Jinghong knife

Chu Hanyang didn't expect that Qing Ming would lose his mind during the fight, the wind of the knife whizzed away, he hurriedly withdrew his strength, but the knife was hard to stop, and it still stabbed straight at Qing Ming's chest.

There was no other way, in the blink of an eye, Chu Hanyang could only shoot horizontally with his left hand, towards his wrist holding the knife, directly deflecting the direction of the knife by a few inches, and swipe dangerously close to Qingming's right arm. Pass.

With a hissing sound, Qingming's clothes on the right side were cut open, but no one was hurt after all.

"What are you thinking!"

Chu Hanyang flicked his right hand, and the blade instantly sank into the tree trunk beside him. He put his trembling right hand behind his back, and couldn't help feeling angry again.

"The subordinates know their mistakes, please punish the master."

Qing Ming knelt down with a plop, her face turned slightly pale.

He knew that if Chu Hanyang hadn't pulled back just now, the knife would have stabbed him right through.

"You've been in a trance for the past few days, what's going on?"

Chu Hanyang suppressed his temper and asked with the last bit of patience.

Qingming opened his mouth, pain suddenly flashed in his eyes, but he still lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "This subordinate has neglected his duty, please punish me."

The last trace of Chu Hanyang's patience was finally exhausted, he looked at Qing Ming coldly, and after a while, he turned and left, the hem of his clothes drew a cold trajectory in the air.

"In that case, you should kneel down."

Chu Hanyang had a fire in his heart but couldn't let it out. After searching for a long time, he finally found the wine cellar of Yaowang Valley. He took two large jars of high-quality burning knives from it and went back to Maple Leaf Forest.

Sure enough, Qing Ming was still kneeling there obediently.

"Drink! Give me this jar!"

Chu Hanyang threw the jar of wine in front of Qing Ming with a snap, hugged the jar himself, and sat casually among the fallen leaves, staring at him like that.

Qing Ming didn't dare to disobey, so he could only hold the jar and start drinking. The moment the wine entered his throat, he burned, and burned all the way down his throat, without any buffer, and there was a scorching hot feeling everywhere he passed .

Qing Ming knew how strong the wine was after drinking it in one sip.

He didn't dare to drink too fast, if he drank this jar of wine, it would be enough to make others unaware.

However, Chu Hanyang seemed to deliberately not want him to stay awake.

After watching Qing Ming drink half of it, he suddenly stood up, stretched out one hand, grabbed Qing Ming's chin suddenly, and forcibly poured the altar of wine in his hand into Qing Ming's mouth with the other hand.

Qing Ming frowned, but without any struggle or resistance, he swallowed the hot wine obediently.

It wasn't until several gulps of spirits were poured down that Qingming finally choked on a few gulps, his bright black eyes turned slightly red and a little hazy, Chu Hanyang stopped.

He sat back down again, and took a sip slowly with the wine jar in his hand.

"Tell me, why do you have to follow me. If you don't say anything, just keep drinking." Chu Hanyang looked at him calmly.

Qingming's eyes began to show a bit of bitterness slowly, he picked up the wine jar, and gulped down a big mouthful of wine.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Chu Hanyang took a sip of wine and swallowed it slowly.

The bitterness in Qing Ming's eyes became more and more intense, and he raised the altar to take a sip of wine again.

Why is this wine so spicy, it has been spicy to my heart.

"Why are you so wronged, and I'm making unreasonable temper tantrums, yet you don't say anything!"

The more Chu Hanyang drank, the angrier he became, and he began to gulp down the wine himself.

The bitterness in Qingming's eyes almost overflowed, he looked deeply at Chu Hanyang, and finally shook his head silently.

"You are really good. You don't say anything, but you want me to believe you and be my knife."

Chu Hanyang sneered, ignored him, and drank on his own.

Unexpectedly, the wine was too strong, he drank too fast, just after taking a few sips, the smell of the wine rose suddenly, before Qing Ming was drunk, he had already turned over and fell asleep beside him.

Qing Ming drank a lot of wine, only feeling dizzy in the head.

However, when he saw Chu Hanyang sleeping on the side, he still thought, the Lord's body is just right, but he is still thin. If he falls asleep here and blows the cold wind all night, he may fall ill again tomorrow.

He just refuses to take medicine...

He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but after drinking half of the jar of spirits, even though he had deep internal energy, he only felt dizzy and could not stand still.

Anyway, the consciousness is still clear.

Qing Ming stood up slowly, and gently picked up Chu Hanyang, walking very slowly, for fear that he would lose his footing and fall to the person in his arms.

He slowly carried Chu Hanyang back into the room, and just as he was placed on the bed and covered with a quilt, his legs softened and he sat on the edge of the bed with a plop.

Qing Ming gasped for a few rough breaths, and the alcohol surged even harder, making his head dizzy.

He looked at Chu Hanyang's peacefully sleeping face, and there was a hint of fascination in his eyes.

Although the Lord didn't say anything, he knew...he knew that the Lord was very good to him.

Even though he didn't say anything, this person really believed in himself.

He is willing to be close to himself, willing to believe in himself, willing to teach himself the sword technique that others can't ask for, even afraid of hurting himself.

The sword master Jinghong didn't even have a trace of trust and warmth towards his parents and brothers, but he never guarded against himself.

This is already the greatest gift to him.

Qing Ming's mind was in a mess from the strong alcohol, and he was panting heavily.

He sat on the ground and couldn't even stand up, but he still stared at Chu Hanyang's jade-like face intently, his eyes full of obsession.

The alcohol surged up, forcing his body to feel dry and hot, and he could see his hand raised, gently stroking Chu Hanyang's hair.

He wanted to stop, but couldn't control his movements.

The hair at the fingertips was slightly cool and smooth, with a hint of the smell of maple leaves. Qingming's breathing stopped, her gaze also stopped, and her fingers moved down slowly, stopping in front of Chu Hanyang's cheek.

He seemed to remember that this person's cheek had been pinched fiercely, he paused, and couldn't help rubbing that spot with the back of his finger.

The soft touch caused Qing Ming's breathing to become slightly rapid, and Chu Hanyang's thin lips were slightly parted, which seemed to be a silent temptation.

The finger moved down slowly again, and stopped in front of the man's lips, paused, the slightly rough finger center lightly brushed against the lips, paused again, as gently as if it was just a feather.

Qing Ming withdrew his hand abruptly, gasped a few times, and raised his eyes to look at Chu Hanyang, but just this raising of his eyes made the blood in his whole body instantly cool down.

Qing Ming felt as if struck by lightning, his mind went blank, and he froze in place with cold hands and feet.Even the smell of alcohol has dissipated by more than half.

I saw that Chu Hanyang opened his eyes unexpectedly at some point, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he was looking at him very calmly!

There was a roar in Qingming's mind, and he stared at Chu Hanyang blankly, with great fear shrouded in his heart, which made his heartbeat seem to stop.

"My lord... my lord." Qing Ming trembled.

Chu Hanyang sat up slowly, looked at him calmly, without any emotion, and after a long time, he narrowed his eyes.

"Qing Ming." Chu Hanyang's voice was slightly lowered.

"You like me." Chu Hanyang said lightly, not a question, but affirmative statement.

Qing Ming's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he felt his throat tightened, and he couldn't even utter a word.

His shady mind...has been exposed after all.

Chu Hanyang's phoenix eyes were half-opened and half-closed, the light in them flickered, and he didn't look a little drunk.

Qing Ming took a deep breath, his face was a little miserable, and he knelt up slowly.

"Subordinates deserve to die, and they shouldn't have thoughts about the master. Subordinates are willing to accept any punishment."

After speaking, he knocked his head heavily on the ground.

No wonder, there was a flash of understanding on Chu Hanyang's face, all the previous doubts had been answered.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the man kneeling in front of him. His eyes flickered and his expression was incomprehensible. After a long time, Chu Hanyang raised the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

He didn't know what emotion was, and no one liked him. Chu Hanyang didn't understand love, but at this moment he became somewhat interested.

"How dare you like me." Chu Hanyang raised his feet, tilted his head, and smiled softly.

Qing Ming knelt on the ground, his mind was buzzing, he didn't understand what he meant for a while, but he heard him say quietly: "It's just, this is why you deliberately avoided me these days?"

Chu Hanyang put away his smile, and looked at the kneeling person coldly, without any warmth in his eyes.

"You avoid me because you are afraid that you will sink deeper. You are afraid of getting close to me because you are afraid!

You are afraid that you will be sad in the future!I'm afraid I'll disappoint your feelings by playing around!

Qingming!Is that how you like me?I dare not even give my heart! "

Chu Hanyang kicked Qing Ming's chest, and mercilessly kicked him from the ground to the ground on his back.

In the next moment, he leaned forward again and pressed his knee against Qingming's chest. He pressed his whole body up, grabbed Qingming's collar, and sneered again and again.

"Qing Ming, as I said, you are mine! Whether it's your life, your heart, or your feelings, they are all mine!

I have no heart, no feelings, I just think you are funny now, and want to treat you as a plaything, why, don't you want to? "

The tone of Chu Hanyang's last sentence was raised and cold, revealing an extreme danger.

Qingming's eyes were filled with confusion and confusion. The clothes on the two of them were not heavy, and the body temperature of the other was easily transmitted, which made him even more distracted.

However, after hearing Chu Hanyang's words, his flustered mood began to clear up.

That's right... the whole person belongs to him, and he has no right to refuse.

If the Lord wants to play, then he is willing to be his plaything.

Whatever the Lord wants, He will give.

I have no right to refuse and escape...

Qing Ming's eyes fixed on Chu Hanyang, and finally smiled softly, docile, obedient, obsessed, bitter, and with a hint of sacrifice-like determination.

Chu Hanyang had never seen this person smile before, and when his cold and tough face smiled like this, there was a sense of despair in his beauty.

"The subordinates are willing. Whatever the master wants the subordinates to do, the subordinates are willing."

Qing Ming said softly, and hugged the person on her body obediently.

"Very well, then let me see how you like me."

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