Xin Yi became more and more aggrieved, and the hot current swirling in the corners of her eyes was about to flow down, and suddenly, she stomped her feet in annoyance, and walked to the outside of the ancestral hall with the wind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

“…… Where are you going......" Jiang Li was stunned.

"Childe wants to leave, why do I still want to stay here?" Xin Yi didn't look back, his voice muffled.

"But you're on your knees and grounded. Now he went out from the main entrance of the ancestral hall and was seen by the people in the house...... What kind of reason is this?" Jiang Li hesitated.

"Then Ziqing walked through the back door! The back door is inaccessible, and it leads directly to the outside of the house, and no one notices that I go out. Xin Yi spun around and turned towards the back door in the opposite direction.

"That's okay too. Jiang Li looked at the woman who was floating like a cloud, and his heart suddenly felt empty. Even if he hadn't come to his senses and where he had annoyed her, he knew that this "sin" had to be his own.

Xin Yi didn't look at Jiang Li, his face was red, and his hurried steps seemed to be hiding from a plague god. When she arrived at the back door of the ancestral hall, her steps froze, biting her lip, and spitting out a word with great difficulty.

"Yes. ”

Jiang Centrifugal jumped half a beat slower.

This word sounded like an answer to his last sentence: "This, it will work." But it can also be heard as her answer to her grandmother Xin Zhou, and even more so to him.

Do you and Jiang Li have a personal relationship?

Be.

One is a word, without too many words, it will say that her daughter's heart is like gold. Regardless of its secular cold eyes, it is a sword mountain and a sea of fire, and the concubine should be like a pampas reed, and the pampas reeds are as tough as silk.

In this way, there is no transfer of the rock of Baolangjun.

Jiang Li only felt as if he had stepped from the night to the dawn, and it seemed that in an instant, he saw a hundred flowers in full bloom, and winter and spring came.

The bottom of his eyes was like the snow that thawed in February, rippling with waves.

"Qingqing. Qingqing. My Majesty. Jiang Li muttered softly, and slowly walked towards the woman, such a hoarse tone, his voice was calling, his voice was like admiration, and he heard Xin Yi's heart tremble.

Her heart became more and more chaotic, even more chaotic than he was at that time. Her face was reddening, and her eyes seemed to be dripping.

"Childe is talking nonsense again!" Xin Yi dropped the sentence in shame, and then quickened his steps, and ran out of the back door of the ancestral hall as if he were fleeing, and disappeared in an instant.

In the same place, there was only a plain-clothed boy in the turbid world, and the long jade stood in the twilight for a long time.

The sunset fell into the mountains with a thud, and the heavy night crashed down, and the handsome shadow was annihilated in an instant.

The late autumn night came early, and the cold air that was shocked by the autumn sun during the day rushed out like an amnesty. Ha Qi turned white, the weather was cold, and the entire Chang'an City was wrapped in layers of white frost.

Somewhere on the outskirts of the city, Xin Yi walked aimlessly, his embroidered shoes kicking the stones on the side of the road one after another, leaving a trace on the frosty stone pavement.

"Sure enough, it's a civilian, I don't know how to count, I don't feel irritable, I say something embarrassing, I really don't have a mouth!" Xin Yi snorted sullenly, she seemed to think of something, and the flush on her face that had just cooled down by the cold air rose again.

"It's okay if the mouth is not covered, but the brain is not bright. Don't you still understand my mind? Could it be that the chess boy can only pretend to play vice chess in his head, and his children Fengyue don't know anything?" Xin Yi muttered to himself all the way, and opened his eyes widely, raised his fingers, and let the person who was in front of her, obediently listening to her training.

The woman looked like a child who ran away willfully after a quarrel, and the words that the person couldn't say after a thousand drinks were poured out like popping beans at this moment.

This street is already on the outskirts of the city and is sparsely populated. In addition, the autumn night is cold and wet, and every household goes to warm the kang early, and there is no half of the people on the street. Only one or two oil-paper lanterns dangled at the door of the big family's house, and the big yellow dog in the yard of the butcher's house was awakened by Xin Yi's footsteps, and he barked weakly and then stopped.

"Jiang Li, Jiang Li, big fool, elm brain, nerd......" Xin Yi blushed and whispered all the way, estimating that Jiang Li should leave Xin Mansion no matter what, so she could go back. If he was still there, she wouldn't want to go back and touch him, even if she froze to death outside.

The autumn night was getting colder and heavier, Xin Yi couldn't help but shudder, she caged her sleeves, and was about to turn back to the house, but her footsteps were sluggish.

Wrong.

It was her instinct. It was her incomparably sensitive and keen intuition before the invisible crisis that she gained after being pierced through her heart by random arrows in her previous life.

And at this moment, the little crisis she smelled, the tip of the arrow was aimed at her, ready to move, lurking in the dark.

There was no one around, and the night was silent. The paper lantern stretched Xin Yiling's shadow very long, as if it was about to be torn apart in an instant. If you shout for help and don't say anything, it is more likely that no one will come out at all to "manage the excitement".

Therefore, when Xin Yi saw the second black shadow reflected in the paper lantern, and even if she stood still, the butcher's big yellow dog barked strangely, and her back was tired of a layer of cold sweat.

The miserable moonlight of the autumn night was dim, reflecting the man who appeared like a ghost at the entrance of the street ten paces away. He was long and jade, wearing a monk's robe, with twelve ring scars on his head, and the dagger in his hand was a little cold.

Yuanchen presided over the temple, the eldest son of the Gao family, Gao Wanxian.

Where is he still a little bit of the Buddhist temple monk, gentle and compassionate, but like a long sword that is easy to wash, even if he is wearing a monk's robe, even if it has been more than 20 years, he can't bury his sharp teeth and sword intent.

"Xin Yi, today is her first seven. I will take the head of your neck, and sacrifice her soul. Yuanchen came with a knife, his eyes like a wolf staring at his prey, and he emitted a faint green light in the night.

Xin Yi suddenly calmed down. It's not because she has a solution, but because she doesn't have a solution at all, but she is relieved.

The night was silent, empty, and it was almost impossible to call for help. And Xin Yi is a weak woman, facing Xiao Fulong, who has received swordsmanship training from the family, and she is not unarmed. It was an assassination with few surprises.

Chess to a dead end. As a killer move, Yuanchen has become the only crack, and it is not necessarily stupid to seek skin with a tiger, but more likely to survive with a broken arm.

Seeing that Xin Yi was calm and calm, Yuanchen raised his eyebrows: "I have guarded the agreement for twenty years, and no child of the Gao family has ever died under the blade of the five surnames and seven wangs." But as soon as you came, it caused such a change, and it was her ......"

"Yes. Xin Yi interrupted Yuanchen's words, "What aroused her unbearable was the flute played for me, and even she stood up for me at the beginning. The presiding officer can put all the blame on my hard work. ”

Xin Yi's cold voice did not fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

But her fingertips clenched in her clothes, and the silence around her was so dead that she could even hear the heavy breath squeezing out of her chest.

Seeking skin with the tiger is a gamble on life. The one who messes up first loses first.