On the Mo, on the bank of the Thunder River, in the Yin Gong clan, a young man in a dark blue brocade robe was sitting with one foot crossed and his body crooked in a gorgeous room waiting for a meal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The young man's appearance has not yet taken off his childishness, and he has not yet grown a man's sense of masculinity, and on his palm-sized white face is a pair of delicate peach blossom eyes, and his curly eyelashes are fluttering from time to time, like a pair of black butterflies.

Under the black butterfly, a pair of innocent-looking black eyes, which were now intently playing with the short knife more than a foot long with the sheath of blood-colored jade and gold, was being held in his hand intently.

The cold light on the blade when the blade was unsheathed was intertwined with the young man's pure gaze, as if the cold moonlight was obscured by the mist that suddenly condensed, and the young man's eyes were also inexplicable, covered with a layer of unsettling coldness by the cold air overflowing from the blade.

The young man's index finger gently stroked the blade, and the fingertip was accidentally injured by the sharpness of the short knife, and in an instant, a touch of blood red soaked from between the blades, but the young man did not seem to feel pain, not only did not remove his fingers from the blade, but continued to slide down the blade.

So, it was originally just a thin and shallow mouth, but in an instant, it was cut deep by the blade in the young man's hand to see the bones, and blood kept oozing from the overlapping parts of the flesh and bones, flowing on the dark blue brocade robe of the young man, and the place soaked in blood instantly turned into a deeper dark blue color.

The young man realized it later, and looked at his bleeding finger in a daze, but he had no intention of stopping the blood flowing from his fingertips, as if the injured finger was not his own, but someone else.

At this time, the wooden door in the house was guarded outside the door, and two maids in blue clothes opened one on the left and one on the right, and a soldier walked in cautiously.

The soldier lowered his head, and pushed a wooden box with four wheels and a half-man height in his rough and dark yellow hands, and there were many small holes around the wooden box, and as the wooden box rolled, from the holes from time to time there would be some strange sounds, as crisp as the sound of the bamboo flute, but it was a little messy.

The wooden box is covered with a layer of crimson brocade cloth, and on the brocade cloth is an arc-shaped wooden cover, which seems to cover some kind of food, and next to the wooden lid is neatly placed a food vessel made of green jade.

The soldier pushed the wooden box in front of him and was about to open the wooden cover, when suddenly there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door.

The boy waved his hand and told the soldier to retreat.

The soldier still bowed his head, and without even making any contact with the young man, he withdrew respectfully, and after the soldier withdrew, the other man was markedly different from the soldier, and strode in with his head held high and his chest held high.

The person who came was a tall and burly man, dressed in an amber dress, with a somewhat rough skin, and his appearance was barely right, and there was a scab scar on his forehead, which was obviously much more mature and heroic than the immature-looking young man in the room.

After the man entered the room, he casually sat down on the wooden chair next to the young man, unceremoniously picked up the tea on the table and poured himself a cup.

The man seemed to be very thirsty, and he seemed to have something to say in a hurry, so he turned his head to the young man vaguely with tea in his mouth and said, "Qi people, the emperor has been missing for a long time, and the elders are all in a mess now.

It seemed that he had finally found that it was not good to let his index finger bleed all the time, so Qi Ren raised his finger to his lips and sucked it up, and winked innocently at the man next to him to express his surprise.

The man continued to be quite anxious and said: "One after another, so quietly, suddenly two such important big people disappeared, now, this day in the Thunder God Palace, there are people in the panic, the emperor and Zixuan, that is the most powerful person in our hermit clan, how can it be like this...... Disappeared for some reason?"

"Brother Nanshi doesn't understand things, how can Qi people understand?"

Compared with Nanshi's restlessness, Qi Ren seemed much calmer, but it was not so much calm, but rather indifferent to himself.

Qi Ren's indifference was a little obvious, so that Nan Shi seemed to notice something strange, put down the empty cup in his hand one by one, and looked at Qi Ren in confusion: "Qi Ren, you are not right, to say, the emperor has always treated you a little coldly, you have almost never met him a few times since you were born, so you don't have much affection, you are indifferent to the disappearance of the emperor, I can understand it......" Nan Shi paused for a while, carefully looked at Qi Ren's still relaxed face, and then said slowly:" However, in the past, you had the best relationship with Zixuan, why did Zixuan disappear now, but you seemed to be ...... Don't worry about him at all?"

Qi Ren was stunned for a while when he heard this, blinked a pair of clear eyes, flashed his black butterfly-like eyelashes, and replied with an extremely innocent smile: "Because Brother Zixuan is very powerful, Brother Zixuan is in my eyes, but he is a person who is more powerful than the emperor, I believe in him very much!"

"Also, Zixuan is very strong, and I also believe that nothing should happen to Zixuan, but ...... This series of strange things happen frequently, and now in the Thunder God Palace, you are the only one who is a little quieter, and can make people calm down a little......"

Nanshi sighed lightly, then swept his gaze to the wooden box on the side and paused, "Qi people, why don't you eat well on the table, what the hell is this!

Qi Ren also fixed his gaze on the wooden box, and said lightly: "This? A musical instrument I made when I was bored, I don't need to operate it by hand, and it will sound by myself!

Nanshi frowned suspiciously, and stared at it carefully for a while, "What did you do?"

Qi Ren didn't care, he seemed to enjoy the strange tone from the wooden box, raised his eyebrows slightly, and invited with an innocent smile: "Brother Nanshi, are you hungry?"

Nan Shi hurriedly waved his hand, and returned to the topic, "It is now rumored that the Black Dragon Demon God has appeared in Huaxia, and the entire town of people in Heishui Town has all died overnight!

Qi Ren still shook his head ignorantly, and asked in surprise, "Is the demon god very powerful?"

"The Demon God is not just as simple as being powerful, the Demon God is in the world, it is a catastrophe that will destroy the lives of the people!" Nanshi said exaggeratedly.

"Recently, the Huaxia clan has also been a little strange, not to mention the strict guards, and the blockade of the royal city, I always feel that something is wrong...... Hey, it would be nice if Zixuan was here, his brain is better than mine, he will definitely be able to see something!" Nan Shi said, as if he suddenly thought of something, patted his head with his hand, and said loudly: "Oh! I remember, there is a place where Zixuan may be found! I have to go and see!" Then, Nanzhu turned his head and stroked Qi Ren's head softly, and said with a warm smile: "Brother Nanshi has something to do and leave first, and I will come to see you another day!"

Qi Ren also returned with the same warm smile, "Brother Nanshi, take care." ”

As Nanshi's footsteps faded away, the warm smile on Qi Ren's face gradually cooled down.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and opened the curved wooden lid in front of him, but under the wooden cover, there was not some bear's paw, fish, phoenix, and dragon liver.

Rather, a man's exposed half-truncated head.

The hair on the snow-white round head has been cleaned up, and the owner of the head is unknown only from the appearance.

Qi Ren picked up the short knife in his hand, and then cut the head in front of him unhurriedly.

"Brother Zixuan, everyone says that your brain is very useful, but I don't know, is it delicious?" )