Miao Jiangke

Salixiang Pavilion, the sound of silk and bamboo, lingers endlessly.

Amidst the smoky mist, the player playing behind the screen was silent, and there was something strange about it.

"Young master, someone is here." A black shadow fell down and said in a low voice.

The person known as the young master was lying lazily on the couch, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were alluring and cold, and a red mole under his eyes embellished his glamorous and peerless posture.

Zuo Qingyue yawned lightly, indifferently, as if he didn't hear that sentence at all, "Go out, I want to take a shower and change clothes."

The man in black paused, and was about to step back, and then looked at the shivering, bound woman not far away, "Young master, this..."

The girl performing arts in Xiulou has a good-looking appearance, which can be regarded as a smash hit, but it's a pity that she followed the wrong master.

Zuo Qingyue narrowed his eyes, as if he only remembered this woman at this time, he waved his hand indifferently, "It's just a mouse from the Hidden Weapon Sect."

"Yes." The man in black understood instantly, stepped forward and grabbed the woman without mercy, jumped up lightly, and disappeared through the window in a blink of an eye.

The clothes hung loosely on the body, revealing the white and thin body. Zuo Qing walked behind the screen, the sound of silk and bamboo became clearer, he raised the corners of his mouth happily, reached out his hand to explore the prepared bathtub, and tried it. water temperature.

Then he stepped into the bathtub, his clothes were half wet, he raised his eyes to look at the "figure" in front of him, but there was no other figure, instead, the white bone was imitating the girl's movements just now.

A withered bone, playing the pipa, the left young master's clothes are half-faded, water drops linger on his skin, his lips become more and more rosy, his brows and eyes are full of amorous feelings, but it's a pity that there is no kindness in the smiling eyes, and the wickedness makes him People can't help approaching.

Thin invisible threads were wrapped around his slender knuckles, and with a light wave of his hand, the colorless and odorless poison melted into the smoky mist, and with the rising mist, it gradually spread to the entire room.

Zuo Qingyue closed her eyes and raised her head, sighed, and smiled lightly.

The bone puppet is tired of looking at it, and it needs to be replaced with a fresh one.

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"Young master, please!" The clerk smiled and opened the door for him, "The girl will come later, and the young master will sit down first."

Qiu Yangui waved his folding fan, nodded with a faint smile, the man turned around to invite the girl, when a gust of wind blew in, he still had a smile on his face, he just fell down straight, and stretched out his hand from the side , holding him firmly.

Qiu Yangui put the buddy on the bed and covered him with a quilt, took off his outer robe, revealing the neat black clothes inside, took out an ugly mask and put it on, then glanced at the unconscious buddy, turned around and rushed towards the casement window , turned over and climbed up the wall of the backyard.

The trees in the backyard are lush, Qiu Yangui is as nimble as a bird and goose, and the Salixiang Pavilion is second to the east, he approached quietly, and heard the melodious sound of the pipa.

That's it.

The south wind knows what I mean

He climbed up the casement with all his strength, held his breath, and listened to the movement in the house.

In addition to the sound of pipa, there seems to be the sound of water flowing.

Doubt flashed across Qiu Yangui's eyes, and he carefully identified it again. The sound of the water flowing was weak, coming from the west side of the house, and there was no sound from the master bedroom. Zuo Qingyue might be... taking a bath.

It seems that, as the rumors say, the young master of Miao Jiang is extremely leisurely.

Qiu Yangui didn't delay, took out his dagger to pry open the window sill, the window was opened silently, and a gust of warm wind blew in his face, he subconsciously held his breath, and after making sure there was no accident, he touched the ground on his toes and gently closed the window .

The steaming mist was floating, and Qiu Yangui recognized that it was water mist, and there was no unusual smell in the air, and the incense was wafting, it was an elegant fragrance.

His ears moved slightly, and he moved towards the sound of the water, the sound of the water became clearer, Qiu Yangui held his breath, tapped his toes on the ground, and climbed onto the beam with his strength.

Like a silent snake, he slowly moved towards behind the screen, but suddenly, Qiu Yangui frowned.

Not right.

The sound of the pipa kept ringing, and for some reason Qiu Yangui suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and even the atmosphere in the room became strange.

It's like...not popular.

It was the dead silence that made him feel extremely familiar, like a nightmare.

The palms of his hands suddenly went numb, and Qiu Yangui's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he stopped his movements as if he had woken up.

wrong!

He had a bad intuition, quickly retreated, his body began to weaken, Qiu Yangui gritted his teeth, this room is poisonous...

The music stopped suddenly.

In the next second, something breaks through the wind!

Qiu Yangui frowns and dodges, but completely loses his strength, the cold light flashes, silver threads wrap around his body, the terrible pull hits, he cannot avoid it.

"Puff-"

Falling into the tub in embarrassment, Qiu Yangui went limp, subconsciously gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, but only felt a delicate touch.

A bewitching and cold voice came from above his head.

"caught you."

The sense of crisis was overwhelming in an instant, Qiu Yangui instinctively grasped the dagger, but found that his limbs were limp, not to mention the dagger, it was difficult to even make a fist.

He stopped suddenly, shocked in his heart.

While hesitating, the mask on his face was removed, Qiu Yangui lowered his head, his focused gaze was fixed on a piece of fair and delicate skin, he opened his eyes slightly, subconsciously turned his head.

As a result, he saw a white bone sitting not far away, holding a pipa in his hand, looking at him with his head tilted like this.

Qiu Yangui instantly understood that the eyeliner of the Hidden Weapon Sect was probably in danger, and the person he was going to assassinate probably had already got the news, so...

The chin was lifted, and it was forced to another place, and a dissatisfied voice sounded close to his ears, "Why, can a dry bone compare to me?"

Qiu Yangui subconsciously frowned and wanted to struggle, but unfortunately he "has no strength to restrain the chicken" now, so he could only lower his eyebrows and look along the trend, and met a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes.

The person in front of him has a beautiful appearance. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might not be able to describe it with words alone. His red lips and white teeth, his eyebrows are picturesque, his black hair dipped in water like fairy dew, and the water drops slipped down his long eyelashes. , kissed the deep eyes and the high bridge of the nose, the opening and closing of the red lips, captivating the soul.

Even Qiu Yangui couldn't help shaking his head for a moment, but soon the coldness gathered in his eyes again, and he pursed his thin lips and looked away.

His hands and feet were so numb that he didn't have the strength to resist at all. He originally thought that he would be able to show his skills when he got out of the Blood Pavilion, but he died before he got out of the school. I'm afraid he won't be able to escape today.

"Why don't you talk?" Zuo Qingyue looked at the assassin in front of him with great interest, the disguise on his face was ruined, but he was born in good shape, handsome and thin.

He was in a good mood today, and when he was about to get rid of the assassin, he suddenly realized that he was in good shape and really suitable to be made into a puppet, so he said a few words for the first time.

But the assassin seemed to be dumb. After seeing him stunned for a moment, he looked away with a humiliated expression.

Zuo Qingyue's eyes sank, and with a movement of his fingers, the silk thread penetrated his shoulder blades.

"Hmm..." A muffled hum rang out.

Zuo Qingyue admired the pained expression on his face, curled his lips and moved closer, with a pleasant voice.

"Let you talk, why don't you listen?"

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