Miao Jiangke

"Little Lord."

Ying Shi was respectful, with a slightly hesitant tone, "Ying Six has sent people to monitor the 'Buyu Pavilion' and other sects...the clues to the assassin's betrayal are not yet complete, and we are now investigating further, but..."

"Say." Zuo Qingyue simply said in shock.

"...It's just that there seems to be a change in the 'Buyu Pavilion' recently. Ying Liu wrote a letter saying that there is something weird. Even though the 'Buyu Pavilion' is still paying attention to Qiu Yangui's movements, it doesn't devote too much energy. It stands to reason An assassin is very important to them, and the enemies from the outside world blatantly announced that the assassin fell into our hands, and the Buyu Pavilion had secretly reached into Miaojiang, but for some reason there was no movement."

Ying Shi was smarter than Ying Liu, he paused after saying this, then raised his eyes and quietly looked at the young master's face, seeing that there was no difference in him, he continued, "Besides, we have placed in each sect. People...are disappearing one after another."

Zuo Qingyue finally raised his head, chewing the pronunciation of the words slowly, "Disappearing one after another?"

"Yes." Yingshi's expression was a bit ugly, "Young Master, it seems that there is a tendency to confront us head-on in the Buyu Pavilion."

He didn't say the rest, originally thought that the young master would be as angry as last time, but Zuo Qingyue just waved his hand and said flatly, "Well, let's go down."

Yingshi turned around and left as if she had received an amnesty.

Zuo Qingyue was playing with a string of silver bells in his hand, his expression was unclear.

Now it seems that there are only two situations in the transformation of "Buyu Pavilion".

One is because Feng Dong has a hole card, and this hole card doubled his confidence, and he even had the courage to openly confront Swallowing Cloud Pavilion.

The second is that Feng Dong is cheating and trying to make him suspicious.

The second suspicion may be Elder Lu, or it may be an attempt to stir up civil strife in Miaojiang.

Or... Qiu Yan returns.

And if the second is true, it will be intriguing.

Since Qiu Yangui is someone he doesn't talk to, Feng Dong's move is nothing more than getting his head kicked by the donkey.

But if one of them is true, what hole does Feng Dong have?

Zuo Qingyue stopped what he was doing, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

Out of all the painstaking efforts he took away from Wei Shu back then, what made him so arrogant?

-

The midday sun is getting stronger.

Maybe it was because of being too exhausted, but Qiu Yangui really fell asleep after staring in a daze.

When he opened his eyes, there was no one around him.

Realizing this, his not yet fully awake consciousness suddenly became clear. He endured the discomfort and opened his eyes completely. When he found that he was in the young master's luxurious and luxurious bedroom, instead of the cold and dark prison palace, he breathed a sigh of relief. .

"woke up?"

It's just that the breath was not yet complete, a sudden voice sounded from the side, Qiu Yangui lifted it up again in one breath, and immediately looked sideways.

The young master sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at him calmly, completely different from the fiery one just now.

The secret expectation in Qiu Yangui's heart was extinguished with cold water. He endured the discomfort and adjusted his posture. He lowered his eyes and prepared to get out of bed. His voice was very hoarse, "Yangui has overstepped, young master forgive..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed back on the couch again, and Zuo Qingyue took the small porcelain vase by the bedside, completely ignoring other people's thoughts, and pretended to take off his clothes.

At that moment, I was confused and infatuated, and everything went smoothly, but at this moment, the young master moved too suddenly, even Qiu Yangui couldn't help raising his hand to block it, and said in a low voice, "Young master..."

Zuo Qingyue narrowed her peach blossom eyes impatiently, and said in a very bad tone, "What are you doing? I feel ashamed thinking about it now, just now I looked at you..."

"Young master!" Qiu Yangui interrupted him hastily, staring at the porcelain vase and probably guessing what it was, he pursed his lips and said, "...Yangui can come by himself."

"Come by yourself?" Zuo Qingyue sneered, stretched out his hand and squeezed Qiu Yangui's waist, the pain made the assassin's whole body stiff, but the perpetrator still had a hint of mockery, "Can you do it?"

Qiu Yangui's expression did not soften, his attitude was a little tough, and he turned his head to the side with a hint of anger, and said firmly, "Okay."

Zuo Qingyue looked at him for a moment, something flickered in his eyes, and immediately threw the medicine bottle over, then turned around and walked behind the screen, leaving a faint sentence, "As you wish."

For the first time, Qiu Yangui did not watch the young master leave, but stared at the porcelain vase for a long time before closing his eyes resignedly.

When the medicine was used up, beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of Qiu Yangui, he wiped it casually, his hands and feet were bound by the shackles, his movements were not convenient, it took him a while to get out of bed smoothly.

Behind the screen, there is an idle and handsome figure.

Qiu Yangui's footsteps stopped, and immediately walked over again, the movement of the shackles was crisp, Zuo Qingyue put down the brush in his hand, and looked up.

While the assassin was thin, he had a feeling of fragility after recovering from a serious illness. The mottled neck was gradually hidden in the white clothes. It was not quite like the arrogant and cold assassin in his impression. Zuo Qingyue's eyes shone slightly , said lightly, "Come here."

Qiu Yangui lowered his eyes and walked in front of the young master, what Zuo Qingyue was holding in his hand, the color was similar to Xuan Tie, seemed to be a key.

He didn't make a sound, just lifted the assassin's shackles, inserted the key into the keyhole, lifted the black iron up and down in response to the sound, and fell down.

The wrists and ankles without weight moved at a loss, Qiu Yangui was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched his wrists, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

——What is this?

"I heard from the dark guard that you have had a bad appetite these days." Zuo Qingyue stood up and approached him with an extremely oppressive aura, and his clearly caring words made him express the meaning of an invitation to a grand banquet, "Take you out Go shopping and try something else, okay?"

Qiu Yangui doesn't have much appetite at the moment, but he has been imprisoned for many days, and even his impression of the outside world is blurred, besides... he also wants to see what the young master's Miao Jiang looks like.

"Okay, it's all up to the young master's orders." Qiu Yangui said in a low voice.

There was a faint light in Zuo Qingyue's eyes, and he smiled lightly

, he is not so kind.

Firstly, the condition of the assassin is not good, maybe it will get better if he is taken out for a walk.

Secondly... After the mice in some dark places have been following them for a long time, he naturally wants to lead someone to walk in front of them to test the other party's attitude.

Zuo Qingyue fixed his eyes on Qiu Yangui's thin face, moved his slender fingers, as if he wanted to lift them up, and then put them down restrainedly.

"Follow."

He turned around and walked towards the door, covering up the irritability that flashed between his brows and eyes, but he didn't know what to think of, his pace suddenly slowed down a little, and he yawned softly as if lazily.

Qiu Yan didn't have time to think about it when he came back, so he had to follow quickly. The strange pain and soreness made him take a deep breath, but he just paused for a while.

This discomfort is nothing to him, it's just that he finds it hard to talk about it.

Fortunately, the young master seemed to slow down, so he was able to keep up with less effort.

Zuo Qingyue caught a glimpse of a white figure from the corner of his eye, brushed off his clothes as if nothing had happened, and twitched the corner of his mouth lightly in a mocking manner.

No. [-] assassin on the list is clearly a good-for-nothing.

Like a rag doll, it would fall apart if touched.

The skinny ones are almost out of shape, and it is difficult to even eat.

Moji, trouble.