Miao Jiangke

There is undisguised arrogance in the words.

Inexplicable emotions invaded, Qiu Yangui's pupils shrank suddenly, he lowered his eyes to avoid the young master's indifferent eyes, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "...Yes."

"There is already a clue about the matter of the Blood Pavilion. You can directly negotiate with Yingshi. You can call on the contacts of the Cloud Swallowing Pavilion without telling me." Zuo Qingyue let go of his hand in satisfaction.

Hearing about the Blood Pavilion, Qiu Yangui immediately ignored the inexplicable strange emotion, and frowned, "Thank you, young master."

The young master didn't respond, he teased the little parrot casually, no emotion could be seen in his lowered eyes, so Qiu Yangui could only silently wait by his side.

There was no one else in the yard, and Ying Liu and Ying Ten didn't know where they were hiding.

After dusk, the twilight became a little more lonely. Zuo Qingyue stood with his hands behind his back. He was slender and stunningly beautiful. On his left shoulder stood a reserved green-backed parrot, which was slowly feeding the koi in the pond. These koi The carps were well raised, smelling the smell of food, they slowly gathered at his feet.

After Qiu Yan returned, he followed two steps, his eyes flickered slightly, and the nonsensical thoughts from that night reappeared.

The young master didn't seem very interested.

Even though there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, the deep silence in his eyes and the indifference revealed by his back gradually turned into a kind of loneliness.

It was as if he was standing there, and any freshness was an empty vitality, and a strange aura spread from him, and even the glow was like a dream.

Just like the illusion he had carefully woven, Zuo Qingyue watched all this with a condescending and cold eye.

Standing in this situation, he can ignore it.

Suddenly, a black shadow fell silently beside Qiu Yangui, his body subconsciously tensed up for a moment, and then he relaxed when he realized who it was.

Ying Liu saluted in an orderly manner, "Young Master."

"Have you found out who it belongs to?" Zuo Qingyue didn't look back, and sprinkled a handful of fish food to the pond, and the koi immediately rushed to grab it, splashing water everywhere.

Ying Liu's simple words are shocking: "As expected by the young master, all the dead men came. I am afraid that the assassination of Xunlong Mountain this time involves a lot of things. It should be just a test."

"I'm afraid we'll have to be more prepared in the future..." Ying Liu looked serious.

There are countless enemies in Tunyun Pavilion, they are not afraid of those people, but the current situation is quite weird. In the past, no one has ever been convinced by the various sects fighting each other, but now it seems that they suddenly have the intention of blending together, which is hard to bear. speculate.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and they have to guard against it.

The young master pondered for a moment, and when he turned around, the smile in his eyes was sparse, and there was a bit of bloodthirsty on that strange face, he smiled lightly, "There were many years of civil strife, and a few mice slipped away if they were not in order, but no problem..."

"Whoever he is, if he offends me, Tunyun Pavilion, he will die."

The sense of danger coming to his face made Qiu Yangui's hair stand on end, and he was slightly suffocated for breathing.

Ying Liu has been with the young master for many years, and has long been accustomed to this, "What does the young master mean?"

"Release the news." Zuo Qingyue said with a smile, "I practice Gu backlash to Jianzong to cultivate, and then I went to Hengcheng to heal my wounds by watching the Lantern Festival, understand?"

It's hard to tell whether this news is true or not, but there are always greedy people who will show their feet and release news of their weakness to lure them. The more people who come to assassinate, the more they can find out.

But this undoubtedly put the young master in danger.

Ying Liu didn't respond, just bowed his head in response, Qiu Yangui pursed his lips and didn't speak.

It wasn't until Ying Liu left that Zuo Qingyue looked at the silent Qiu Yangui, "What do you want to say?"

Qiu Yangui opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. He raised his eyes to look at the smiling young master. At this moment, he was a little terrified, and there was no emotion in those eyes.

He didn't care at all whether he was in danger or not, just like what Qiu Yangui thought just now, he seemed to be careless and careful, but in fact he didn't care at all, like a perfect body.

Also like...a conscious puppet.

It seems that nothing can arouse the waves in his heart, maybe there was once, and then disappeared, so he floated in this world like a wandering soul, extremely sober, but willing to be chaotic.

Qiu Yangui is very disciplined and was once the leader of the Blood Pavilion. He naturally knows how to measure, but for some reason, maybe it is the dead silence and turbulence on the other party that he hates so much, which has bit by bit eroded his calm heart. When I arrived at the mass grave where the corpses were scattered all over the place, the smell of blood permeated the tip of my nose.

Those who survived should go on desperately, this is the only fetter that those blood seas once existed in the world.It is also his belief that he can survive in the Blood Pavilion. He can die, but he has to die well.

At least...not self-defeating.

Qiu Yangui clenched his fists, and said in a hoarse voice, "In this way, the young master will be in danger."

He raised his eyes to look at Zuo Qingyue's still smiling face, without any wavering, just as he expected.

"I can't bear to let the child not be tied to the wolf." Zuo Qingyue shook his head, "There are countless people who want to kill me, so it's nothing."

As he spoke, he looked at the assassin jokingly, "Why, are you scared?"

Qiu Yangui lowered his head and did not make a sound, rubbing the silver bell on his waist with his fingers, as if in a trance.

Zuo Qingyue sighed leisurely, "Don't be afraid, with your skill..." You can't lose your life.

Sudden.

"It's really nothing." The assassin boldly interrupted him, raised his head and his voice was solemn, but a little soft.

"The subordinate will not let the young master get hurt."

Zuo Qingyue's lingering smile dissipated for a moment, and a slightly dazed emotion flashed in his eyes, which was quickly covered up again.

The yard was silent, it took a long time for Zuo Qingyue to smile again, he didn't respond to the assassin's words, he just gave a light snort, and then wandered out as if nothing happened, "Come on, let me show you what's so good about Jianzong thing."

The assassin didn't care, and responded in a low voice, "Okay."

He followed Zuo Qingyue, walked around the bamboo forest in front of the courtyard and walked a few more steps, and could vaguely see the figure of the disciple of Jianzong.

Qi Cheng, who had just escaped with an excuse, stood aside, with a tall and straight figure, with a majestic look on his brows, perhaps sensing someone approaching, he glanced sideways, and immediately stretched his eyebrows, "Why don't you stop... Come and see the excitement? "

"Okay." Zuo Qingyue responded with a smile, suddenly frowned without warning, his face turned pale, he held his heart and coughed twice, "cough cough..."

Qiu Yangui's face changed suddenly, he quickly stepped forward to support the young master, and asked in a low voice, "Young master, do you feel unwell?"

Zuo Qingyue frowned and shook his head slightly, looking a little weak, leaned on the assassin's body, Qi Cheng was also startled, "Qingyue, you are..."

"It's okay." Zuo Qingyue quietly curled his lips at him, then leaned weakly against the assassin, and coughed twice, "It's just a little cold, it's not a problem."

Qiu Yangui had a worried expression: "..."