Miao Jiangke

Didn't you say that the young master is happy?

Qiu Yangui was stiff and didn't make a sound. He had to put a handkerchief on the edge of the bed before, not to mention...

"Read." The young master's lazy voice rang beside his ears, hoarse and dull, the assassin had no choice but to read in a low voice, he carefully relaxed his body so that the master could lean on.

The assassin's body was warm, he was very sensible and didn't move around, Zuo Qingyue lay on his pillow casually, without any consideration for other people's feelings.

He had long been familiar with that ancient book, and letting the assassin read it was just for fun, Zuo Qingyue listened to his low voice, and slowly closed his eyes.

The rest of the senses are sharper.

The Assassin's body smelled like medicine, and it was the medicine he personally applied. Other than that, there was no peculiar smell, and it smelled very clean.

Still very obedient, stupid like a tendon.

Just now that his behavior was so vile, the assassin didn't even think about hiding, it was fine if he didn't hide, and he accepted the punishment sternly and admitted his mistake.

He didn't know when the little spike at the beginning was slowly retracted. If the assassin was chained before, he was like a ferocious beast that was bound by iron chains and unwilling to give in.

Then at this time, he is a lone wolf who puts away the wildness, lowers his proud head docilely, and only reveals a dangerous and stern side when he is protecting the Lord.

But why is this necessary? How could a lone wolf recognize his master?

Zuo Qingyue slowly raised his hand, and put his hand on the assassin's wound, lying in a daze.

Qiu Yangui suffocated for breath, and his voice suddenly stopped.

Zuo Qingyue didn't urge him this time, his fingertips were warm, and he could feel the assassin's abdomen rising and falling with his breathing.

Qiu Yangui held the scroll and did not make a sound, for a moment only the two of them breathed lightly in the room.

After a long time, Zuo Qingyue flicked out the candle as if condescending, and leaned against the assassin without moving, his voice was so faint that he couldn't hear his emotions, "Lie down and don't move, it's because of your meritorious service in protecting the lord that you'll share half of your bed."

Qiu Yangui gently placed the scroll on the side of the pillow, and covered his red ear tips under the darkness, the assassin obediently lay down, stiff as a piece of wood, "Yes."

Zuo Qingyue lay down next to the assassin with peace of mind, and there was a human-shaped stove on the originally cold bed, and the young master's breathing became even after a while.

The assassin never closed his eyes.

The young master's hand was still resting on his wound, but his fingertips were only covered with a thin layer of warmth, as if he couldn't cover it with heat. The slight coolness seeped into the fabric, and the assassin didn't feel uncomfortable.

Although the young master never said it clearly, Qiu Yangui seemed to vaguely understand why the young master did this.

Buy brocade clothes for him and bandage his wounds.

There is a difference between honor and inferiority, the young master does not like disobedience, but can do so by condescending.

The pavilion master had saved him from fire and water, and he was like a brother and father to him, but he didn't do that.

He also destroyed the soft couch and let him sleep on the bed in the name of "punishment".

Clearly...

The soft couch is cold and hard, and the cold air may enter the body.

When the young master tore at his wound, Qiu Yangui was keenly aware of the flash of anger, he didn't know the meaning of it, he only felt that the emotion made the young master come alive.

Even if it's just a flash in the pan.

He naturally knew that the young master could escape that blow, but it was only natural for the assassin to protect the master, since he had already decided to follow, he would not hold back.

He would never put the young master in danger.

It's just that I originally thought that the master had a bad temper, and I'm afraid it will be difficult in the future, but now I think it's not the case.

The rumors may be biased.

His master clearly treated him very well.

The assassin's ear was filled with Zuo's light and warm breath.

Qiu Yangui carefully tucked in the quilt, trying to gather the warmth under the quilt, slowly seeping into the cold knuckles.

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The next morning.

The assassin thought that he would have no sleep all night, but he never thought that he would have no dreams until dawn. Fortunately, the instinct of the body was still there, and when the young master's knuckles moved slightly, he opened his eyes.

Without the cover of the night, Qiu Yan saw the young master's stunning face, his heart skipped a beat for an instant, and his breath was suffocated.

He subconsciously wanted to back away, but at the critical moment, he remembered the young master's entrustment, so he froze and didn't move.

Fortunately, after a while, the young master opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, he glanced at him lightly, and naturally retracted his hands, then sat up straight.

Knowing that he was awake, the assassin breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly got out of bed to wait on him.

Qiu Yangui's technique of tying her hair is now very proficient, and he put the last silver ornament into the young master's hair with a focused expression.

Zuo Qingyue shook the silver bell around his waist a few times without saying a word, and not long after, the door was knocked three times.

Zuo Qingyue rang the silver bell again, the door was opened from the outside, Ying Liu pushed the door and entered, closed the door with his backhand, put the food box in his hand on the table, knelt down on one knee respectfully, "Young master. "

Zuo Qingyue nodded, and asked casually, "Any clues?"

"Huo'er and the last two assassins should be from Yougu, but Huo'er has not pledged allegiance to anyone. He and Tunyun Pavilion have always been in harmony with each other. It makes no sense to say that it happened suddenly. I'm afraid there is something else hidden." Ying Liu stood up, His eyes flicked over the soft couch that was broken into several sections, he paused unnaturally, and then frowned, "Young master, the strength of this person who is dormant in the dark cannot be underestimated."

Even in the Tianji Pavilion, there is very little information. Obviously, this force has not yet emerged, and it can win over other sects under the noses of the major sects without leaving any traces.

It's really unheard of nowadays.

Zuo Qingyue lowered his eyes to cover up the flashing killing intent, and said with a sneer, "Go and check Wei Shu's subordinates back then, except for those who were tortured in the prison palace and found the bones, the rest... Is there any fish that slipped through the net?" ?”

When Miaojiang was in turmoil, he was busy seizing power, and he might have let a few mice slip away.

Ying Liu's expression froze when he heard the words, and he responded solemnly, "Yes."

"Is there anything else?" Seeing that he didn't back down, Zuo Qingyue asked lightly.

Ying Liu, who was always calm, looked unnatural for a moment, his eyes quickly swept across the cold-faced Qiu Yangui, and then turned his head slightly to stagger his gaze, his voice was a little embarrassed, "...the news from Jiange has some accidents."

Ying Liu raised his eyes to see that the young master's expression was normal, and then he said in a low voice, "Say...you have raised someone by your side, uh, you have raised a lovely person... the baby is tight."

He spoke with difficulty, and when he finished speaking, Ying Liu closed his eyes and breathed a little more lightly.

There was a dead silence in the house.

Zuo Qingyue paused while holding the teacup, and lost all strength in his hands. The porcelain cup fell on the table, making a crisp "clang" sound, as if it had been thrown back by the owner.

Qiu Yangui's eyes widened, his complexion suddenly changed, the tips of his ears felt hot, he quickly lowered his eyes and knelt down on one knee.

Seeing the assassin like this, Ying Liu had no choice but to kneel down, and the two waited tremblingly for their master to speak.

There was a long silence, and the two of them felt very tormented.

After a while, they heard the master chuckle, which soon turned into a big laugh. The two raised their heads quietly, and saw the master's stunning face seemed to be full of spring water, which made people even more astonished.

After a while, Zuo Qingyue slowly suppressed his smile again, and said slowly, "Qi Cheng, that bitch, it seems that he's been living quite leisurely these days."

As he said that, he looked at the embarrassed Qiu Yangui with a smile again, his tone was soft and creepy, "Why are you kneeling, Yangui is my sweetheart."

"Come here, let me take a closer look."