Miao Jiangke

Qi Cheng understood instantly, he clenched his hand into a fist against his lips to hide his smile, and said a few words of concern against his conscience.

In all likelihood, this is the internal response of the Zhejiange. I am afraid that the news that the young master of Miao Jiang is weak will spread later.

After all, it was the master of the Sword Sect, and he had seen a lot of disputes among these sects. He was quick-witted and guessed that there was something wrong with the group of people who were ambushing in Xunlong Mountain, not just the ghosts of the Sword Sect.

However, Qi Cheng could only guess one or two of them, not to mention Qingyue, naturally he didn't want him to be involved, there was nothing to tangle with.

He has always had his own plan, if he encounters any difficulties, Jianzong will naturally not ignore them.

Zuo Qingyue motioned Qi Cheng to take him around to look around. The disciples of Jianzong were practicing with swords. Several elders were advising them not far away, and they bowed their hands to salute them without disturbing them.

The assassin froze, leaning against the pale young master who frowned and forbearance in his arms.

Zuo Qingyue has a beautiful appearance, but in fact he is of extremely tall stature, somewhat taller than an assassin, so his posture is a little awkward.

Soon, he took the next best thing to hold the assassin's wrist, forced a smile at Qi Cheng, took out a bottle of pills from his bosom, poured out one and took it, and his complexion improved a lot after a while.

Qi Cheng looked concerned, pointed out the key on purpose, hesitant to speak, "Just rest here for a few days and take good care of yourself, otherwise you will be hurt..."

"It's nothing serious." Zuo Qingyue shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't be able to stay for a few days, I have to go to Hengcheng."

Qi Cheng showed a clear look, but he didn't say anything clearly, he just sighed, "Forget it."

Zuo Qingyue smiled, a pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes passed by not far away without any trace, and then retracted as if nothing had happened.

An elder waved his finger inadvertently, and the disciple beside him lowered his head and walked out without saying a word.

It seems that some people can't hold back anymore.

Zuo Qingyue's fingers unconsciously stroked the assassin's wrist, and Qiu Yangui pursed his thin lips stiffly.

After patrolling around, Zuo Qingyue bid farewell to Qi Cheng, and took the assassin for a leisurely stroll in the backyard.

The sky is getting darker, and the evening wind is intoxicating.

Qiu Yangui acted as a humanoid crutch without saying a word, at this moment it was clear that no one else existed, but for some reason the young master still did not let go of his hand.

"Why did you go to the Blood Pavilion before?" Zuo Qingyue asked without warning without looking back.

Qiu Yangui was startled for a moment, and then the bloody memory flashed in his mind, his voice was slightly hoarse, "My family was slaughtered, the Pavilion Master is kind to me."

Zuo Qingyue paused slightly imperceptibly, he could hear that the assassin didn't want to say much about this matter, so he didn't ask further, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, but he smiled again for a moment.

When the two returned to the yard, the little parrot flew over with flapping wings, "Welcome! Welcome!"

Zuo Qingyue raised his hand to hold it, and gently stroked its hair with his fingers.

The arrogant little ancestor just now was gentle and soft in his hands, and when the young master let go of it, it stood majestically on the young master's shoulders.

I don't know if it was Qiu Yangui's illusion, but the bird seemed to glare at him.

After Qi Cheng came here uninvited and had a meal here, it was already completely dark.

Before leaving, Qi Cheng said as if thinking of something, "I ordered someone to clean up the room next to yours..."

"Don't worry about it." Zuo Qingyue's eyes flashed a trace of evil, and he said with a smile, "He's with me."

Qiu Yangui subconsciously turned his head and glanced at him, wondering and uncertain.

Could it be that he committed a crime again?

On the other hand, Qi Cheng subtly looked at the rather attractive assassin, then at Qingyue, who was not a good bird, shook his head and left wisely.

"Young master, subordinate..." Qiu Yangui hesitated to speak.

Zuo Qingyue glanced at him casually, "Why, do you have an opinion?"

"...But according to the young master's order."

Zuo Qingyue stood up in satisfaction, Qiu Yangui had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow, tensing his body vigilantly, for fear that Ying Liuying Shi would suddenly jump out and tie him up with a rope.

Zuo Qingyue stood still in the room, Qiu Yangui consciously stepped forward to undress him, suddenly the door was gently pushed open, he tilted his head and saw Ying Liu's masked face, his expression was as indifferent as locking him that day , he subconsciously grabbed the corner of the young master's clothes, then hastily looked away and let go.

Zuo Qingyue looked at the assassin lightly with downcast eyes, naturally he didn't miss his tense moment, and silently raised his lips.

Ying Liu and Ying Ten moved the bathtub into the screen, bowed and left.

Qiu Yangui took off the young master's headgear, left Qingyue's black hair hanging down, and walked behind the screen.

This scene was more or less familiar, Qiu Yangui hesitated for a moment, and the young master's somewhat vague voice came from inside, "Come and serve."

"Yes." Qiu Yangui had no choice but to keep up, and walked around the screen to see the young master already leaning on the bathtub, his fair skin made him unable to restrain himself from thinking of some embarrassing images, and his ears quietly flushed.

He watched his eyes, nose, nose, and heart, but the sound of water flowed into his ears inevitably, and the assassin rubbed his fingers at a loss.

When there was a sound of water coming out, Qiu Yangui took the white scarf beside him as if he had just woken up from a dream, and settled down to wipe the young master's body. Even though he tried his best to avoid it, it was inevitable that he would still see it at such a close distance. Something that shouldn't be seen, the young master is not a thin physique, the white skin is covered with just the right texture, clean and strong.

Zuo Qingyue's black hair was dipped in water, hanging on his chest, looking at the assassin's red eartips in leisure.

After putting on the clothes for the young master, Qiu Yan heaved a sigh of relief, Zuo Qingyue raised his hand and squeezed his red ear tips a little bit, his voice could not be heard, "I will not be an example."

Qiu Yangui knew that he was saying that he had a lot of distracting thoughts, and he secretly complained, but he had no choice but to say, "Yes."

The assassin sighed in his heart, although the young master was very handsome, he absolutely didn't dare to think anything that he shouldn't have, just now it was just...

Thinking of their unpleasant first encounter.

The young master was sitting in front of the case, with a casually draped outer robe. Seeing him coming out and shaking Yinling around his waist, Ying Liu came in with a dull expression, glanced at the assassin with a complicated expression, and silently back down.

Qiu Yangui didn't think too much about it, and served the young master's dishes. When it was ready, the young master held a book, tapped his knuckles on the table, and said calmly, "Eat."

Qiu Yangui was stunned, "Young master?"

"You are tired today, and you have not eaten with me." Zuo Qingyue raised his eyebrows to look at him, "If I hadn't thought of it, are you going to be hungry until tomorrow?"

Qiu Yangui was taken aback.

An assassin's life is cheap, who cares about his food and clothing.

The last time he was able to say that he was hungry was when there was no change in his family, but at that time he was not an assassin, but a naughty child, and then he was in chaos.

He has been in the Blood Pavilion for more than ten years.

But also for gratitude.

In fact, he also knew that Zuo Qingyue was not a kind person, with a bad temper and cruel methods.

But what he gave these days is something that Qiu Yangui never dared to expect.

Even if the other party may just give a handout.

It was enough for him to be able to do so.

The assassin didn't speak, but looked at him with something wrong, and the end of his eyes seemed to be a little red.

There seemed to be some unfathomable emotions hidden, mixed with a hint of relief.

The fake smile in Zuo Qingyue's eyes dissipated for a moment, and then quickly gathered together. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the assassin kneeling on one knee. For the first time, he lowered his head willingly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Thank you for your kindness, master."

Previously, the subordinates were very unwilling, and they still hoped for the master Haihan.

From now on, I will sacrifice my life to keep you safe.