Miao Jiangke

"If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you." Qiu Yangui said in a hoarse voice, resisting the urge to gasp.

The pain brought him back to his senses, and he realized that he was almost trapped in the other party's arms. Zuo Qingyue's clothes were soaked through, and he was not much better. Gui used his last bit of strength to back away.

Zuo Qingyue looked at his red eyes, a little surprised, he watched the assassin try his best to back up, and at the moment when the assassin was about to succeed, he pushed him back with vicious force.

"...You!" Qiu Yangui's eyes were red, and he couldn't stand the other party's tricks.

Even if the assassin of the Blood Pavilion died, he should have dignity.

But now he doesn't even have the strength to take the poison, so he can only rely on Zuo Qingyue in embarrassment.

Zuo Qingyue was looking at him thoughtfully.

There is something about the little assassin, this is the first one who can see through his methods, Zuo Qingyue is unavoidably curious.

He didn't cross the screen just now, so he couldn't see the dead bone, so why did he suddenly retreat?

The assassin's eyebrows and eyes were full of unwillingness and hostility, but he was imprisoned by himself powerlessly, and he had a different style for no reason. Zuo Qingyue's eyes lingered for a moment, and he curled his lips, "I won't kill you."

Qiu Yangui was stunned, the thread in his body was withdrawn, he frowned in pain, pursed his lips and asked hesitantly, "...why?"

Zuo Qingyue didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Why did you suddenly retreat just now?"

Qiu Yangui didn't speak immediately, but glanced at the dead bones beside him, hatred flashed in his eyes, "No comment."

interesting.

The bunch of boring assassins before would only try to see his flaws and kill him quickly, their eyes were full of chill and death, not as lively as his puppet.

This one is quite lively.

In the silence, Qiu Yangui closed his eyes unwillingly and prepared to wait for death. Unexpectedly, his limbs regained strength, and he opened his eyes in surprise, "You..."

"Let's go." Zuo Qingyue let go of his hand lightly, without any precautions.

Qiu Yangui looked at him suspiciously, and said coldly: "You are like this, are you not afraid that I will put you to death?"

Zuo Qingyue looked at him amusedly, "Would you?"

"Yes, but it must be next time." Qiu Yangui's eyes were a little stubborn, and his murderous aura was restrained, "I don't owe you anything."

"You already owed me, so you just didn't run away..." Zuo Qingyue suddenly approached him, her long eyelashes almost touching his cheek, and exhaled like blue, "Or, you can't bear to part with me."

The water splashed everywhere, and the assassin struggled instantly, even scrambling to get out of the bathtub, taking away most of the water, he didn't care about it, and quickly rushed to the window, and flew away in a panic.

Zuo Qingyue lay lazily in the tub, looking at the mess all over the floor, recalling the assassin's red ears and unconcealed flustered expression just now, he suddenly laughed.

It's a long-lost feeling of freshness, the last time I had this feeling was when I discovered the Prison Gu.

This assassin suits his taste inexplicably.

Zuo Qingyue raised his neck, water drops meandered down, his eyes were a bit nasty.

When the assassin returns home and finds that the hidden weapon sect's lair is gone, he will be a poor little homeless boy.

Zuo Qingyue pursed her lips silently, and at that time, just go over and pick him up by herself.

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Qiu Yangui couldn't care less about being in a mess, and quickly left this place of right and wrong, secretly slandering in his heart that this young master of Miaojiang is really moody, and his strength is really unfathomable.

If it wasn't for his good luck, he might end up with that bone now.

After changing his appearance in a small town outside the city, he was ready to go back to plead guilty, and Qiu Yan was full of worries along the way.

There was a mistake in today's plan, I'm afraid the master already has the eyeliner of Tunyun Pavilion by his side, otherwise the other party would not be so keen, and the girl from Xiulou would have died in all likelihood.

I just don't know what happened to the hidden weapon sect.

Qiu Yangui's brows were filled with uneasiness, the young master Zuo was very skillful, but what about the Hidden Weapon Sect... It's really hard to say.

He was on his way without stopping, and as the evening approached, the clouds gently covered the bricks and tiles, giving people a moment of peace.

Qiu Yangui led the horse to find a restaurant, wanted to have a drink or two to ease his tiredness, the spicy liquid entered his throat, he couldn't taste anything, but the sleepiness disappeared for the most part.

"This Hidden Weapon Sect is also miserable. You have to touch others' bad luck. Do you really think you are an onion?"

"Isn't it? In recent years, their momentum has been good, but it's a pity that they are not greedy enough. Now it's good, let's break yourself down!"

The people at the next table chatted casually, and it was not difficult to see the regret on their faces.

Qiu Yangui paused while sipping his wine, his brows condensed instantly, and he put down his glass to listen carefully to the conversation between the two.

It's a pity that they didn't say much, just a few words of emotion, and then talked about other things, Qiu Yangui drank the last sip of wine, threw some silver on the table, raised his sword, and rode his horse Drive towards the hidden weapon sect.

It took some time to stay away from the boundaries of Fuzhou City.

Before arriving at the Zongmen, there were rumors and gossip along the way, Qiu Yan returned to listen in a hurry, never thought that the Zongmen looked so dilapidated and desolate.

Qiu Yangui had expected that the sect would be seriously injured this time, and he never thought that even the plaque was broken at the door when he returned. The door that was originally closed was wide open, and the inside was a mess. The blood spilled on the ground had already dried up. It was strange. But he didn't see the body, maybe it was dealt with.

He frowned, got off his horse and strode inside.

"My lord, don't go there, be careful not to get angry!" The stall owner on the street shook his head and persuaded him earnestly, "This time the Hidden Weapon Sect has encountered a difficult problem, and now I don't know the details of the enemy's family. People who are regarded as hidden weapon sects will be in trouble at that time."

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged man, he looks kind-faced, like a warm-hearted man, otherwise he would not have tried to persuade him, Qiu Yangui thought about it, went to the stall to buy some pastries, and said in a low voice before leaving, "Thank you remind."

The stall owner smiled and waved his hand, and gave him six more sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, "Young master bought the villain's pastry when he first came, and it was life-saving money for the little girl in the family. Please don’t be disgusted, my lord.”

Qiu Yangui's heart was shocked, and he looked carefully at the stall owner in front of him, and then remembered that there was indeed such a thing. When he first came, he saw that the stall owner's face was sallow and sad, and he thought it was not going well, so he bought it casually. some pastries.

Looking at it now, it turned out to be a completely different person.

"That's very good." Qiu Yangui smiled, and his frowning brows relaxed, "...It's inconvenient for me to stay longer, so let's just say goodbye."

The stall owner smiled and waved at him.

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Qiu Yangui wandered the streets, and only then did he figure out the cause and effect of the matter. The hidden weapon sect was probably instructed by others to make the knife, and finally ended up with the sect being wiped out.

No one in the entire sect survived, who could have such strength and form a relationship with the hidden weapon sect...

Qiu Yangui also knew it in his mind, and everyone was clear about it, but everything happened too fast, even if he hadn't fully reacted yet.

After leaving the Blood Pavilion, there was a new master, but now the new master also died unexpectedly.

Qiu Yangui sat in the attic, did not take off his sword, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, it stands to reason that he is now free, the world is so big, he can do whatever he wants.

It's just a pity for the assassin.

I have long forgotten how to be free.