Miao Jiangke

Zuo Qingyue's white clothes were splashed with a lot of bright red, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the silk was like a scythe harvesting the lives of the enemies.

The strong wind hit, and the clothes on his shoulders were accidentally scratched, and the sharp blade brought a cool touch, but fortunately it didn't hurt the flesh, Zuo Qingyue smiled grimly.

Two or three masked men found an opportunity, surrounded him, and rushed forward!

Zuo Qing Yue hooked his lips, looked sideways slightly, and then stopped moving, letting the danger approach.

Suddenly, a black shadow passed by quickly, blocking Zuo Qingyue's body firmly. The visitor neatly drew a sword flower, and swept the sword horizontally. The strong wind swept over the broken hair on his forehead, and Qiu Yan returned to his chest. Slightly undulating, he stared coldly at the assassins who kept attacking in front of him, and immediately he stopped hesitating and raised his sword.

The masked people were all shocked.

Isn't this the male pet next to Young Master Zuo?

Only then did everyone realize that they had been tricked, but it was too late.

Seeing this, Zuo Qingyue slowly put down his hands, and sat down on the eaves casually.

Qiu Yangui's white clothes were dyed red in just a moment. He shuttled between the masked men, as if he knew their routes very well, and nimbly dodged the ultimate move. The sword blade wiped the opponent's throat, and the warm blood gushing out.

Suddenly, more masked men came from all directions.

Qiu Yangui's eyes were condensed, and he approached Zuo Qingyue, but suddenly saw the lines on their clothes clearly, and was slightly taken aback.

"It's okay, my own." Ying Liu's voice came from not far away, and the assassin breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes glanced at the damage on Zuo Qingyue's shoulder, and his pupils shrank slightly.

It seems to be aware of the assassin's gaze.

But Zuo Qingyue smiled at him lightly, the white clothes that were originally spotless were stained with dirt.

Everyone knows that the young master is happy, why does he seem to be completely indifferent at this moment?

It seems that people who are born in the clouds should not be stained with blood like falling into hell.

A strange emotion spread in his chest, an emotion he had never experienced before, and Qiu Yangui felt a strong sense of fear and...displeasure.

The assassin frowned.

There is also a taste that he can't explain clearly.

But before he could get to the bottom of it, suddenly a figure in embarrassment appeared behind Zuo Qingyue, Qiu Yangui's expression suddenly changed, and he blurted out, "Young master!"

Ying Liu's expression turned serious, and he moved instantly, and several hidden guards standing in front also rushed over quickly, but there was a figure that was faster than them, so fast that an afterimage could almost be seen.

Zuo Qingyue felt a sense of crisis welling up in his heart, he turned around abruptly, sneered in his heart, he just relaxed for a moment, then something short-sighted approached him looking for death, when he looked back, he only saw the light of the sword, Zuo Qingyue raised his hand, fingertips The tencel is about to break through the wind.

He thought casually.

It's okay to suffer some flesh and blood injuries, but he still wants to save this person's life, and let this lifeless thing taste the taste of the prison...

Caught off guard, a familiar figure stood in front of him again.

"Qiang!" Qiu Yangui reacted quickly and raised his sword to block it. He wondered if the opponent burst out with great strength and cut off his saber!

Both sides were startled.

There is no way for Qiu Yan to avoid him, and when he raised his eyes, he recognized the tattoo on the opponent's face. This person is the seventh on the assassin list, Luo Qiang.

"Pfft-"

It was the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh.

Zuo Qingyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and his calm expression suddenly changed. The scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the night, and the assassin in white stood firmly in front of him, unshaken by the pain.

He saw blood dripping from the edge of the sword in front of him, almost connecting into a string of beads, and the sword pierced the assassin's chest.

Pierced Qiu Yangui's chest.

Zuo Qingyue felt an inexplicable fire in his heart, and burning hot anger rose from his brows, gushing out. At that moment, he had no time to care about the sneak attacking assassin, but subconsciously gritted his teeth and roared, "Chou Yan returns!"

When the other side pierced his chest, Qiu Yangui also wiped the other side's neck with his broken sword.

Hearing this staggering turn around, he tilted his head and vomited a pool of blood again, his eyes became foggy and blurred, he could vaguely hear his master's urgent voice, which seemed to be a bit out of breath, "Chou Yan is back, you Are you crazy!"

The light golden pattern of birds and geese on the chest can no longer be seen from its original appearance, but now it is a shocking red.

He wanted to say that there was no time to react at that time, and he was afraid that if he took a step too late, the young master would be injured, so he had no choice but to stand in front of the young master.

But when he opened his mouth, a steady stream of blood overflowed, and immediately he felt his falling body fall into a cool embrace, and his consciousness sank into the abyss.

Inside the house was an old man with a fairy air, sighed softly and shook his head.

"What's the matter, are you dumb?" Zuo Qingyue's expression was rarely irritated, he lost his usual lazy and indifferent appearance, he looked at the pale assassin on the bed who had already put on clean clothes, and turned his head uncomfortably , a bit of complexity flashed across his face.

"Young Master Zuo really hasn't changed at all..." The old man smiled helplessly. Seeing that Zuo Qingyue's face became more and more terrifying, he had no choice but to stop talking, and comforted him, "This young master is very skilled in martial arts. Avoiding the lifeblood is not a serious problem, but the wound is too deep, so it must be well nourished, otherwise the root cause of the disease will easily fall.

"En." Zuo Qingyue responded lightly when he heard the words, the irritability on his face dissipated a lot, and he ruthlessly chased away, "Then it's none of your business, leave the prescription and leave."

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but still aggrieved, he wrote the prescription on a piece of paper and handed it over. Ying Liu consciously stepped forward to take it. I don’t owe you any favors for taking it from Yunge, and I won’t wait after the deadline.”

"I can't think of anything besides some precious medicinal materials." The old man stroked his beard, glanced at the people lying on the bed thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "But the old man is curious. Just who is it that can win Young Master Zuo's favor."

Seeing Zuo Qingyue's gloomy face, the old man was not at all afraid, instead he let out a long and meaningful sigh, "Since ancient times, there has been deep affection and sorrow, and I only sigh that the entrustment is not a good person."

Leaving such an inexplicable sentence, the old man crossed the ashen-faced Zuo Qingyue with his hands behind his back, and left leisurely.

Ying Liu held his breath and concentrated, trying to pretend to be deaf and dumb, holding the prescription in his hand but not daring to move, thinking that he really heard too many things that shouldn't be heard today.

"You go grab the medicine." Zuo Qingyue turned his back to him, with a low voice.

Only then did Ying Liu feel as though he had received an amnesty, and he bowed his head and answered, "Yes."

When the room became quiet again, Zuo Qingyue slowly stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the unconscious assassin, the scene that shocked him just now seemed to flash before his eyes.

The strange emotion was clear, stimulating his heart little by little, Zuo Qingyue slowly raised his hand, as if he was dazed.

He actually had a bit... the urge to touch the assassin.

As soon as this idea came out, Zuo Qingyue withdrew his hand quickly, but accidentally touched Qiu Yangui's fingertips, it was not as warm as before, but rather cold.

Zuo Qingyue froze, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly stretched out his hand, wrapping Qiu Yangui's hand in his palm, perhaps because of his coma, the assassin didn't have any strength in his hand, and let others fiddle with him limply.

There are several calluses from martial arts training.

He didn't notice it on weekdays, Zuo Qingyue looked down, the assassin's hand was a little smaller than his own, it wasn't soft to hold, but the joints were distinct, quite pleasing to the eye.

The room was silent for a long time, Young Master Zuo lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but he didn't move his hands away. The always lazy person sat on the edge of the bed with his back straight, his sparkling peach blossom eyes looked at the assassin without blinking, Be careful to reveal a serious look.