Yang Qing walked in the rain with an umbrella.

In the morning, it was only a little cloudy, and when he left the mansion, there were raindrops the size of beans falling on his brows. At that time, he was angry with Mochizuki, and the description was very bad. He made a special trip to find a ready-to-wear shop to tidy up his clothes, and looked at his face through a bronze mirror. The dim mirror reflects the face of a young man splashing ink.

The others are okay, but the corners of the mouth are broken, and the red is conspicuous. However, this is only the appearance, and the bite marks on the inside of the mouth are even worse. At that time, they were fighting with Mochizuki, and the two of them were ruthless, and they bit just as hard. A mouthful of blood, it's really not a simple talk. Stroking the corners of his mouth, the young man's eyes flashed slightly: This kind of injury, he is embarrassed to go to the hospital to find someone to see, and he can't dispense medicine, so he can only endure it like this. I thought to myself, with this bite, I won't be able to eat properly for at least half a month. Drinking water is all a problem.

But when I think of Mochizuki being the same as him, I'm afraid I'm going to be bitten harder. It is rare that a person with such a temperament as Yang Qing can actually find psychological balance from others.

Yang Qing lowered his eyes, a little surprised.

When I came out of the ready-to-wear shop, the rain was pouring down. He looked at the sky and went to the umbrella shop to buy one.

After buying the umbrella, the qi generated by Mochizuki in Yang Qing's heart temporarily disappeared and became refreshed again. He has always been good at self-mediation, and he doesn't dwell on one person or another. That's it for now. If he really cares about everything, he can be angry and die by Mochizuki.

He went out and stood under the eaves, looking at the rain curtain on the horizon, and did not move for a long time. Dressed in white and with black hair, holding an oil umbrella, the wind blows his clothes. Droplets of water rolled down the edge of the umbrella, reflecting the chin of the young man under the umbrella. Falling and clear, indescribable romance and. A few little ladies who came out of the shop on the side glanced at him, their faces turned red all of a sudden, and they looked away embarrassedly. But he still couldn't help it, and looked back again.

Yang Qing only smiled gently at them, and the other party blushed and bowed his head with a smile. When he looked up again, he saw that the young man had identified the direction and walked towards a place with an umbrella.

The fog is in the rain, the water vapor is fresh, and the back of the young man is sassy...... It's so beautiful that it makes people's hearts swoon. However, Yang Qing didn't notice this at all.

Yang Qing really didn't know that he was hiding from the rain in the shop, and he could hide the hearts of several little ladies. He was thinking about what was next.

Early in the morning, he told Mochizuki that he was going to go out, and Mochizuki thought it was a pretext, but it wasn't. Yang Qing really has something to go out, but he has always been a little hesitant whether he should intervene in this matter. However, now, being angry with Mochizuki, Yang Qing also had a little temper, thinking, "You rely on my feelings, can't I rely on you." It's not necessarily who wins or loses, just wait and see."

A good-tempered person will go to extremes when he gets angry.

He walked lightly, and soon reached the east of the city, and he searched for the clues he had noticed before. Naturally, there are hesitations in my heart: after all, it is raining today, and I don't know if I can wait until I am looking for it.

He walked into a small alley. The alleys are deep and long, with twists and turns. When he reached the middle section, Yang Qing's steps paused slightly, and the hand holding the umbrella tightened.

Not far in front of him, a large umbrella was opened, and a family was setting up a stall selling refreshments below. A woman in black stood in front of the stall and took the steaming oilcloth bag from the stall owner.

The women's clothes are mainly black, and the back is long. Wearing a hat, he covers most of his face, and only his chin is faintly exposed.

It's very ordinary.

However, she tugged at the black gauze with her sleeves, and there were intricate ornaments embroidered with golden threads. Entwined with black and gold, it is low-key and inconspicuous.

Dressed like her, she looks like a Jianghu person, and ordinary people rarely mess with her. Her clothes and accessories are really not eye-catching, even if the people in the rivers and lakes see it, they can just glance at it.

However, Yang Qing glanced at her cuffs and recognized her identity.

Demon Protector.

Yang Qing had been in the Demon Sect in the past, and knew that the formal clothes of the Demon Sect were decorated with cyan or gold silk thread embroidery on the placket, collar, and cuffs. What kind of pattern is embroidered depends on the identity of the other party. For example, the clothes worn by Yuan Yingxing on formal occasions will be embroidered with phoenixes on the cuffs.

Because at a cursory glance, they are all about the same, and the Bai Dao people can vaguely distinguish that the other party is a demon sect person. But I don't know the specifics.

Yang Qing was in the Demon Sect that day, and in order to hide his identity, he made a special trip to study this.

So right now, this woman in black, he glanced at it and knew that the other party was the protector of the Demon Sect.

The status is only below the holy woman Mochizuki.

This is exactly the person Yang Qing is looking for. Two days ago, he had noticed the movements of the Demon Sect in the east of the city, and had dealt with the other party. At that time, he wondered what Yuan Yingxing was doing behind his back, and he wanted to make it clear to Yuan Yingxing, but he interrupted because of Mochizuki's birthday. Now, for this matter, Yang Qing decided to take another slightly more extreme way to deal with it.

Mochizuki forced him to do it.

Yang Qing walked quietly, thinking about the identity of the woman in black:

Mochizuki had vaguely mentioned it, and Yao Fu had also vaguely said that the statements of the two people were put together, and it was not difficult for Yang Qing to discover the truth. The story pieced together told Yang Qing that Han Ping, the left protector of the Demon Sect, died at the hands of the Holy Maiden Mochizuki; There is also a right protector. The right protector did not participate in the infighting, and after the demon sect leader apostasy, he traveled with the sect leader.

In all the stories, this right protector is like an invisible man, and he has no sense of zài at all.

But that's about the style of this right protector. In the past, when Yang Qing was in the Demon Sect, Yang Qing had seen all the high-level leaders of the Basic Demon Sect. The only thing he hadn't seen was the sect leader Yuan Yingxing, who he deliberately avoided, and the right protector. The reason why I haven't seen the right protector is because in the Demon Sect, there is a saying that the right protector and the sect leader are inseparable. In order not to cause an accident, Yang Qing did not look for a chance to meet people.

I haven't seen it, but I probably know it.

The woman in black wearing a hat in the rain in front of him, although he didn't see his face, Yang Qing was sure that the other party was the right protector of the Demon Sect.

After the sect leader left the Demon Sect, the right protector, who was inseparable from the sect leader, also left. However, the sense of existence of this right protector is too weak, and when she leaves, everyone takes it for granted.

When Yuan Yingxing arrived before, Yang Qing had doubts - where was the right protector?

It is said that where the original Yingxing is, the right protector will also be there.

The attention to this person finally came to fruition two days ago.

In the majestic rain, Yang Qing walked with an umbrella and looked at the woman in front of him turning around to leave.

Mutations occur in the blink of an eye.

When the black-clothed woman in the hat turned around, dozens of figures appeared on the walls of the alley on both sides. Some stood on the wall, and some jumped off the wall, surrounding the woman. The woman in black remained silent, still carrying refreshments in her hand, and there was already a crisis around her. A flash of lightning swept across the sky, illuminating the curtain of the hat, and the woman's cold chin loomed.

One of the people surrounding her said in a hoarse voice, "Right Protector, long time no see." ”

The woman didn't say a word, making the person who spoke embarrassed and embarrassed, and roared, "If you know each other, take refuge here, Elder Xing and Elder Chengyang have already sued the Holy Sect General Altar, and your old master is useless!" ”

The woman's slightly drooping eyes lifted and looked at the other party for a long time. Her voice sounded unusually soft, her tone sounded light, and it was weird, as if she was wrapped in something, and she spoke very slowly, but not with Yang Qing's leisurely slowness, but with a slight slurred speech, "Then why do you still cover your face?" Afraid that my old master will recognize you? ”

Everyone seemed to be trampled on by a cat's tail, and the murderous aura on their bodies suddenly exploded. Indeed, these people all covered their faces with black cloths, and some were afraid that they would not be able to cover them, so they covered them layer after layer. Who is the old master of the Right Protector? Isn't it the self-proclaimed apostate of the Holy Sect Master? Aren't you afraid that when you fight, you will be recognized by the sect leader and liquidated in the future?

Although the Holy Sect is now controlled by Elder Torture and Elder Chengyang, the Holy Flame Order is incomplete every day, and the position of the sect leader is empty every day, and these disciples dare not rest assured that they will completely stand in line. What if the Sect Master returns a day later and reckons with those who hunted him down today?

The sect leader's methods were too ruthless and bloody, how he got to the top back then, I still shudder when I think about it.

The person who came gritted his teeth, "Where is the sect leader?!" ”

The woman paused for a moment, as if judging what the other person was saying. Then, she continued to speak in a strange tone, her voice still soft and unthreatening. If you only listen to her voice, you will think that she is a very good girl. But what she actually said was - "The Master let you die, he doesn't want to see you." ”

The person who came sneered, raised the knife in his hand, and narrowed his eyes, "Then the right protector, don't blame me for committing the crime!" ”

"Kill!" With an order, the people of the Demon Sect on all sides killed the black-clothed woman in the middle. The woman jumped up, her body was sensitive, and when there was a flash of lightning, there was also a purple light in her hand, which lit up in the eyes of everyone.

This is a silver soft sword, which can be used as a long whip or as a long sword, depending on how the owner wields it.

A cold light pierced her skull. Between the lightning and flint, the woman's head was deviated, her body was twisted, her left leg drew a half arc in the air, and when she was about to fall to the ground, she turned around with a strong momentum and stabbed it with a sword. At the same time, he backhanded and blocked the sneak attack of one person behind him. One fell to the ground, not even bleeding, and the hat flew down, covering the corpse's face.

Rustling, the sound of rain, but also the faint ringing of bells.

Around the woman's waist, a silver bell was tied, and in the rain, it made a jingling crunch.

As the hat fell, the true face of the right protector was finally revealed.

The long hair is thick and thinly braided, and the long braids that form four strands are tied together at the back of the head with jade rings. The cold rain lapped her cheeks, and her facial contours were deep, her eyes squinted like ice, and her color was blue. The most dazzling thing is the golden ring earrings she wears on her ears.

The big gold earrings are the style of the Western Regions, dangling in her ears, reflecting her pale blue eyes, emitting a magnificent and dazzling luster.

The one who shook everyone.

The right protector is not from the Central Plains, but from the Western Regions, and has Hu blood.

Her golden hoop earrings, along with her eyes and sweet accent, have shook the Demon Sect for many years. Although he doesn't come forward often, he is impressive.

The right protector is a person who has a completely different style from the Central Plains woman, but it does not affect that she is a rare beauty. But no matter how beautiful it is, at the moment, it is useless. This beauty is fighting with the demon cult people who are rushing from all sides, and it is difficult to solve.

She had the upper hand at first, but then slowly began to struggle. On the contrary, the other party, who panicked at the beginning, and after calming down, thought that if he didn't kill this person now, he would be unlucky in the future, and he would also kill blood, and his eyes were red. Everyone besieged this right protector in a desperate posture, and the silver whip in the right protector's hand flew, wrestling with them, and gradually retreated.

After they fought, the stall owner who was on the side was so frightened that he hurriedly hid to the side. But he was reluctant to give up his belongings, so he gritted his teeth and got in, wanting to move the tea stall away. However, these gangs of Jianghu people fought, and the walls and trees fell at every turn, and the momentum was huge. He, an ordinary person who doesn't know martial arts, actually drilled around under the eyelids of all masters?

A demon cultist thought he was in the way, and with a frustrated snort, a silver needle flew out and stabbed at the poor stall owner.

The stall owner wanted to hide, but his body was so stiff that he couldn't dodge, so he could only watch the needle fly towards his eyes, and his heart beat to his throat.

Seeing the dead end, an umbrella suddenly flew in from the sidelines, spun around, and blocked the needle. The umbrella is just an oil-paper umbrella, but the needle has internal strength, and the distance is so close, but this umbrella is just between the needle and the stall owner. The stall owner opened his eyes wide and saw that a few needles had broken through the umbrella cloth, and an inch further would have pierced his own eyes.

This、Is there a master who saved his life?

The stall owner turned his head in panic to find someone.

The two sides of the fight naturally noticed the changes and looked at it together.

What I saw was the young man in white standing at the entrance of the alley, smiling, looking down at the stall owner with a sigh, and said, "Jianghu people are fighting, you should avoid it." ”

"Yes, yes, I won't dare next time! Thank you for saving your life, and the little one will report back to you in the future! The stall owner didn't dare to be reckless anymore, and he didn't dare to ask for his own refreshment stall, so this time he didn't look back, and ran to the mouth of the alley and crawled on the ground. He is still clever, and the direction of running is towards Yang Qing.

Therefore, when the Demon Sect wanted to kill people, Yang Qing's white robe flew away, and the person had already jumped forward, fluttering lightly, with his sleeves to meet the palm, and easily helped the innocent ordinary stall owner to resolve the killing move.

The right protector looked at this frightened son, and his eyes flickered: This son, he just came to the town two days ago, and when he got lost, he asked him for directions. I didn't know that his martial arts were so high.

The other Demon Sect people sneered, "Nosy! "If you want to be nosy, just don't go!

It is with Yang Qing's intentions.

He borrowed the stall owner to enter the game, and joined the killing fight. Cooperate with the right protector inside and outside, and fight with this group of demon sect people who chase and kill the right protector.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the bloody gas in the air became more and more concentrated, accumulating in the depths of the alley.

The same heavy rain fell not only in this alley, but also in every inch of the town. Mochizuki chased Yang Qing out of the house, the other party's light skills were far more exquisite than her, and when she left the house, Mochizuki lost Yang Qing's trace. But Mochizuki is not in a hurry, she has always been patient, so she treats Yang Qing as a prey, and quietly looks for someone. As long as a person walks through a place, there will always be some traces left, unless the other party sincerely hides from others and hides all their traces.

Mochizuki thinks that Yang Qing will not be so perverted and make trouble, and he can still make a scene like hiding his traces.

Yang Qing really didn't.

Mochizuki searched for the trail and chased it all the way to the east of the city.

When she arrived, she was weaving through several deep alleys. Standing on the high place at the head of the wall, watching and listening to the Quartet, his heart was impatient, wondering where Yang Qing had gone. Splashed in the rain and smelling the strong blood, she was awe-inspiring in her heart, recognized a direction, and leaped down from the wall to chase in that direction.

When the girl passed, she saw corpses all over the ground, and the young man in white was squatting on the ground, hugging a black-clothed man.

She put her hand on Yang Qing's shoulder, leaned over, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you hugging?!" ”

I thought to myself: Not so much, right? It's just that there is a quarrel, and you want to stop hugging the pipa?

Yang Qing's shoulder was put on her hand, and he stiffened for a moment, but he didn't dodge it.

Mochizuki squatted next to him, leaned over, and saw the face of the unconscious heroine who was lying in a pool of blood. The vinegar faded, she was taken aback, and glanced at Yang Qing, "Tang Xiaoyu?" ”

Yang Qing raised his eyes.

Thinking that Yang Qing was walking by and kindly saving people, Mochizuki explained, "Tang Xiaoyu, the right protector of the Demon Sect." She looked at the bodies lying around her and frowned, "We'll have to deal with it." In case the officers and soldiers come, it is always troublesome to explain. ”

looked at Yang Qing and asked, "Do you want to save her, or do you want to leave her here?" ”

Yang Qing asked rhetorically, "What do you say?" ”

Mochizuki flattered, "You can do whatever you like, I will listen to you." ”

Yang Qing looked at her coldly, ignored her, but stood up and picked up the person. Ran Mochiyue took his hand and said with a smile, "Brother Qing, I'll carry someone." Don't be tired. ”

She said, "I'll do the rough work, you just rest." ”

The girl actively helped carry the corpse and take care of the bloodstains here. In the end, he carried the unconscious Demon Sect Right Protector on his shoulder, and raised his head and smiled at Yang Qingyan, who was standing on the side.

Yang Qing said goodbye: ...... Don't you think it's a bit out of place for you to smile so brightly in a bloody light?

The two took Tang Xiaoyu back to the mansion and asked the little maid to invite the doctor over.

When Yuan Yingxing heard that his right protector was seriously injured and was rescued by Yang Qing, his eyes flashed, and he also came to visit. Mochizuki stood outside the window, glanced at Yuan Yingxing, and wondered in his heart: Tang Xiaoyu has always been inseparable from Yuan Yingxing, but Tang Xiaoyu has been hiding in the dark. Even Mochizuki, under normal circumstances, doesn't know where Tang Xiaoyu is.

Tang Xiaoyu is a knife that belongs to Yuan Yingxing alone, and only obeys Yuan Yingxing's orders.

On that day, the Holy Sect was in civil strife, and after the incident, the right protector Tang Xiaoyu and Yuan Yingxing left the church, and Mochizuki felt that it was too normal.

When they met this time, she always thought that Tang Xiaoyu was still with Yuan Yingxing, staying somewhere in this mansion and obeying orders at any time. Tang Xiaoyu's existence is too natural, and Mochizuki has always regarded this person as the shadow of Yuan Yingxing, where he is, the other party is there.

But now, ...... Tang Xiaoyu was seriously injured and appeared in the east of the city...... It turned out that Tang Xiaoyu was not following behind Yuan Yingxing?

Then, she is going to carry out the task given by Yuan Yingxing.

Mochizuki thought in his heart: Didn't Yuan Yingxing himself say that he wanted to apostasy? Didn't he say that he would not return to the Holy Church? So what is the task he gave Tang Xiaoyu? He actually let this right protector, who had never been separated from him, leave him?

She didn't think too much about it, because she saw Yang Qing, who was also standing under the window.

After coming back, the doctor invited to see Tang Xiaoyu's injury. The other party was seriously injured, and after Yuan Yingxing watched it for a while, he went into the house to talk to the doctor. After Yang Qing changed his clothes and came over, he also stood under the window and looked at the situation inside from the window. There was Yuan Yingxing in the house, and he was not familiar with Tang Xiaoyu, so of course he didn't go in.

Yang Qing lowered his head to think about something, and suddenly, a pair of hands hugged his waist from behind.

Yang Qing: "...... Loosen. ”

The girl said delicately, "Brother Qing, you are so fragrant." ”

Yang Qing pursed his lips and grabbed her hand.

Ran Mochizuki didn't let go, and hugged him very tightly. Standing under the window, he couldn't do anything to turn his face with Mochizuki.

Hearing the girl smile and ask, "Brother Qing, you are so fragrant, can I smell it?" ”

Yang Qing paused, "Yes." ”

“……！”

When she was startled, he grabbed her hand and turned around, reaching for his waist and touching the belt.

Mochizuki: "......! ”

She looked at him with admiration and delight, and blinked: Brother Qing, you can let go. Untie your clothes in public...... I just like people like you who are so open-minded.

Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by the pink reverie, something was stuffed in her hand. Looking down, it was a sachet.

Yang Qing said gently, "This sachet was given by my aunt." If you like to smell it, take it and smell it. You don't have to give it back to me. ”

Shi Shiran passed by her.

“……”

As if struck by lightning, Mochizuki held on to the wall.

She teased Yang Qing and said that what kind of fragrance she smelled meant smelling the incense on his body and hugging him. But he didn't know whether it was upright or deliberately misinterpreted, so he actually gave her the sachet and let her smell it to her heart's content...... A broken sachet, what's so good about smelling?!

Mochizuki threw the sachet out of the porch.

Then, after a long day of annoyance, she relented, jumped off the porch, and picked up the sachet from the bushes - she could not throw it away. This is a gift from Yang Qing to her, it is his personal belongings, and it must be kept well.

Put it under the nose and smell it, the fragrance is fresh, and the girl's eyebrows are stretched.

In his heart, he was thinking about the next series of plans: how to find Yang Qing, how to apologize seriously, how to reflect on his mistakes, how to guarantee and swear, and how to solve the current problem of leaving......

She made a package and was full of action, thinking that no matter what, I could coax Yang Qing to show her face again and release kindness to me.

However, her plan was not carried out at all.

On the second day, Mochizuki Huanxi made breakfast in person, covered his fingers that were burned out of blisters, and went to Yang Qing to ask him to feel distressed, and found that something was wrong-

Yang Qing left at night.

He's gone!

Gone without saying a word!

Mochizuki's face turned blue and pale, standing in front of the neatly arranged house for a long time, suddenly remembering something, quickly turned around, and rushed to Tang Xiaoyu's room. grabbed the woman's collar, dragged her up from the bed, and gritted her teeth, "Tang Xiaoyu, what task did Yuan Yingxing give you?!" Did Yang Qing tell you something?! ”

"You get up for me!"