Miao Jiangke

The prison palace was silent and silent. This kind of environment was the assassin's most familiar environment, but maybe that figure as bright as the sun had visited before. When everything was quiet, the assassin felt a strange emotion that shouldn't belong to him. .

— Dependency and restlessness.

Qiu Yan returned to fix his sight in the direction of the gate of the prison palace, and raised his hand to gently stroke the stinging thin lips. The tension and excitement faded away with the young master's departure.

In its place was self-loathing and sourness.

Being imprisoned in this prison palace, there are no plots and tricks in the rivers and lakes, enemies chasing and killing, and there are no various life styles, noisy and bustling, black clothes are replaced by white clothes, and the sword that never leaves the body is missing. The young master left him His tokens also disappeared, leaving only the dusty and dilapidated prison palace in his eyes, as well as his unforgettable figure in this life.

He seems to have really forgotten who he is, and has become a plaything for people to enjoy and appreciate.

His hand subconsciously touched his waist, but suddenly it was empty, Qiu Yangui was stunned, and slowly lowered his hand.

The silver bell that he had been hiding around his waist for three years was gone, and he knew at that time that the bell would not ring.

But Qiu Yangui would still shake it subconsciously, always feeling that maybe the next moment, it would make a crisp sound.

Later, when he missed the young master, he would talk to it, and then hold it in his hand and shake it again and again. The silver bell shone brightly in the light, giving him the illusion that he was still beside the young master. .

At this moment, there is no light in the prison palace, and the assassin does not have a silver bell, but his hand slowly grabs a piece of black iron.

Shake gently.

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Today's "Buyu Pavilion" is no longer a force that can only hide in the dark and shrink back. Feng Dong is ambitious and a patient hunter.

He endured humiliation for many years, and finally made a comeback one day. Naturally, he did not want to let go of any opportunity. Feng Dong knew very well that "make the best use of everything", so he planted seeds among various small sects, and then bit by bit swallowed and swallowed them.

With the spread of power, he began to attack better sects, but fortunately, the three major sects did not sit idly by, and the two sides have been secretly restraining each other over the years.

But the situation has changed slightly in recent days.

Miao Jiang, who is known for being vicious and vicious, has always been a nosy person. As long as he doesn't have a long-sighted way to provoke him, it will generally not cause trouble.

But the "Swallowing Cloud Pavilion" made a move. Originally, the three sects might cause disputes in the Jianghu, but only contained them, but Miao Jiang suddenly attacked the "Buyu Pavilion" and showed his attitude arrogantly. This was unexpected by everyone.

"Qingyue, what's going on?"

In the Cloud Swallowing Pavilion, Qi Cheng didn't bother to drink tea, he lifted his robe and sat opposite Zuo Qingyue, looking at him worriedly.

Although the "Shuyu Pavilion" had bad intentions in these years, they never dared to confront Miao Jiang openly. Qingyue's behavior like this is equivalent to forcing Feng Dong to be his enemy, and clearly throwing the grievances and grievances of the two factions in front of everyone.

"The lackeys of Wei Shu's faction dare to yell in front of me, their ambitions are not small." Zuo Qingyue narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Just teach me a lesson."

Qi Cheng didn't make a sound, stared at him and said slowly, with a bit of solemnity in his tone, "Qingyue, what's the matter between you and your assassin?"

Although he said that he was in Jianzong, Qingyue didn't guard against him, so he was naturally aware of the troubles in Miaojiang.

Three years ago, Qingyue was seriously injured, and Qi Cheng rushed over in a hurry. He still can't remember his appearance at that time. Since Qingyue won Miaojiang, Qi Cheng has never seen him so embarrassed.

The scar on his heart is hideous, and he usually keeps people away from him. If the young master of Miao Jiang, who is covered in poison, hadn't had no defense at all, how could he be in such a state.

And the instigator of all this is the assassin.

The bloodbathed prison palace showed the overwhelming anger and hatred in Zuo Qingyue's heart, but since he couldn't control himself to such an extent, why did he choose to keep the assassin alive after finally catching the assassin?

Qi Cheng didn't say it clearly, he left room for Zuo Qingyue, they both knew each other too well.

Some things are just fine.

After Qi Cheng's words, the room fell silent.

After a long while, Zuo Qingyue smiled lowly, and said in a serious tone, "You think too much, but it's just that you finally caught it. It's a pity to kill him directly."

"Of course we have to be good..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qi Cheng, his usual gentle voice was slightly heavy, "Qingyue, if you don't have nostalgia in your heart, then why didn't you kill him, it's not like you."

"You say it's a trick... You imprison him by your side, do you really have no selfish intentions?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere that had been slightly relaxed suddenly became tense, Qi Cheng's gentle face also revealed a bit of anger, and he tore through the window paper without warning.

He could feel Qingyue's avoidance, originally Qi Cheng shouldn't have said it so clearly.

But now he wants a letter of approval.

Qi Cheng had stayed with that assassin for a while. Although he was an assassin who hid in the dark, he was calm and a bit arrogant, with aura and talent engraved in his bones.

If this assassin really betrayed Qingyue, it would undoubtedly be a hidden danger to stay by his side, so he must act decisively.

But if there were other secrets at the beginning, and the assassin had no choice but to do so, then this act of lightness now...wouldn't it make people feel that they were sincerely wronged, and that they were not as good as animals?

Qi Cheng stared at his friend's face without blinking.

The smile on Zuo Qingyue's lips faded, and it took him a long time to utter two words, "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Qi Cheng waited for a long time for these two words, his expression was not much better, he immediately said, "Qingyue, what are you..."

"Qi Cheng." Zuo Qingyue emphasized his tone, raised his lowered eyes, with a dangerous glint in them, he said slowly, "It doesn't matter if you go astray or you have to, these are not important."

"You just need to know that he must and can only be my man now."

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too straightforward and terrifying, Qi Cheng froze there for a moment.

He bowed his head and thought about the words for a long while, and then it seemed that he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The meaning in these words... is clearly that Qing Yue's mind is impure.

He raised his head abruptly, stuttered for a moment, "No, this is too risky..."

But when Qi Cheng met those eyes that were clearly shining but also contained gloomy and dead silence, the words behind them gradually became smaller and finally disappeared.

After a while, he sighed.

"You don't want to, can you really hold him prisoner?"

The person who had always been so arrogant fell silent.

Zuo Qingyue uncharacteristically did not respond, his slender fingers were slightly clenched, and Qi Cheng looked at him quietly.

"Qingyue, in fact, you are not sure, are you?"

"Qi Cheng." Zuo Qingyue lowered his eyes, his voice was light and deep, without the usual frivolity, but with a paranoid and cold tone, he said slowly, "Even if he dies, he must die in Miaojiang."

Hearing this, Qi Cheng sighed lightly, without commenting, he just said, "If you've made up your mind, I won't stop you."

"It's just that maybe others don't know you, but I know you. Qingyue can't escape completely, but have you thought about the consequences of being entangled?"

Zuo Qingyue's drooping eyebrows slowly raised, and met Qi Cheng's penetrating eyes. He slowly let out a breath, and leaned back on the chair.

"People can't always be so boring in life, if there is a day..."

Zuo Qingyue smiled lowly, "Then I won't retreat."

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Happy Dragon Boat Festival~