Miao Jiangke

The room was silent for a moment, Qiu Yangui exerted a little force on his fingertips, clutching the wild goose feathers with his downcast eyes.

It's like talking to a child.

He also said it out of a momentary obsession, it is indeed inappropriate, but the matter has come to an end, if the young master is displeased, he will just admit his mistake.

Zuo Qingyue's gaze fell on the goose feather, and he clearly saw that it was an ordinary gray and white goose feather, but the assassin's fingers had distinct knuckles.

The ragged feathers lined are pleasing to the eye.

The depression in her heart was easily soothed, Zuo Qingyue looked at the assassin's slightly restrained eyebrows, and could vaguely see his uneasy emotions.

Carefully, as if afraid of his displeasure.

After so many years of being arrogant, Young Master Zuo doubted his own temper for the first time.

Wasn't he magnanimous enough?

He remained silent for a while, and the brilliance in the assassin's eyes dimmed little by little. He immediately stood up to admit his mistake and receive the punishment, but just as he straightened his waist, someone grabbed his wrist.

The familiar coolness was applied to the warm skin, and Qiu Yangui felt that the hand holding Yanyu was being held forward, and the young master Qingjue's cold and glamorous face could not be far away from his hand five inches.

The assassin's pupils shrank, and the held hand trembled uncontrollably. The more he restrained, the tremor became stronger. His heart beat like a drum, but fortunately, his reaction was still fast.

Qiu Yangui imagined that the wild goose feather in his hand was his saber, he held his breath and concentrated, but within two breaths he stopped trembling.

He pursed his lips and raised his eyes quietly, and then heaved a sigh of relief. The young master's expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to notice anything strange about him.

The assassin was so nervous that he didn't think of another attack at all. If the young master is interested, he can just take the wild goose feather, why bother with the assassin.

What's more, in recent years Miaojiang has become so rich that the young master has rare treasures. How can the ordinary goose feather in the assassin's hand be treated differently by the young master?

A certain young master who was not interested in drinking had a calm expression, put his hand on the assassin's wrist, resisted the urge to hold it tightly in his heart, and said lightly, "It's not that you want to tie me up, let's go."

Qiu Yangui was in a trance for a moment, but the master had already stood up with his strength, and the dejected breath dissipated a lot, as if he had regained his vitality.

The assassin looked away restrainedly, and couldn't help but glance at the young master's hand on his wrist, which was white and slender, with well-defined joints.

His reluctance to delve into it welled up in his heart again, but the assassin suddenly cut off his thoughts and stared at the road in front of him wholeheartedly.

Qiu Yangui hadn't touched that strange emotion yet, but his intuition told him...

That's not what he should be thinking about.

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Hengcheng is backed by mountains, and at the end of the bustling city is a piece of greenery, just like the landscape in ink painting.

Martial arts practitioners don't need to spend much time to get here. The mountain peaks fall under the stars and the moon in an orderly manner. The night has already fallen, but Zuo Qingyue seems to have a sudden interest. old tree.

He didn't say anything at the moment. He was tired and didn't want to move any more. He happily led the assassin through the mountains and forests in the night, all the way to the peak.

When Qiu Yangui raised his eyes again, he only felt that he was so close to the moon, as if it was within reach.

The ancient tree was as thick as three people hugging each other, and behind the tree was a cliff.

Zuo Qingyue raised his eyes to look at the ancient tree in front of him, his eyes glanced at the wild goose feather in the assassin's hand, "How do you make a wish?"

The assassin who hadn't regained consciousness was slightly startled when he heard the words, and stuttered, "To make a wish, just hold it, close your eyes and make a wish."

"Huh?" The young master Zuo seemed to be a little novel, raised his hand to take the wild goose feather in the assassin's hand, looked at it for a moment, held it as he said, and slowly closed his eyes.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped down, and the amorous peach blossom eyes were covered with brilliance, becoming clearer and clearer, like a god descending from the moonlight.

The assassin clenched his fingers unconsciously, quietly raised his eyes to trace the young master's eyebrows, and then lowered his eyes suddenly, his palms were pinched with blood marks.

The heart palpitations under the silence are as vulnerable as deaf ears.

"Okay." Zuo Qingyue opened his eyes and looked at the assassin again. The moonlight fell into the deepest part of his eyes, like a light that the assassin could not touch.

"and then?"

The assassin stared blankly at him, not knowing what he was thinking, Suspicion flashed in Zuo Qingyue's eyes, he waved the wild goose feather in his hand, curled his lips, "Haven't seen enough?"

"No... this subordinate knows his mistake." Qiu Yangui regained consciousness in an instant, lowered his eyes to block the flash of annoyance, and immediately stepped forward to take Yanyu, his voice was a little low, "this subordinate will tie you up, young master." Where do you want to be tied?"

The branches and leaves of the ancient trees are luxuriant, and the moonlight penetrates into the ground through the gaps. Zuo Qingyue chuckled, and pointed to the highest tree crown, "That's it."

"Yes." Qiu Yangui pinched the goose feathers, focused his clear eyes on the ancient tree, and after observing for a moment, he jumped up, lightly skimming the branches and leaves, and within a few breaths, he reached the place where the young master was pointing. place.

The evening wind came quietly, and suddenly crashed into the embrace of the ancient tree, and the shadow of the tree whirled on the ground. The assassin sat on the trunk, subconsciously lowering his head to look at the tall, white figure.

The strong night vision ability allowed him to instantly see the smiling face of the young master, and the red robes fluttered around, like red-striped white butterflies bred in the wild forest.

The assassin took a breath, looked away silently, carefully tied the gray and white goose feather to the treetop, twisted it with his fingers, and then slowly put it down.

The assassin didn't go down immediately, but allowed himself to let go for a while.

In fact, he had never heard of this legend at all.

There will be no spirit bird to take away the wish.

But the assassin still closed his eyes, his stern expression softened involuntarily, and he muttered almost piously.

"May the young master be safe and happy, and be smooth and worry-free."

When he opened his eyes again, Qiu Yangui had restrained his emotions, and landed beside the young master as if nothing had happened.

"Okay?" Zuo Qingyue stared at the assassin, as if he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Okay, young master." The assassin said softly, he was in a state of confusion and didn't dare to look up at the master.

So I missed Zuo Qingyue's rare gentle eyes, Zuo Qingyue didn't linger, turned around and walked away, his voice was shattered into the night mist.

"I'm back, the geese are back."

"Yes."

Qiu Yangui followed step by step.

The old trees behind them were still shaking lightly, and the whirling shadows of the trees were stretched very long. Suddenly, something flapped its wings and perched on the treetops at the top. Its sharp beaks tentatively pecked at the wishes that were light and fluttering with the wind. .

Then spread its wings, holding the sustenance in its mouth and disappearing where the moonlight can't reach.

The moon rolls the mountains to sleep, and the green is like a startled bird under the clouds.