My son sleeps lightly

It is already far enough away from Xiao Chong, Chang Qin thought to himself.

The people who follow him now are guards carefully selected from the Chang family and the He family. If it is said that they are usually flexible, they are not as good as the Ye and Liang families, but when it comes to force.

Chang Qin pulled the horse's rope hard, and the horse's front hooves were raised high.

But the carriages that have been following are still running. The two carriages are filled with young men and servants who do not know how to fight. According to Chang Qin's instructions, they don't have to stop, just keep moving forward. Zed, these men on horseback will always catch up with them.

Seeing Chang Qin stop, the rest of the people also turned around. They held on to the weapons in their hands and had no fear in the face of the approaching pursuers.

Chang Qin closed his eyes, and felt the sound of the horse's hooves on his heart, and the other party was about to catch up.

They can't be allowed to take the lead.

When Chang Qin opened his eyes again, his eyes were suddenly filled with excitement and excitement, and the corner of his mouth was even smiling. For some reason, the bloodthirsty desire in his body was completely awakened in such an occasion where he could fight openly.

He pinched his feet and swung the whip hard, causing the horse to suffer pain, and rushed forward with all his strength.

In his hand is his usual sword, in his mind is his secret desire, now Chang Qin has nothing to protect, no longer has anyone's shackles, he can finally use his full strength.

"Young master!" The members of the Chang family followed closely behind. They all understood the meaning of Chang Qin's expression, which was what they often saw during training.

According to Ye Lan's words, the members of the Chang family are not normal people, they are all monsters who take pleasure in human blood.

In a way, he's not wrong.

Chang Qin swung the long sword in his hand and cut off the neck of the person rushing towards him abruptly.

The man didn't even see Chang Qin's face clearly.

There was blood splashing on Chang Qin's face, he took a deep breath, there was nothing wrong with the smell of blood.

He remembered the first person he had killed.

His father's plaything.

The fishy smell that pierces the nose is like this.

After killing one person, it seems that it is not so difficult to continue killing others.

Chang Qin's reason wandered, he did not gradually get rid of his father's shadow as He Hui expected, but sank deeper and deeper into the darkness.

The only thing that has changed is that he has grown up, he knows how to pretend, how to hide his perverted desires.

The reason why he has always been at odds with Ye Lan is because Ye Lan can always see through himself at a glance, see through the twisted heart under his silent appearance.

Chang Qin's sword slashed across the chest of the man beside his horse, revealing the exposed organs behind a long trail of blood.

He bit his lower lip, and immediately shifted his gaze. The moment the people behind him were about to stab him, he bent down, his body flashed, and he pulled the reins with his left hand, making the horse stop and the people behind him watching him. Throw it into your own sword.

There was a mind-numbing sound when the metal was pulled away from the flesh and blood.

But this voice was as beautiful as music to Chang Qin's ears.

When he was thirteen or fourteen, He Hui suddenly became interested in rhythm.

He entertained himself in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in He Mansion, and he played the high-quality guqin that City Lord He had found for him from the Central Plains.

It took a lot of effort to burn incense and take a bath before playing.

Chang Qin didn't speak, just knelt down in the pavilion and waited obediently. The servant brought very elegant tea, put it in the middle, and nodded to Chang Qin.

Chang Qin didn't remember clearly what happened after that.

He doesn't like these literati's elegant things, but as long as He Hui likes it, then it's up to him.

He Hui also knew that Chang Qin wouldn't have any pertinent comments on this, but after all, he didn't dare to fight in front of the teacher, so even if he wasn't a bosom friend, it would be good if he could accompany him for a while.

The tune that He Hui learned was not the long and slow tune in the dance workshop, but the exciting killing tune of the legendary ancient gods fighting.

Chang Qin was almost fascinated by it, he could even feel that the music filled his whole body with strength, and his heart was pounding.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and He Hui felt a little annoyed, "It's always hard to play well here."

Chang Qin raised his head, except for his eyes, he didn't move any other facial muscles.

But the killing intent in those eyes alone cheered He Hui up.

After that, He Hui never played this piece again, at least not in front of Chang Qin.

Chang Qin understood what He Hui meant, and he always suppressed himself, asking himself that no one had discovered the gene in his body that was different from ordinary people.

But since He Hui was attacked for the first time, this feeling seems to have gradually come to life.

He remembered that he was sitting at the door with Xiao Chong at that time, and he even wanted to comfort Xiao Chong, but neither of them was very talkative, so they only talked for a few words, and then they ran out of ideas.

He slowly calmed down his mind, recalling the scene of his first murder again and again.

Yes, Ye Lan was right, he had blood that was morbid and almost crazy and wanted to torture people.

Chang Qin went from self-loathing at the beginning to accepting himself later. After all, he is in troubled times, and this desire to kill always has a reasonable way to vent.

He opened his eyes wide, and the long sword in his hand has turned red...

Xiao Ao and He Hui's servant hid in a carriage. They knew that they had been separated from Chang Qin for a long time, and he felt uneasy, but he was very familiar with this feeling.

After all, when he was still in his infancy, he had already experienced what it was like to be hunted down.

Really useful experience.

He held He Hui's hand, trying to comfort him, but the other didn't seem too flustered, that's right, the He family must have seen a lot of troubles.

But soon, there was a rush of hoofbeats getting closer and closer.

Xiao Ao and He Hui's servant looked at each other, and they both became nervous.

"Go to the village with the lights on!"

Chang Qin's low voice is extraordinarily reassuring.

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