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The two guards who had been guarding the door activated the formation, pulled up the latch and closed the white jade gate tightly, completely covering the crowd outside.

Zhang Qinglan followed Ao Zhan, looking down at Ao Zhan's slender hands clasped around his wrist bone and pointing out.

When dusk was about to pass, the sky was already very dark, and it shone slightly and obliquely, stretching the shadows of the two people walking side by side to be thin and long, crookedly fitting on the blue brick road.

The butler and the guards did not follow, so apart from the sound of their footsteps, the surrounding area was too quiet.

Ao Zhan is a dragon, his body temperature is already lower than that of ordinary people, his rough and callused fingertips rest on Zhang Qinglan's wrist, and the coolness spreads along the fingertips, covering the thin flesh of the person, and the pulse beating underneath It is incompatible with warm blood.

The two walked forward for a further distance, Zhang Qinglan half drooped her eyelashes, and followed behind Ao Zhan without saying a word, looking too obedient.

Steady and shallow breathing sounded evenly in his ears, Ao Zhan seemed to keep his eyes on and kept walking, but in fact, the peripheral vision of his eyes had already fallen on the young man beside him, not even an inch was spared.

Pushing open the door, Ao Zhan waved his hand to push back the maid who was standing beside Hou, and the two sat face to face next to the desk.

At this moment, candles were already lit in the room, and the orange candlelight passed through the gauze curtain, shaking the young man's face uncontrollably.

Ao Zhan let go of Zhang Qinglan's wrist, tapped the table with his slender and powerful knuckles, and made a few crisp sounds, his eyes faded from the arrogance and violence that he had just shown in front of everyone, and he returned to calmness.

Zhang Qinglan sat upright, with her hands neatly resting on her knees, half-closed her eyelashes, pursed her lips and said nothing.

After a long silence, Ao Zhan finally opened his mouth, picked up a strand of black hair on the side of Zhang Qinglan's face, and said casually, "Do you want to say something?"

Zhang Qinglan frowned and thought for a moment when she heard the words, pursed her thin lips into a straight line, raised her head after a while, stared into Ao Zhan's eyes and said seriously: "I'll get rid of them all."

He knows that Heavenly Dao has set many restrictions on the Dragon King himself.If he is not a great evil person, Ao Zhan can't easily attack mortals, otherwise he will suffer the consequences of being struck by lightning from the sky and adding disaster to his body.

Those townspeople who gathered in front of the palace gate were not up to the heinous standard, at best they could only be regarded as stupid, vulgar and greedy, credulous and without their own opinions.

Ao Zhan is just blessed by the order of heaven to protect the safety of one side. Instead of being satisfied and grateful, these people will bite back when encountering troubles.Knowing the suffering of going south, they always thought that someone could suffer for them.

Those who are capable work harder, and there is no such a "work" method.

The gray-robed man's calculations were resounding, and he calculated that Ao Zhan would not easily attack civilians, so he used the miasma to set up such a situation to force Ao Zhan to leave Ye City.

Too many ants will be a problem after all... Zhang Qinglan's expression darkened slightly, and the knuckles holding his robe turned slightly white: "Human life is in my hands, and it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing the serious expression on the young man's face, Ao Zhan's eyes flashed a faint interest.

Deliberately lowering his voice, Ao Zhan withdrew his hand: "You have to think clearly, killing someone's life for no reason is extremely evil. After death, you will not only suffer from the karmic fire of Infernal Hell, but even reincarnation can only be thrown into the animal realm. .”

The man's voice was deep and mellow, and he tapped the table a few times, and at some point it turned into a pair of emerald green eyes: "Maybe in a hundred years, you will be reincarnated as a piglet raised in the backyard of the palace, and be eaten by this king in one bite." .”

Zhang Qinglan was taken aback for a moment, then seriously shook her head: "I'm not afraid."

"It's that group of people who don't know good from bad, and bully people too much."

Ao Zhan carefully looked at the young man in front of him, looking at his pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes.The tone of the voice was laziness and indifference: "Really?"

Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes and said nothing, gently pulled up Ao Zhan's cold fingertips, held them in her palm, and then nodded.

Ao Zhan pursed his lips, and casually took a long sword inlaid with gold and jade from the sandalwood shelf on the desk, and threw it on Zhang Qinglan's lap: "Then you go, and kill those foolish people for me."

Zhang Qinglan immediately let go of Ao Zhan's hand, without even frowning: "Yes." After speaking, she stood up and walked towards the door.

But when he pushed open the wooden door, before he stepped through the door, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, stretched out his hand to hug him by the waist, and pulled him back into his arms.

Zhang Qinglan was unprepared, just for a moment, the whole person fell into Ao Zhan's embrace, with his back pressed against the other's chest, even the man's whispers rang in his ears.

"That's all." Ao Zhan leaned down, brushed up the young man's sideburns, bit the other's soft and delicate earlobe, and said vaguely: "Be more obedient, just stay in the inner courtyard obediently."

"Don't jump up and down, go out and make trouble."

The cold breath sprayed on the side of the neck and behind the ears, and the back could even feel the slight vibration of the other person's chest when he spoke.Zhang Qinglan immediately seemed to be frozen, standing still in place: "...OK."

The long sword in his hand was taken away, leaving nothing behind.

After a short while, Zhang Qinglan only heard a clear whistle, and when she regained consciousness, Ao Zhan had already transformed into a dragon in the courtyard.

The huge green dragon hovered in the clouds above the palace, and the moon was already hanging high at this time, and the dark green dragon scales on its body were bathed in silver-white moonlight, shining brightly.

Zhang Qinglan looked up for a long while, until Qinglong flew away in the distance with clouds and fog, and his figure was completely lost in the long night. Then he rubbed his sore neck and withdrew his gaze.

Turning around, he opened the courtyard door, took three steps in parallel, and ran out.

Before running a few steps, when Zhang Qinglan passed by the rockery pond built in the garden, he saw something unusual out of the corner of his eye.

I saw the clear water in the small pond, and the bastard, who had been hugged by someone all the time, was swimming around in it.

Wang Yi's eyes were sharp after he became mature, and he was naturally not affected by the night. When Zhang Qinglan was trotting past, he climbed ashore at lightning speed, and bit the young man's trousers tightly.

The two black bean eyes were shining, and they looked up at Zhang Qinglan, with a face full of probing and doubts.

You must know that he has always looked down on this young man.

To them, Zhang Qinglan is a different race and a different kind. He is usually lazy, lazy and slippery. It is useless to stay in the mansion. He even clings to the Lord's side all day long, shameless.

To this day, this person blocked him and the Lord behind him, but rushed forward by himself and took the initiative to "deal with" his kind.

Such a calm and determined expression...it really doesn't seem to be fake.

Biting the young man's trousers, Wang Yi's eyes were complicated, and after a long while, he finally said, "What are you doing out there?"

Zhang Qinglan's expression was indifferent, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head, looked fiercely at the green triangular face, and said sinisterly:

"kill."

Looking at Wang Bajing who was so frightened that he let go because of the sluggishness, Zhang Qinglan drooped her brows and eyes, and the corners of her lips curled into a slight arc, and then walked away quickly.

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After climbing over the wall of the palace a few times, Zhang Qinglan moved skillfully, walking lightly on purpose, and walked around to the main entrance from the side.

It was already night, and the night wind was cold, blowing thinly across the bamboo forest, the shadows of the trees whirled, and there was a fine rustling sound.

Zhang Qinglan hid behind a corner, quietly showing half of her face, carefully sizing up a group of people in the distance.

At the door, dozens of townspeople gathered together, took out a fire bag from their pockets, chopped off a few bamboos behind them, and collected some dead branches and fallen leaves underneath, and started a fire together.

This group of people obviously came prepared, and several of them took out dry food water bottles from the cloth bags on their backs and distributed them to the others.They gathered in twos and threes to keep warm by the burning bonfire.

In the middle of the night, the dew was heavy, and the crowd lost the energy they had been rambunctious during the day, so they huddled together, talking in low voices.

At this time, the cool wind blew, and Zhang Qinglan took out a palm-sized human-shaped thin paper from the Qiankun bag in her arms, and brushed it with two fingers close together. When he reached the center of the crowd, he quietly stuck to the back of one of them.

Soon, the paper figurines transmitted those small conversations to Zhang Qinglan's ears.

The scholar who had been rushing to the front seemed to have caught a cold, and his voice was thick and hoarse. He poked the strong man beside him, and said: "Brother Niu, you have to remember, wait until tomorrow morning, the sun As soon as you come out, go forward and knock on the door, the louder you knock, the better."

The burly man nodded, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, your big brother Niu can't do anything, you just have strength."

But it didn't take long for the smile on the strong man's face to fade away, and he turned his head with some hesitation, looked towards the opposite courtyard, and pulled up the scholar's sleeve: "I, I'm still a little uneasy... The Xu family Boy, you have studied a lot, can you tell me how we can do this? If you lie here, Master Ao can save our lives?"

Hearing the strong man's words, the scholar raised his sleeves and coughed a few times to cover up the flash of disgust on his face.

Afterwards, he restrained himself quickly, cleared his throat and comforted him, "Master Ao is kind-hearted, he must not see everyone suffer. What's more, the Ao family has a great business, so what's the harm in just going to southern Xinjiang to get medicine?"

Seeing that the expressions of the people around him were more or less shaken, the scholar stood up and said earnestly, "Big brothers and sisters, think about it, the cost of going south is just a drop in the bucket for Master Ao, but For us, it is a fatal event. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and we are helping Master Ao to accumulate virtue."

The crowd was persuaded by the scholar's words, and they already had a bias in their hearts, and "yes" and "Xu's kid is right" echoed from the crowd.

There were several patients who were infected with miasma among them. The pain of festering flesh and blood on their bodies made them unbearable, and they cried out.This added to everyone's determination to make Ao Zhan agree to save people.

The night was quiet, and the dead branches and leaves were burning in the raging fire, making a soft sound of peeling off.

Zhang Qinglan stood on the sidelines in the distance and watched with cold eyes. The raging flames were reflected in his dark pupils, leaving behind a large area of ​​dark and unclear marks.