Miao Jiangke

"You're straightforward, but it's just what I want." Feng Dong stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a chuckle, "At the beginning, Luo Ming fought with me and took away most of the elites from the Silent Pavilion, but he didn't even think about it. After all, Qinglian is actually mine.

"When I rescued you, you were still unconscious and naive, and you never had a chance to see him later." Feng Dong said in a tone of joy and anger, "But Yan Gui liked his pretentious appearance when he was young. .”

Qiu Yangui pursed his lips, Feng Dong naturally didn't miss the displeasure flashing in his eyes, he seemed to think of something after a daze, and immediately laughed.

"You are still protecting him at this time, don't you think that hypocrite Luo Ming drove you out of the Blood Pavilion to protect you?"

Feng Dong stared at the assassin's clear eyes, and said slowly, "He gave you to the rich and powerful just to test me. He knows your talent, and he also knows that I like your ability."

"You are just a decoy. If you really think how much friendship he has for you, you are just an assassin in his eyes, that's all."

Qiu Yan's hands clenched into fists, his pupils shrank.

Qiu Yangui knew the truth was probably what Feng Dong said, even though he had already guessed in his heart, he couldn't calm down at the moment.

After all, it was the place where he grew up, and it was his "home".

He tried his best to suppress the indescribable soreness in his chest, and did not speak.

"You are more competitive than him, and you have climbed up to the young master of Miaojiang." Feng Dong's voice was soft and cool, and he murmured, "It really doesn't take much effort to get here."

Hearing him mentioning the young master, Qiu Yangui's chaotic thoughts woke up for a moment, and he raised his eyes vigilantly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his words were not polite, "Although Yuzhen is an unspoken boundary, there are hundreds of secrets and one sparseness." "It's hard to say how it will end."

The assassin was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He heard the meaning of Feng Dong's words, and his tone was unconsciously sharp.

"You are very loyal to your current master." The strange thing is that Feng Dong didn't feel offended. Instead, he smiled lightly and laughed at himself, "It seems that he is unwilling to help me."

"Pavilion Master's life-saving grace is unforgettable, but now that Yan Gui has found another master, I am afraid that he will become an ungrateful white-eyed wolf." Qiu Yangui's attitude is very firm, looking at Feng Dong neither humble nor overbearing.

He is not afraid of death, if Feng Dong keeps pushing, the worst result will be...

"Okay, since that's the case, let's see off the guests." Feng Dong waved his hand, and said indifferently, "Qinglian, see off the guests."

"Yes." Qinglian took a step forward.

The door of the house was wide open, and Qiu Yangui walked slowly suspiciously. He naturally didn't believe that Feng Dong was willing to let him go like this, but the other party didn't speak until he was approaching the door.

With his current strength, even if someone came to stop him, he would still be able to get away, but it would only be a matter of some injuries.

The house was silent, Qiu Yangui was getting closer and closer to the door, and the faint uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

Not right.

Just as he stepped out of the threshold, a voice full of infinite malice finally came from behind him.

Feng Dong hooked his lips confidently, as if he wasn't worried that the assassin would leave at all, and said slowly, "I just don't know if Yan Gui has ever heard of the soul-controlling Gu?"

"Or its other name, loyalty gu."

Qiu Yangui's footsteps stopped abruptly.

There was a buzzing in his head, and almost at the same time, the young master Qingyue's lazy voice rang in his ears.

"There are not only corpse puppet Gu, but even living people have ways to control it. It is mentioned in the records that 'Soul Control Gu', also known as 'loyalty Gu', can control the mind of a living person, burying its heart so deeply that it cannot be detected. …”

There was a piercing pain in his chest, as if something was showing his presence.

Qiu Yangui's face paled in an instant, he turned his head abruptly, and saw Feng Dong's smiling face holding the winning ticket.

"...Is it difficult to solve the Gu?" The assassin asked in a low voice.

"Hey, if it's a Gu, then there is a solution, it's just a matter of difficulty."

The young master's arrogant and arrogant face appeared in his mind, the wound on Qiu Yangui's heart was aching, there might be a Gu worm buried there silently, the young master teased him that day, "How do you know that you don't have it?" , I never thought of a word as a prophecy.

No wonder Feng Dong didn't panic at all, he was the winner today no matter what.

Even if the assassin doesn't follow, he still has a way to go.

It's just that the puppet may show its feet, but Qiu Yan is loyal to him.

That is seamless.

Realizing this, Qiu Yangui looked puzzled.

The sunset in front of his eyes was flowing, and he inexplicably thought of the appearance of the young master waiting for him under the tree that night, but it was not very clear.

If only he could take another look...

Now there is no other way but to act decisively.

Qiu Yangui suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and then stretched his eyebrows and eyes. When he lowered his eyes, a cold light appeared, and without hesitation, he drew out his saber and stabbed towards his heart.

"You have to think about it. To me, it doesn't matter whether you are dead or alive." Feng Dong smiled when he saw his movements, and said with deep meaning, "I just don't know if Young Master Zuo understands you or not..."

"Could it be that you really follow my way?"

Qiu Yangui knew in his heart that this was an aggressive method, but the sword in his hand still froze abruptly, unable to advance a single bit.

"That's right." Feng Dong laughed wantonly, like a winner who despises the loser, he walked slowly behind Qiu Yangui, and lowered his voice, "Follow me, I won't say anything when Miaojiang arrives in the future In the hands of the cabinet, you are not just an assassin."

"The young master Miao Jiang is indeed a famous femme fatale. If you like it, I can naturally save his life. At that time, it is not up to you..."

Feng Dong's voice rang in his ears, and Qiu Yangui's brows and eyes turned cold instantly, and he suddenly put his sword on the opponent's neck.

The dark guards around quickly surrounded the two of them, ready to attack at any time, but Feng Dong was still calm and calm, Qiu Yangui stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "If you insult me Him, I will kill you."

Feng Dong did not get angry, but hooked his lips, "It seems that you have already considered it."

The assassin slowly lowered his sword without raising his head, his voice was hoarse, "What do you want to do?"

Feng Dong waved away the hidden guards, his eyes were a little excited, "Young Master Zuo should have found out about the abnormality in Yuzhen by now, you should find a way to give him a thorough understanding and bring him in."

The assassin was silent for a long time before he nodded lightly and said in a low voice, "Remember your promise."

"That's natural." Feng Dong smiled, as if pointing, "If you betray me, the onset of Gu poison will not only endure the pain of eating your heart, but also make you die slowly."

"And then become a puppet for people to drive."

In the silence of the surroundings, Qiu Yangui did not speak, ignoring the Qinglian at the side, and walked outside.

It wasn't until he walked out of the house that he twitched the corner of his mouth coldly.

Nowadays, people from the "Silence Pavilion" probably have been buried in the major sects, and they led the young master here, clearly wanting to annihilate the young master and him here, so as to avoid future troubles.

Naturally, he would not betray the young master, but...

There was a faint sense of oppression in his heart, what should Feng Dong do when he approached him just now, he has never noticed a strange heart as if being held by someone for many years, it is an unprecedented sense of restraint.

The assassin's expression was solemn, no matter how he went now, it would be a dead end.

If he dies, he will become a puppet driven by Feng Dong. He doesn't know Gu and dare not take risks, not to mention he can't talk to the young master at all.

He was dead, but he couldn't protect the young master before he died, and even became a burden.

This is of course not desirable.

What's more, the current Silence Pavilion is already a big disaster, if it is not stopped in time, it may be the young master's strong enemy in the future, the assassin tightly grasped the saber.

For the young master now, Miao Jiang is the safest place.

If it can't be broken, then he is willing to block it.

On the condition of not violating the "soul control Gu", find a way to send the young master back to Miaojiang, and he will stay here as a dark chess piece of the young master.

Even if the young master may never know, the assassin did not break his promise.

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.

It was a promise he had never made.

"Little Lord……"

The assassin put his hand on his heart and murmured.

In my eyes, I didn't realize it...

Full of nostalgia.