Miao Jiangke

"Wow—"

"Cough, cough—" A biting chill penetrated the skin and penetrated into the bone marrow. Qiu Yangui woke up smartly, tilting his head in pain and coughing twice.

He struggled subconsciously, only to realize that he was tied by two iron chains, his knees were bent in embarrassment, and he wanted to kneel or not.

The man's jaw was lifted without mercy, and the familiar voice smiled and murmured casually, "Yo, are you awake?"

The assassin was forced to raise his head, but when he was about to touch the young master's face, he turned his head and broke away from the opponent's restraint. He lowered his eyes and his body trembled uncontrollably. I don't know if it was cold water poured on him in late autumn, or...

A clearer force came from the jawbone, as if it wanted to crush him to ashes. The assassin was caught off guard and met the face that haunted him. Precipitated charm.

The sparse smile in Zuo Qingyue's eyes disappeared completely, staring at the assassin's eyes, seeing only his own reflection in those clear eyes, he eased his expression and curled his lips.

He didn't give the assassin a chance to buffer, and re-opened the scars of the year, and all the vague sourness suddenly became clear and surged.

"Since you're awake, why don't we talk about it... Why did Yangui betray me in the first place?"

The hostility in his eyes became more intense, and his tone was tinged with imperceptible hatred, "Is it premeditated, or is there something unspeakable?"

"Did you do it on purpose, or did you have to?"

Qiu Yangui's pupils shrank suddenly, the dull pain in his heart seemed to warn him, the assassin opened his mouth but was speechless.

Over the years, he has gradually figured out the venom against him, that is to say, as long as he has not betrayed Feng Dong, the venom will not break out, and if Feng Dong wants to make him into a puppet, he must take his life first.

He also took advantage of this loophole to survive these three years in peace.

Facing his master's aggressive appearance, even though Qiu Yangui had thousands of words in his heart, he couldn't say anything.

Therefore, he could only lower his eyes and remain silent.

There was a long silence, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Zuo Qingyue lowered her eyes and smiled softly, let go of her hands, turned around and sat on the chair, waved her hands, "Continue to splash."

The shadow guard bowed his head and said yes, and immediately the biting cold water poured Qiu Yangui from head to tail again, and the coldness got into the unhealed wound. The tearing pain made the assassin's breathing more and more heavy. It was cold, and the pain mixed with the cold was like a sharp ice pick, torturing the fragile nerves of the assassin.

After an unknown amount of time, he was numb from the pain.

Only then did the people not far away raise their hands, the shadow guard stopped moving, Qiu Yangui's hands were hung on both sides, his body was trembling in embarrassment, and a familiar figure slowly approached.

The visitor seemed to be admiring his embarrassment, and after a long time, he bent down and approached him, and asked with a low smile, "Is it cold for the wild goose to return?"

Qiu Yangui pursed her thin lips tightly, her heart was as cold as falling into an ice cave.

"You beg me, I'll let you go today, okay?" Zuo Qingyue tilted his head and touched his face affectionately. The assassin trembled, like an extremely fragile beast, being removed Fangs and claws, dying in front of him.

As long as he wanted to, he could destroy the last trace of life.

The body is like a torn piece of cloth, which will be scattered when the wind blows, and the hand that has been slightly cold all year round is actually the only source of heat that Qiu Yangui can feel at this moment.

The absurd thing is that that faint warmth surpassed all the heart-piercing pain, making him extremely greedy.

The pride of the No. [-] assassin was like domesticated cartilage, Qiu Yangui didn't speak, he was probably in extreme pain when he was unconscious, and let himself gently rub against the young master's fingertips, like a sign of weakness seeking shelter.

An imperceptible voice overflowed, with a hoarseness that had not been spoken for a long time, "Please..."

Afterwards, the assassin could no longer resist the physical torture, and tilted his head to Zuo Qingyue's palm.

Zuo Qingyue withdrew his breezy smile slightly, and felt a heavy touch in his hands.

The assassin lost consciousness, he should have pulled away and left, and then thrown it to the hidden guard to clean up the mess, but for some reason, Zuo Qingyue stood still for a long time.

After a while, he turned around mercilessly, wiped his hands with a handkerchief casually, "Pack it up, and ask a doctor to come over."

As he said that, he was about to step up and leave, and then he turned his head as if thinking of something, his eyes were lowered so that no one could see his emotions, "Remember to change into white clothes."

"Yes."

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That day, the cold air entered his body, and Qiu Yangui's already serious injuries intensified. In addition, he had been exhausted from overwork all these years, and he was in a daze for several days in a row.

In a trance, I only felt that I was extremely cold for a while, and hot for a while, and the young master's smiling eyes flashed in my mind, and then turned into a look of fierce hatred.

He was dreaming deliriously.

"Why haven't you woken up yet?" Zuo Qingyue looked away, and glanced at the doctor indifferently. He clearly didn't have much emotion, but it made the doctor suffocate as if Mount Tai was overwhelmed.

He stabilized his mind, and then said cautiously, "This person has serious internal injuries. He has already injured his lifeblood, and the external injuries have not yet healed. The cold air entered his body that day, and the old diseases from before have recurred. It is extremely difficult to survive until now..." Rare.

The doctor felt a terrible sense of oppression, his face turned pale, he swallowed the rest of the words, and hung his head, not daring to speak any more.

Zuo Qingyue lowered his eyes so that people couldn't see his emotions clearly. He looked at the man who was firmly tied by the iron chain on the stone bed with obscure eyes. What.

Then he hung down again out of strength, curling up slightly.

"When will I wake up?" Zuo Qingyue said abruptly, "Think it over and say it."

The doctor's face changed suddenly, and he thought for a while before hesitatingly said in a low voice, "At least five days."

"Three days." Zuo Qingyue lowered the tails of his long and narrow eyes, looking at the sweaty doctor, "You can discuss it yourself, if he still hasn't woken up after three days."

"The Cloud Swallowing Pavilion does not leave waste."

As soon as the words came out, the doctor's face paled instantly, and he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Zuo Qingyue waved his hand impatiently to push away the others, the huge prison palace was silent, and now only one person was locked up.

When he returned three years ago, he slaughtered the prison palace.

The uncontrollable killing intent still seemed to be lingering in his heart, Zuo Qingyue walked to the stone bed, his eyes full of hostility.

At the beginning, he let go of his defenses for such a white-eyed wolf, and there were countless people who wanted to take his life, but now he almost succeeded——

But only the person in front of me.

Suddenly, the culprit twitched twice, as if enduring great pain, Zuo Qingyue's expression froze, and he subconsciously bent over.

A helpless and painful voice hit his heart unexpectedly, and Qiu Yangui struggled in vain.

"Young Master, Young Master..."

Zuo Qingyue's expression suddenly froze.

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