeve robe with a gloomy expression, breathing heavily.

Unsupported, Qiu Yan fell to the ground, as if... not breathing.

Realizing this, Zuo Qingyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly squatted down to feel the opponent's pulse, his breath was very weak, his internal organs were all damaged, and his injuries were serious.

If you don't heal your wounds, I'm afraid it won't last long.

Zuo Qingyue's face was plunged into the darkness, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly. It took him a while to whistle, and several black shadows fell to the ground instantly.

"Young Master." The masked man knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

Zuo Qingyue's expression was unclear, and his voice was a little eerie, "Bring him back."

"Take some medicine casually and lock it in the prison palace."

Prison Palace is the head of the five major purgatory in Tunyun Pavilion, and all the people who are imprisoned are feuds or treacherous people, it is almost a purgatory on earth.

But this prison palace was banned three years ago. That year, the young master returned from a serious injury and washed the prison palace with blood under madness. His temper was not as lazy and leisurely as before, and his temper became more and more moody.

Although the previous methods were also cruel.

But not violent.

It is also because his methods have become more and more terrifying in recent years, few people dare to provoke Tunyun Pavilion openly.

The masked man didn't dare to say much, but just lowered his head, "Yes."

Then he lifted the unconscious Qiu Yangui, and headed towards the distant lights, the deep forest was quiet, leaving Zuo Qingyue alone, showing a somewhat complicated and irritable expression.