Miao Jiangke

The dull sound was accompanied by flying dust, and the glaring light slowly penetrated into the dark place. The gate of the prison palace was opened, and the sound of footsteps was very clear in the empty and uninhabited land.

The person who was tied up by Xuan Tie moved slightly, his clear eyes looked at the sound, and he saw clearly that the person who came was a masked secret guard.

Qiu Yangui didn't look away immediately, but frowned slightly, no one should come at this hour, he had a faint guess in his heart.

The dark guard walked up to him quickly, bringing a gust of wind while he moved, he didn't speak, like a cold puppet, he quickly removed the black iron that tied him, leaving only the shackles and handcuffs, and He stepped back to one side and made a "please" gesture, and said in a low voice, "please, young master."

Complicated meanings flashed across Qiu Yangui's eyes, he pursed his lips, and slowly moved down the jade bed, when his feet stepped on the ground, he felt a little strange, his footsteps involuntarily fluttered, Qiu Yangui's expression sank slightly, The fingers subconsciously clenched into a fist.

Seeing him stop there, the dark guard just waited quietly at the side, and didn't say anything to urge him.

After a while, Qiu Yangui straightened his back and said softly, "Let's go."

Swallowing Cloud Pavilion, the young master's bedroom.

Ying Liu didn't dare to show his breath, and stared at his black robe intently.

The young master didn't make a sound, and he didn't dare to speak rashly.

Zuo Qingyue didn't move when he had already had half a stick of incense. He stared at the rice paper in front of him, his expression so obscure that it was hard to fathom it.

What he asked Ying Liucha to do already had some clues, and even connected a complete clue, but no matter how he understood it, all the clues pointed to Qiu Yangui's plan for a long time.

Feng Dong was just an unknown pawn under Wei Shu's subordinates at the beginning, "Shuyu Pavilion" is just like its name, compared to other sects under Wei Shu's subordinates, it is nothing but something that cannot be put on the table.

It's just that they all underestimated Feng Dong's ambitions. When Miaojiang was in chaos, he fled and took away Wei Shu's hard work. He hid his name near the fishing town and waited for the opportunity.

It's just that I never thought that the unknown "Buyu Pavilion" at that time would actually pick up a child from a mass grave.

And this child is now the number one assassin on the list.

The young master sat without moving, but the rice paper in front of him was suddenly cut and shattered by an invisible sharp blade, and slowly fell down. Ying Liu's face turned pale immediately, and he knelt down on one knee, "Master, forgive me."

"It's okay, step back." Zuo Qingyue didn't make a fuss, he even smiled, but no matter how you look at it, that smile is scary.

Really great, such a long-planned, such a top assassin.

He didn't know that Yangui had stayed in Miaojiang back then.

Indifferent Ruying Six also broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't dare to look any further, and immediately turned around and retreated after hearing this.

Coincidentally, at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Young master, someone has brought it."

Zuo Qingyue's expression didn't change, he slumped lazily on the soft bed, staring straight at the door panel, as if he wanted to see through this layer of wood to dismantle the person hiding behind him, he responded in a low voice, "Um."

There was a knocking sound from the swaying shackles, and the door was slowly pushed open, without any barriers, Zuo Qingyue saw the person who pushed the door with a glance.

The shackles on Qiu Yangui's hands and feet "ding-dong" as he moved, he looked calm, as if no matter what he did, he couldn't arouse the waves in his heart, but he occasionally showed a fragile expression.

Like a white-eyed wolf who can't support a family, but there is only Zuo Qingyue in those clear eyes.

Just now the words in black and white appeared in his mind, Zuo Qingyue's expression suddenly sank, not even a hypocritical smile remained, and the door behind him was closed by the strong wind with a "bang".

Qiu Yangui's hair was raised by this blow, suspicion flashed in his eyes, but before he could react, the young master who was still lazy at first strode towards him.

There was a muffled sound, Qiu Yangui's back hit the wooden board, Zuo Qingyue pressed him against the door, but he didn't make another move, obviously engulfed in anger, biting and sweeping his whole body, he pinched Qiu Yangui's shoulder His hands are also getting harder.

Qiu Yangui faintly felt something was wrong, endured the pain from his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Young master?"

Zuo Qingyue stared at him without saying a word, Qiu Yangui felt his suppressed emotions, hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to reach out his hand in this posture, and tentatively slowly wrapped his arms around the young master's waist.

Clumsy and patient as ever.

The emotion in Zuo Qingyue's eyes became more turbulent, but in the end amidst the sound of the two's deep breathing, he suddenly let go of his strength, and slowly put his head against Qiu Yangui's neck.

The warm breath sprayed on the skin, Qiu Yangui tilted his head uncomfortably, but was held back by someone holding his face.

The strength is not heavy, there is a feeling of powerlessness.

Qiu Yangui was stunned for a moment, and the young master's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, inexplicably gnashing his teeth, "Are you hungry in the Swallowing Cloud Pavilion?"

——Have I ever treated you badly?

"Being so thin, do you want to show your ambition by death?"

——Why did you betray me, so unwilling to stay in Miaojiang?

He knew that the assassin's obedience might have other motives.

Qi Cheng's words lingered in his mind, and the warmth of the assassin's palm was ironed into Zuo Qingyue's heart through the cloth, and the anger dissipated a lot inexplicably, replaced by a strong sense of exhaustion.

It was as if his revenge had been avenged many years ago. He sat on the throne and looked down at the crowd, watching them trembling but showing respectful faces, but his heart was empty and tired, and he felt extremely bored.

He bears the burden of humiliation to avenge his parents, he uses all means to win the power of Miao Jiang, and he studies Gu art to become the well-known "Gu King" of Miao Jiang.

He has this huge Miao territory, has this supreme right, and has jewels that are incomparably rich.

But he couldn't keep the one he cherished.

He can't save his parents, and he can't keep Qiu Yangui.

The only person Zuo Qingyue can trust now is Qi Sheng.

What's more, because of their special status, they are afraid of implicating the other party on weekdays, and they only maintain the appearance of "befriending" on the surface.

There is a dead silence under the bustle, and the gold and jade floating on the surface are smashed to pieces, revealing the rotten and dark inside.

The young master of Miao Jiang is the envy of the world, not Zuo Qingyue.

"Never."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, which seemed to be clearer than the previous few days. Qiu Yangui didn't know what the young master was talking about, but he sensed a depressing and dull atmosphere.

Qiu Yangui obeyed his heart and surrounded the young master, using his current "identity" to get closer to the young master, and said in a soft voice, "It's just that the young master is not here, and Yangui can't sleep or eat."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the secret emotion was restrained and hidden deep in his eyes. What floated on the surface was only his deliberately soft voice, and just the right amount of concern.

It's as if what Zuo Qingyue saw in front of him was not Qiu Yangui, who was devoted to protecting the lord, full of admiration and desperation.

It's an assassin who has no integrity and treats people with color.