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Qing Ming threw a piece of silver to the stall owner, and picked up a finely crafted hair tie from the stall.

The headband made of blue satin was also meticulously embroidered with gold thread. Although it was simple, it was calm and elegant, with a kind of nobility.

Qing Ming gently tied Chu Hanyang's hair behind his head, passed his hands under Chu Hanyang's ears, and gently tied the hair with a headband.

Because of this movement, the two of them got so close that Chu Hanyang almost thought he was being embraced by Qing Ming.

The other party's breath passed by his ear inadvertently, it was soft and soft, mixed with Qing Ming's unique smell.

Inexplicably, Chu Hanyang felt some heat in his ears.He felt in a trance that Qing Ming seemed to have kissed his side face.

However, when he came back to his senses, he found that Qing Ming was abiding by the rules and did not exceed the slightest, even though this posture seemed very intimate.

When the strands of hair were bundled together and quietly fell behind him, Chu Hanyang in white clothes looked even more delicate, with an air of elegance and natural beauty, so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Many girls blushed when they saw it, and couldn't help but secretly look here.

Qing Ming withdrew his hands that bound his hair, and accidentally brushed his side face, only to feel the delicate and moist fingertips, and his heart skipped a few beats.

He stared at Chu Hanyang's obsidian eyes, his throat began to tighten again and again, and he was a little speechless.

"Let's go." Chu Hanyang said rather calmly, as if he didn't care about this episode.

Qing Ming responded, his eyes dimmed, and he suddenly realized that the hands held by the two had been loosened when he was putting on Chu Hanyang's hairband.

He moved his fingers, and finally clenched his fist vainly, regrettably falling to his side.

Chu Hanyang sensitively noticed that the breath of the person beside him suddenly dropped, and he was a little puzzled.

He rolled his eyes, and quickly figured out the problem, curled his lips inadvertently, but quietly stretched out his hand, and held Qing Ming's generous and warm palm under the wide sleeve of his robe.

Well, it's quite warm...

Qing Ming was taken aback, an unbelievable surprise quickly flashed in his eyes, and he held those slightly cold hands almost instantly, his deep eyes became brighter and brighter, the gaze that looked at Chu Hanyang could almost Water dripped gently.

The two of them walked quietly together on the narrow streets in Helan County without speaking any words. Seeing the dim lights on both sides, the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and the heavy traffic, they unexpectedly felt extremely peaceful in their hearts.

As if they could go on like this forever, to the end of time.

However, this kind of calm did not last long. Soon, the two of Chu Hanyang noticed that the crowd around them became restless, and they all ran towards the direction they had just come from, shouting as they ran, "It's not good! Sleeping Moon The building is on fire!"

Chu Hanyang's palm tightened instantly, and he turned his head abruptly, only to see black smoke billowing from the Mianyue Tower in the distance, and the flames soared into the sky, turning into a sea of ​​flames.

"No, go back!"

Chu Hanyang's face changed slightly, and he didn't care to think about it. There was only one thought in his mind: the Mianyue Tower was on fire, and someone might want to silence it!

Qing Ming's face darkened as well, and he hurried back to Mianyue Tower together with him, but the restlessness of the crowd really affected the speed of the two of them. The two hands are always tightly held together.

The two hurried back to the Mianyue Tower, where it had already turned into a sea of ​​flames. Chu Hanyang quickly looked around, but he did not see Mrs. Han. Chu Hanyang couldn't let her die here.

Almost without any hesitation, Chu Hanyang raised his leg and wanted to rush into the sea of ​​flames, but was held tightly by Qing Ming, the strength even made his arm ache a little.

"My lord, it's dangerous inside, you stay here, subordinate!"

After finishing speaking, Qing Ming didn't wait for Chu Hanyang's answer, grabbed the bucket from the person next to him, and poured it over his head.

After late autumn, he was suddenly doused with cold water, making his face turn slightly pale, but he still resolutely rushed into the sea of ​​flames.

Chu Hanyang's phoenix eyes were full of power, and he raised his hand to stop him, but he was in vain. He could only watch his vigorous body jump into the sea of ​​flames, and stomped his feet fiercely angrily.

Qingming rushed into the fire against the flames, only feeling that the skin burned by the scorching air waves around him was a little painful, he didn't dare to delay, almost rushed to the room he went to before with all his strength, kicked open the door, only He saw a slender figure falling in the sea of ​​flames, not knowing whether he was going to die or not.

Qing Ming rushed forward, wanting to help the person who fell on the ground, but before his hand touched the person, he saw a cold light coming towards his face!

His complexion changed slightly, it was too late to draw the knife, he could only raise his palm to block, and suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and a dart was piercing it.

Blood seeped out of his arm immediately, but it didn't change color. It seemed that the dart that was supposed to hit his throat wasn't poisoned.

Qing Ming looked coldly at the same slim woman in front of her, only heard that she seemed to be smiling, but there was no trembling on her face.

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This person is not Mrs. Han!

Qing Ming could feel a strong sense of dizziness gradually rising in his mind, and a cold and stern look flashed in his eyes.

This is his first time here. This person pretended that Mrs. Han was not attacking him, but the Lord. The dart was not poisonous, but a strong drug was used. The other party wanted to capture the Lord alive!

Thinking of this, Qingming's murderous heart suddenly arose, he pulled out the photo shadow, and the icy cold light streaked across the sea of ​​flames, and mercilessly went straight to the man's vital point.

The woman thought that the moment Qingming was in the dart, she would fall down because of the drug on it, but she didn't expect that he still had the strength to rush towards her.

Obviously, her martial arts is not high, but she has lost a few rounds, the woman's eyes changed, she raised her hand and threw a dart at Qing Ming's throat, and then her figure retreated violently and rushed to the window, wanting to Get out of here.

Qing Ming looked at the flying dart, if he blocked it, the woman would definitely escape, without any hesitation, Qing Ming's face flashed a sternness, and he turned sideways to face the dart and rushed up.

The dart swished past his throat, leaving a faint trace of blood, while Zhaoying's blade landed on the woman's leg without any pause.

A scream sounded instantly, and the woman fell to the ground with a bang, her eyes full of hatred.

Qing Ming was panting heavily, the things in front of him became more and more blurred, the flames had already burned into the room, and the surroundings were plunged into scorching heat, and the sound of crackling and breaking of the beams continued to be heard.

"boom!"

He thrust the knife into the ground to barely support himself from falling, while the face of the woman whose legs had been broken by him was pale, and after a few screams, she took out a dart from her bosom again. He threw it at Qingming resentfully.

On weekdays, Qing Ming, an opponent of this level, would be able to deal with it within three rounds. However, the raging flames ignited around him made him seem to have returned to the sea of ​​flames in Zhejian Villa back then.

He was so powerless, he was slaughtered by others, everyone fell to the ground, and the blood and flames all over the ground merged into one, becoming a nightmare for half his life.

He didn't know whether it was the raging fire around him that made him fall into the memories of the past, or the drug on the dart. Qing Ming only felt that the things in front of him were blurred and overlapping. He could see the dart flying towards his heart, but he couldn't help it. Powerless to dodge.

Just like back then, he struggled feebly in the hands of Gui Jianchou, exactly the same.

At that time, it was the Lord who saved him, descended to him like a god, became his belief, and became the person who haunted his dreams.

There was a sad smile on the corner of Qing Ming's mouth, he closed his eyes and waited for the death to come, and seemed to hear the voice of the Lord calling him.

When the deadly dart rushed in front of him, he didn't regret rushing in, but why did he feel a little regretful?

lord... lord...

"Aqing!"

The hoarse roar fell beside his ears, like a thunderclap, making Qing Ming startled and opened his eyes.

I saw Chu Hanyang standing in front of him, his phoenix eyes were awe-inspiring, the flames flickered, and his black hair flew ferociously in the flames, with the hairband that he personally tied for Chu Hanyang still tied on it.

Peerless elegance, like a god.

Qing Ming fixedly stared at Chu Hanyang's hand that blocked the dart that was constantly overflowing with blood, his mind was shocked, and his lips kept trembling.

The fear and powerlessness that had filled his heart since he rushed into the fire disappeared in an instant.

His god didn't abandon him, but just like back then, he once again took pity on him!

His master, once again saved him when he was weakest!

Qingming struggled to stand up, dizzy in his head, and fell to the side with a sway, but was supported by Chu Hanyang, and at the same time he slapped him mercilessly with his right hand, the burning pain on his face immediately woke up Qingming A few points.

"Your life is mine! Who told you to waste it in this kind of place! Go back and kneel in the punishment hall!"

Qing Ming opened his mouth, but swallowed all the words, and finally the corner of his mouth curved into a very faint smile.

"Yes, my subordinates are wrong."

Chu Hanyang didn't see his expression, but gave the woman who was slumped on the ground a cold look.

A few seconds later, without any inquiry or negotiation, he moved his wrist, and the dart that slashed his palm dripping with blood directly sank into the woman's throat.

And the woman who pretended to be Mrs. Han kept her eyes wide open until she died, unable to believe that he killed herself without asking a word.

Seeing this, Qing Ming lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Once the Lord has come, there is nothing else to care about. No matter what the Lord does, he has his reasons.

The beams of the house continued to burn and fall, Chu Hanyang dragged Qing Ming out of the window, and the two rushed out of the Mianyue Building that had turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Qingming quietly looked back at the flames in his eyes, and finally left here calmly supported by Chu Hanyang, and quietly leaned against the warmth beside him, and after a moment of hesitation, he turned to Chu Hanyang again Pressed.

His nightmare is completely over.

Chu Hanyang felt a little heavy on his body, but he thought Qing Ming had suffered some kind of hidden injury, his face changed, and his feet moved a little faster.

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