Miao Jiangke

Qiu Yangui didn't avoid his gaze this time, and quietly raised his eyes to look at the figure from far to near.

Now that I survived.

Then no matter how he stays with the young master, he is willing.

But when the person came up to him, the assassin's eyelashes trembled, and he still lowered his eyes to cover up.

Zuo Qingyue stopped two steps away from him, waved his hand lightly, Ying Liu behind him glanced at Qiu Yangui, and immediately backed down with his head down.

In the blink of an eye, there were only the two of them left in the huge prison palace. No one spoke first, and the silence spread.

After a while, Zuo Qingyue walked over.

Qiu Yangui closed his eyes, ready to be tortured.

A person sat down beside the stone bed, Qiu Yangui was startled.

Zuo Qingyue didn't seem to intend to embarrass him, so he sat down and asked in a flat tone, "How do you feel?"

Just like it used to be.

He is clearly just a lowly assassin, but he can always see his master who greets him when he wakes up from a serious injury.

Qiu Yangui was in a trance again for a moment, his voice became incomparably hoarse from not speaking for a long time, the assassin whispered, "It's...no problem."

Subconsciously, he wanted to call himself a "subordinate", he mumbled for a moment, then swallowed silently.

Zuo Qingyue's originally plain eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he had been poked at a certain point, he suddenly pulled the assassin's collar fiercely, Qiu Yangui fell forward unexpectedly, and subconsciously grabbed the young master's shirt sleeve.

The black iron made the sound of colliding, the assassin raised his head blankly, and met the young master's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"So you're not dumb?" Zuo Qingyue's tone was not kind, but his hand was exceptionally gentle on the assassin's thin lips. Qiu Yangui felt a little weird, the tips of his ears turned red instantly, and subconsciously shrank back, murmuring that he didn't know what to do. say what.

Zuo Qingyue didn't get entangled, and let go of the restraint, stood up and looked down at him, Qiu Yangui didn't raise his head, and sat cross-legged with his lips pursed.

"Look up." Zuo Qingyue said lightly, with no emotion in his eyes, "Don't make me say it a second time."

Qiu Yangui froze, but slowly raised his head, Zuo Qingyue stared at him, seeing that he still had no intention of speaking, his eyes darkened.

Qiu Yangui knew that the master was waiting for him to speak, but he just called softly, "Young master."

The brilliance in Zuo Qingyue's eyes suddenly fell silent, he curled his lips, and sneered, "After three years, I don't know where the geese return, do you still remember the rules of Tunyun Pavilion?"

——Of course I remember.

Qiu Yangui suddenly remembered the scene when he disobeyed the young master for the first time.

"Swallowing Cloud Pavilion doesn't have so many complicated rules, there are only three points."

"First, don't disobey the young master."

"Secondly, it is not allowed to hunt poisonous substances in the territory of Swallowing Cloud Pavilion."

"Third, treason must be investigated."

Qiu Yangui's expression changed slightly, he had violated two of the three.

Zuo Qingyue caught his expression in his eyes, and smiled softly, "What, are you scared?"

Qiu Yangui lowered his eyes, not to mention being afraid, but rather unwilling.

Regret...not being able to accompany the young master year after year.

Zuo Qingyue raised his hand and casually pulled the black iron tied to the assassin's limbs, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to live?"

Qiu Yangui was startled, and immediately raised his head, with a faint light in his eyes, he quietly looked at Zuo Qingyue.

But when he looked at it, he saw only a flashy silence.

The young master seems to have returned to his original appearance, and the occasional vitality is shattered, like a beautiful flower blooming in a quiet valley.

It is still beautiful, but it may be even more beautiful if it blooms in the world.

...he wanted to stay.

If torturing him could make the young master feel better, he would naturally be willing.

Qiu Yangui's pupils shrank, and it took him a long time to show weakness, and he moved to Zuo Qingyue, his voice so hoarse that only breath remained, "Think."

Zuo Qingyue took a full look at his expression, thought he was afraid, twitched the corners of his mouth sarcastically, and said casually, "That's fine too."

The assassin exhaled lightly, and the next moment a warm breath came over his face, Zuo Qingyue bent down, and whispered in his ear at this moment, "It depends on my mood."

"Pleasing me is the only way for you to survive."

He slowly pulled the assassin's hair, forcing him to look up at him, Zuo Qingyue lowered the end of his long and narrow eyes, and curled his lips, "Now take a good look at whose dog I am."

Qiu Yangui's gaze narrowed slightly, his heart skipped a beat, and he said with difficulty, "...what is the young master's meaning?"

Zuo Qingyue let go of his hand, patted his cheek lightly, his expression softened suddenly, and said with a smile, "This time, it's exactly what you think."

The assassin almost instantly recalled the "what kind of heel" he had misunderstood at the beginning, and his fingers slowly clenched into fists nervously.

"As a plaything of Israelite servants to please me, if I'm in a good mood, you can live a good life." Zuo Qingyue didn't smile, "Ah, of course... Don't worry, Yan Gui, I won't kill you."

"I'll just torture you more and more."

Qiu Yangui's expression was stiff, staring blankly at Zuo Qingyue's peach blossom eyes that were always smiling.

Zuo Qingyue looked at Qiu Yangui disdainfully, waiting to appreciate the assassin's expression of forbearance and embarrassment.

But the assassin lowered his eyes as if in a daze after he was stunned at the beginning.

"It's not like—" Zuo Qingyue smiled lightly, just about to sneer.

However, Qiu Yangui suddenly opened his mouth, his voice gradually recovered, and his hoarseness was filled with a hint of tenderness and loveliness, which made people feel an illusion of indulgence. He nodded slightly, "Okay."

"..." Zuo Qingyue looked dull, staring at him for half a stick of incense.

Seeing the assassin's calm expression, an unknown fire suddenly surged in his heart, and Zuo Qingyue's hands hidden under the wide sleeves were slightly clenched.

He smiled silently, and then slammed the assassin on the stone bed. Qiu Yangui was caught off guard, and his body subconsciously tensed up for a moment.

Zuo Qingyue knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and approached with an unclear expression, and gently sniffed the side of the assassin's neck, which had a faint medicinal fragrance.

As the slightly cool body covered him, Qiu Yangui smelled a familiar breath, warm breath came from his neck, and a tingling itchiness swept over his whole body, he was suffocated for breathing, and couldn't help but tilt his head.

He curled up his legs slightly, trying to escape a little.

A scalding temperature came from the tips of his ears, and Qiu Yangui's heart beat like a drum. At this moment, his soft lips pressed against his auricle, and Qiu Yangui couldn't help shaking.

But in the next second, he fell into an ice cellar.

"What is Yangui looking forward to?" Zuo Qingyue bit his ear, smiled lowly, but his tone was completely indifferent, "It's really disappointing that you are at the mercy of others."

The hot blood suddenly cooled down.

Zuo Qingyue got up without hesitation, straightened her clothes, lifted her footsteps, and left without hesitation.

Qiu Yangui's gaze dimmed slightly, and he slowly turned his head while maintaining the posture of lying on his back.

But only saw a corner of the hem painted red.