Miao Jiangke

Zuo Qingyue was silent for a long time, rubbing the silver bell on his waist with his fingertips.

Qi Cheng kept his mouth shut as he said, his brows stained with unbearable, the Miao Jiang that everyone covets now, was snatched by Qing Yue from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

He always looked careless, as if he had a problem with being pampered.

But Qi Cheng naturally knew that Qingyue was not easy. When he went to Miao Jiang alone, his father was worried, but he didn't stop him.

Qingyue didn't mention the situation back then, but he had heard it a little bit, and he was afraid.

This kind of appearance will inevitably cause trouble. There are not a few sinister and evil people in Miao Jiang. Unexpectedly, Zuo Qingyue is so arrogant that he has tried his best to protect himself. This is why no one dares to ask for trouble.

Little did he know that Zuo Qingyue was also at the end of his battle back then.

Every time Qi Cheng thinks of these things, he feels overwhelmed. When he thinks that his friend was coveted by dirty people, he feels guilty. If he didn't succeed, he would have to go to the mass grave today to pick out the bones and smash them to pieces!

Fortunately, today's Qingyue is strong enough.

"Qingyue, I added a pond in your yard and raised some koi." Qi Cheng quickly put away the disappointment between his brows, raised a smile and looked at Zuo Qingyue, "There is also a parrot, the little guy is a little Temper, you... Take it easy."

Zuo Qingyue took a sip of tea slowly and looked up at him, "I look like someone who can take care of me?"

Qi Cheng was silent, and looked away, not wanting to see his friend's face that was becoming more and more evil, so he sighed.

Qingyue really doesn't look like a good thing any more.

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Xuan Qing lives inside.

Qiu Yan was confronting a parrot anyway.

Just now when he entered the house to tidy up, the parrot with green back and white belly tilted its head and stared at him. He ignored it, packed up the bed and the belongings, then left the house in a neat manner, and stood in front of the door to wait. Little Lord.

I never thought that this little thing would follow him to the door, jump on a branch and continue to look at him with its head tilted. Its mung bean-big eyes looked at him curiously, and it would shrink its head to change the direction from time to time.

"Hey... hello!"

A strange voice came, male and female were hard to distinguish, Qiu Yangui frowned, subconsciously grasped the saber, and suddenly raised his eyes to meet a pair of mung bean-like eyes, the voice came from it.

The little parrot seemed to be very interested in him, and kept saying, "Hey... hello..."

Qiu Yan fell silent, withdrew his hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword, and turned around not to look at it.

The noisy sound stopped abruptly.

With his back turned to the little parrot, he didn't see the little guy's neck suddenly stiffened, and then its feathers exploded angrily, and a strand of green hair on the top of its head stood up.

There was a sound of flapping wings behind him, but Qiu Yangui didn't pay attention.

Sudden.

There is a clear pain in the top of the head!

Qiu Yangui's eyes widened.

Where he couldn't see, an angry little guy flew to the top of his head, with mung bean-sized eyes revealing a hint of success, he raised his head high, and pecked hard at the top of Qiu Yangui's head with his hard beak!

How dare you ignore Master Bird!

Qiu Yangui couldn't avoid it, and was pecked twice. He pulled the parrot down with his hands, and saw the little thing jumping onto the plaque. Qiu Yangui couldn't hide his shock. Out of pride.

Seeing that it tilted its head again, and was about to rush over with its wings raised, Qiu Yangui raised his hand subconsciously, "How dare you—"

In the next second, the little guy swooped down and came straight for his face, kicking and pecking, with a sharp mouth, "You dare...you dare!"

Qiu Yangui raised his hand and carried it in his hand, like holding a hot potato. The one raised in the master's yard is probably considered a little ancestor, so it stands to reason that he couldn't treat it so rudely.

So he lightened his strength, the little ancestor opened his mouth aggressively at him, Qiu Yangui had no choice but to wrap his hands around it, and said logically, "I'll let you go, don't peck me."

The little ancestor cocked his neck and said in a thin voice, "Let go of you... let go of you..."

Qiu Yangui didn't know if it could understand, so he could only loosen his strength tentatively. The parrot's wings spread instantly, and it was about to swing him. Qiu Yangui quickly pinched it, "Don't hit me either!"

"Don't hit me...don't hit me..."

Qiu Yangui: "..."

He looked at the little thing in his hand silently, it seemed that the road was blocked, but Qiu Yangui didn't understand what made this little ancestor suddenly lose his temper.

The assassin had sharp eyes and ears, and before he could continue to worry, he heard footsteps not far away. One person and one bird looked sideways at the same time, and two figures walked in talking and laughing.

Zuo Qingyue looked at Qiu Yangui with smiling eyes, Qiu Yangui seemed to be pardoned, and his eyes rarely brightened.

But the next moment, the little ancestor in his hand opened his mouth.

"Don't hit me...don't hit me..."

The two chatted and laughed lightly.

Qiu Yangui lowered his head fiercely: "..."

The little ancestor shook his head persistently: "Don't hit me...don't hit me..."

Qi Cheng touched his nose in embarrassment, looked at Qiu Yangui with a frozen expression, and then at Zuo Qingyue who was smiling.

Zuo Qingyue walked over slowly, "The geese return?"

"No..." Qiu Yangui stood there listlessly, holding the little ancestor in his arms, wondering if he should let go, and said stiffly, "Young master, it was the one who pecked me, I didn't hit it."

Zuo Qingyue looked at his slightly powerless expression, his unsmiling eyes were a little more stubborn, Qi Cheng saw it clearly, fearing that Chi Yu would be hurt, he cleared his throat and said, "... If Qingyue has an order, tell him Just disciples, I'll see if they are lazy today, so I won't accompany you."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands hastily, and left in a hurry. Zuo Qingyue squinted at him, and then fixed his gaze on the parrot in the assassin's hand.

"Don't hit me...don't uh..." The chattering parrot seemed to feel the danger, shrinking its neck, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Oh?" Zuo Qingyue approached with great interest, a unique cold fragrance came over his face, the assassin subconsciously held his breath, his body stiffened.

I don't know if this incense is poisonous or not.

The young master definitely has Gu on him.

This made him at a loss, wanting to spread his wings and fly.

The little ancestor looked very clever, and now he was no longer as arrogant as before, quietly hunched his neck, saw Zuo Qingyue stretched out his fingers, and rubbed his head against his hand flatteringly.

Qiu Yangui clenched his hands subconsciously, staring at it, as if he wanted to stare a hole out of this flattering parrot.

Zuo Qingyue had a panoramic view of his expression, and smiled softly, "Let go of your hand."

Qiu Yangui slowly relaxed, the little parrot stood quietly in his hand, and twisted its body in favor.

Zuo Qingyue tapped its beak with his finger, and the little parrot gently nibbled his finger, then flapped its wings and flew to the young master's hand.

Qiu Yangui's hand was empty, and he curled up subconsciously and slowly put down his hand. He looked at the hideous parrot and bowed his head in silence.

Now even if he had a mouth, he couldn't explain it clearly.

He simply shut his mouth and knelt down on one knee.

"This subordinate knows his mistake." His voice was muffled.

The young master didn't speak immediately, but put the parrot on the pole first, and then said slowly, "Why, it didn't peck you?"

Qiu Yangui was startled, "...Yes."

"Then why admit your mistake?" Zuo Qingyue couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, and sat down on the stone bench in front of him.

Because no one in the Blood Pavilion would listen to an assassin's defense, everything was up to the master to judge right from wrong.

"...The young master believes me?" Qiu Yangui clenched his fists subconsciously.

The person in front of him stood up, and then Qiu Yangui's chin was lifted, Zuo Qingyue looked down at him, "Forget about your Blood Pavilion."

"I am a person who is light on the left, and I never have to wrong myself."