Little four.

The night turned into countless points of light, and the girl did not make a sound, but he had seen this mouth shape countless times. So much so that at a glance, he recognized her calling him silently - "Little Si'er".

Mingyang was in a trance for a while.

The surrounding scenery faded, and the scene in front of me overlapped with the memory, similar smiles, similar faces, and similar names.

Over the years, the Fire Hall Master, whether in the evil path or the righteous path, has been a one-sided demon, which is terrifying. He was gloomy and ruthless, violent and terrible, and no one would have a relationship with him, let alone joke with him. In this world, there is only one person who will call him "Little Si'er" with an affectionate smile.

The woman who led him out of the mire and took him on the quiet and dark night road, but made him feel lonely and lonely at all.

Holy Lady of the Holy Church, Mochizuki.

He is now the master of the Holy Sect Fire Hall, and his name is Mingyang. But he wasn't the head of the hall from the beginning. More than a decade ago, he didn't even have his own name. At that time, he only had the code name of the number "four". Everyone who has a slight status in the Holy Sect can call him, kick him, kick him in the head, and impatiently call "Ah Si, come to work".

More than ten years ago, Mingyang also had a master. His master was one of the four elders back then, but when it comes to being a master, he is actually a big man who disciplines these little people. The Demon Sect is the weak, and the title of master and apprentice is just a false name, Mingyang bears that name, and is beaten and scolded every day, and sometimes there are not enough people in the pharmacy, and he has to be pushed over to test the medicine and use it as a medicine person.

Since he was a child, he hated this qiē very much. He vowed that one day, he would come out and trample under his feet those who looked down on him in the past.

More than ten years ago, the Demon Cult mutinied. After the blood-stained Demon Sect, the high-level personnel were purged, and almost everyone was replaced. Yuan Yingxingden is the leader of the Demon Sect, and Mochizuki is the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect. At that time, they were only fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, but the two of them joined forces to fight with a cadre of elder hall masters, and forcibly exchanged the blood of the Demon Sect, and they were invincible.

The elder who pressed on Mingyang's head also died in that purge.

The new high-level leaders are only the sect leader and the saint. Two Dharma Protectors, Four Elders, Five Hall Masters, and Twelve Helm Masters...... Mostly half-disabled. At this time, it was the time when the Demon Sect was in dire need of talents, and it was at this time that Mingyang entered the eyes of the sect leader and the saint because of his strange bones.

No one taught Mingyang superb martial arts, and no one told Mingyang how to please the sect leader and the holy woman. He is also illiterate, and he can't speak good words, all with his ruthlessness and coldness, crawling and rolling, and in the killing and being killed, he climbs up little by little. When the sect leader finished dealing with the legacy of the previous sect leader, he sighed and found out: This bad kid can do it. is such a broken martial arts, can he still defeat someone whose martial arts are higher than him? Tsk, that's great, then I'll see you.

The sect leader casually had the idea of "seeing and seeing", and he saw that something was wrong.

At that time, Mingyang was only a teenager, a tenacious teenager, stupid, and didn't understand anything. He only knew that the sect leader was younger than himself, and he only knew that the sect leader would see him, and he had seen many people look at him when they mentioned the sect leader. But these were so far away from Mingyang, when the order reached his ear, he even felt that something was wrong, a little person like himself should never see the high-ranking sect leader in his life.

He calmly went to meet the sect leader, and he would never forget that day.

The empty and quiet lobby, the quaint architectural style, looking up, sat a lazy teenager on it, there was a chair on one side, and a beautiful girl stood in front of the long case, flipping through the file. The lazy handsome young man, with a low and elegant air on his body, supported the armrest of the throne with his elbows, touched his chin, and smiled, looking at the people below with interest.

This young man is the new leader of the Demon Sect, Yuan Yingxing.

And the one who is qualified to stand next to him and look through the file at will and no one dares to question it is the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect, Mochizuki.

For the first time, the saint did not have a good impression of the young man kneeling on the ground, Mingyang raised her eyes, and only hurriedly saw her cloud-like black hair and low-hanging snow-white neck.

Yuan Yingxing asked about Mingyang. The tone is leisurely, and there is no coercion. Mingyang answered honestly, with a clear and simple look. As soon as the two got on and down, they actually talked happily with each other. But suddenly, Yuan Yingxing asked curiously, "You must have heard a lot of bloody rumors about me, right?" Aren't you afraid of me? ”

Mingyang replied, "Don't be afraid." ”

"Oh, why?"

"In my heart, you are the leader of the sect, but you are also an ordinary person, a teenager about the same age as me. There's nothing to be afraid of you. ”

His answer made the holy woman who had been turning through the dossier raise her eyes in surprise and looked straight down. It seems to be surprised, it seems to be incredible.

Yuan Yingxing was stunned for a moment, laughed, patted the long case, and pointed it out to the Dharma protectors and elders on both sides, "Interesting." You're such an interesting person. ”

Mingyang was slightly happy in his heart, and with his own cleverness, he thought that the original sect leader would look at him differently because of this.

As a result, the original sect leader praised him for being "interesting" with a smile one moment, and the next moment his face sank, and he said lightly, "Kill him." ”

Immediately, there were people on both sides, dragging the dumbfounded Mingyang.

At that time, Mingyang didn't know that the original sect leader was a person with a different mind. Yuan Yingxing never thinks the same as them, the sect leader thinks "you are an interesting person", and then he will directly choose to "kill". He doesn't need friends, he doesn't need to be treated as equals, what he wants is that the people below are afraid of him. He didn't like Mingyang, he felt that Mingyang had been brainwashed by the previous sect leader, and he didn't even sing "Sect Leader Shengming" and "Sect Leader, I worship you the most", living is a waste of space.

On the contrary, the holy woman Mochizuki found Mingyang interesting, "Why do you want to kill people at every turn?" Give him to me, and I'll train him for two days. ”

Mingyang had seen the original sect leader's ruthlessness, and the holy woman pulled him back from the road of death. The girl pulled him back from the edge of darkness, taught him exquisite martial arts, made him read and learn calligraphy, and finally promoted him to the fire hall master among the five hall masters.

Mochizuki smiled and said to him, "Of the five hall masters, I brought you the only one. You are my man. Little Si'er, you can't let me down. ”

There are five hall masters, and the remaining four are all assigned by the church masters. Only Mingyang was arranged by the Holy Maiden.

He was the only one.

Mingyang remembered Mochizuki's words, and he secretly swore that he couldn't make her ugly, and he couldn't make her look up in front of the sect leader. She said, "You have to fight," and he fought for it. She wants him to be a knife and a sword, and he is a sword and a sword. Wherever she wants him to go, he goes.

The original leader said that he was a wolf cub, ruthless and wild.

But even a wolf, when he is most helpless, wants a little warmth, wants someone to look down at him. Even if he was a wolf cub, he knelt on the ground and willingly wanted to be a dog. A dog that belongs only to the Holy Maiden.

The saint Mochizuki is dead.

Died in the infighting of the Demon Sect and died at the hands of Yao Fu.

Mingyang was almost crazy, he wanted to kill Yao Fu like crazy, but Yao Fu had already left the Demon Sect and his whereabouts were uncertain. He was already wild, and as soon as the saint died, he became a mad dog. Full of murderous intent, a path to the north. He wants to kill all the way, kill those Cloud Gate disciples, kill those who say that the Holy Maiden deserves it, and kill those righteous people who make him disgusted.

Mingyang's brain has never been good, he was rolled his eyes again and again by the sect leader when he was young, he was silent year by year, stuffy his head, say less, do more. After the death of the saint, Mingyang turned himself into a murderous tool. If there is no accident, he will also die in the never-ending killing.

That's exactly what he wanted.

But the unexpected happened.

The girl in front of her, who was seven or eight points similar to the face of the saint, used the same moves as him, and also made a "little four" mouth shape for him. The blow made Mingyang dazed, full of not knowing what was going on. The moonlit night was clear, the girl's face was cold and white, and her smiling eyes were so familiar.

If it's not the wrong age, if it's not the same appearance, if it's not ...... No, it's not right!

None of them are right!

But why, he had a ridiculous idea in his heart?

He was hopeful, but he was afraid, he was still angry—he didn't know whether it was true or false, he couldn't tell the difference between the girl in front of him, whether he should kill her, or let her go, or......

The Fire Hall Master Mingyang's mind was chaotic, but he only stayed for a moment before narrowing his eyes. He wiped the blood from his lips and strode forward, resuming his moves to capture the girl. Yes, whether it's true or not, as long as it's him who wins, he has a way to ask for the answer. He was injured internally, but he seemed to be more anxious than before, and he couldn't wait to move his palms into the wind, leaping forward again, and patting the girl on the shoulder opposite.

Mochizuki, who only has a number of martial arts paths and no internal strength, can only watch the anger coming to his face.

She lamented in her heart: Fire Hall Master, Fire Hall Master, you don't even ask, choose to kill or kill? Fan Hao didn't even make a move that day, so he easily believed that I was a saint. Of course, Fan Hao didn't want to know the truth at all, he was coping with it, and he was just seeing the wind and making the rudder. I don't ask you to be a wall grass like him, at least you can open your mouth and ask me?

Just ask, maybe we won't have to fight.

It's a pity that Mingyang's choice is different from Mochizuki's hope-

Now, those who have no martial arts have no martial arts, and those who are seriously injured are seriously injured, Yang Qing and I, do we really want to be a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks who died unjustly?

The cold yin wind was blowing, and it almost slapped up, but I saw that Mingyang, who was flying over, was in mid-air, and his body suddenly tilted, turned over in a distorted posture, and hid to the side. At the same time, where Mingyang was just now, the water surface fluttered out a splash several feet high, like a mountain and a sea, the white light was faint, and it was surging brightly.

At that moment, the sky was full of light, the water vapor was dignified, the cranes were singing and the swallows were flying, covering the sky and the moon!

"Yang Qing!" Mochizuki turned back in surprise.

She didn't turn her head completely, and her thin waist was hugged by the young man who came behind her. There is a row of drainage flowers on the surface of the lake, mixed with the true qi, with a strong murderous aura. Mingyang was so excited by the steep waves that he retreated, feeling that the cold light was forcing him, obviously he didn't get a little water, but he felt like a stinger on his face, and his chest was also suffocated.

The waves came one after another, carrying an internal force as powerful as the tide of the sea. Vertical and horizontal, like wind and thunder in the sky, summer sunset snow, layer by layer, one move. That trick that doesn't leak is comparable to sword light. For people with strong martial arts, every flower and leaf is a killing move, and Mingyang can't insert it at all, so he can only retreat extremely quickly!

Yang Qing hugged the girl, and the white crane spread its wings, rising from the ground and leaping up and down on the lake. On one side is the white waves, on the other side is still water, the mountains are opposite the stars, and the Milky Way is facing the moonlight. The handsome and upright young man embraced the girl, and walked away against the wind, reflecting his snow-white flying white figure in the water.

The young man who was like an immortal, with a light body, walked with a person, and he was also fluttering, as if he was being blown to the sky by the breeze. In the vast white light, the breeze blows the willows, he walks with the wind, the blue water is below, one vertical and ten zhang, like a swimming dragon. When Mingyang removed his eyes from the water, in the vast night, there was no trace of Yang Qing and Mochizuki in front of him.

Yang Qing took a breath and used the light power to the extreme, flying all the way, almost becoming an afterimage in the dark night. Several ups and downs, the toes barely touched the ground. Cloud Gate's martial arts are already elegant, and such light skills really give Mochizuki the illusion that the two of them are being blown away by the wind. From time to time on the street, I met travelers in a hurry, only to feel the breeze blowing, and a figure floated from behind to the side, and then floated away from the side, how swift, people were stunned.

Such light work, superb, beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful Yang Qing is, he is poisoned and injured in the end, and he is not a god.

After walking for a few miles, he took Mochizuki up the city wall, flew down again, and fled out of the city. When he entered the woods outside the city, the trees were rich and green, and he could finally cover the figures of the two, Yang Qing stopped. He stopped, and as soon as Mochizuki landed, the young man couldn't hold his body, and after a few steps forward, he knelt down, opened his mouth and vomited blood.

"Yang Qing!" Mochizuki hurriedly supported him, worried, "You, are you okay?" ”

She was really complicated - facing Mingyang, in fact, as long as her identity was revealed, Mingyang would not be able to attack the two of them.

But how dare her identity be disclosed in front of Yang Qing?

Yang Qing was helped by Mochizuki to sit by the tree, under the cold moon, his face was snow-white, his lips were like Danzhu, black and white, Mochizuki grabbed his wrist to check the pulse, and was secretly shocked in his heart: "No fragrance" This kind of poison cannot be seen in the early days, and the pulse is not abnormal. But now, when she helped Yang Qing take the pulse, she clearly made it so unusual.

Sure enough, things took a turn for the worse.

The toxicity set on quickly. It is only when the attack is severe that the pulse will be revealed.

"It's out of the way," Yang Qing lowered his head and coughed, looked up, and saw that Mochizuki only smiled reluctantly, so he teased, "I'm dying?" ”

"Not really." Mochizuki glared at him. After her heart sank at first, she quickly calmed down again.

It's not so bad that it's just a toxic attack. Although she and Yang Qing couldn't find Lingyin, didn't Ming Yang, the master of the Fire Hall, appear? As long as he gains Mingyang's trust, as the hall master, there will always be some demon cult people under him, and if he finds Lingyin, he will get twice the result with half the effort.

My heart settled down, and Mochizuki was not in a hurry. She helped Yang Qing and looked around, "This is the outskirts of the city?" Fire...... That demon cultist, although he got rid of him temporarily, with his eyes, will definitely come to us again. You are seriously injured now, I will build yì we should not travel far, first find a house on the outskirts of the city to recuperate. He shouldn't be able to find us for a while. ”

In fact, if Mingyang can't find it, Mochizuki will find a way to find it.

Yang Qing said "um" and closed her eyes, as if she was careless, as if she didn't hear the strangeness in Mochizuki's words at all - after all, the meaning of Mochizuki's words was that she didn't plan to hide too diligently at all.

In fact, what Mochizuki thinks, Yang Qing can also guess seven, seven, eight, eight. He thinks more about Mochizuki's mind than Mochizuki's identity.

He thought she was the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult, although he didn't know what had gone wrong to let her appear like this. But she is the saint Mochizuki.

She always stayed with him, talking and laughing, gagging, and teasing him from time to time. She is lively and funny, brutal and delicate, sometimes pitiful, sometimes evil and domineering. She walked with him all the way, mostly thinking about him. Follow him all the time, it's like being just for him wholeheartedly.

But tonight, the Demon Sect Fire Hall Master appeared.

Yang Qingcai was stunned and thought: Yes, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect.

In the end, she is not the same as her own position.

She's going to re-choose. And it was almost impossible for her to choose the right path.

And sure enough...... Sure enough, shouldn't you be soft-hearted in the first place? Get to this point......

How embarrassing!

What a wolf!

"Miss Yang, I have something to tell you." The handsome young man opened his eyes, his voice was low, and his eyes were lowered, not to see the girl's intently gaze.

Yang Qing carefully used his words, "The Demon Sect is aimed at me, and it has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to accompany me on the adventure." Tonight's events are also caused by me. If you have an idea, you can sue me. ”

He was actually saying, "If you suddenly realize that you shouldn't stay here, you should go back to the Demon Sect, you can just speak, and I will nod my head."

Mochizuki's eyes lit up slightly, and he suddenly grabbed the slender jade hand he placed on his lap, "I have an idea, can I say?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then I, can I kiss you?" Mochizuki asked cautiously.

“……！” Yang Qing looked up at her suddenly, dumbfounded. After a while, he swallowed slowly, "You just want to tell me this?" ”

The girl knelt beside him, holding his hand, and the shadow of the youth was reflected in her clear eyes. She was embarrassed and aggrieved, and whispered, "Yang Qing, I don't think your view of love is right. ”

“……”

"Two men and women who love each other like to touch each other all the time. If you want to say it, you have to agree to it, and that's a lot less fun. The matter between men and women is the most illogical. You have to use reason to divide it, you have to figure out why it is this way and why it is this way. It should be like this, it shouldn't be like that. You can't explain it at all. Kiss and hug. Accept, enjoy, and respond. This is my view of love. I think you'll love it. ”

“…… You, you," Yang Qing coughed, as if he wanted to laugh, but it was really not the time to laugh, his eyes were complicated, "Do you remember that we were being chased and killed, on the run?" Do you have to discuss this with me at this time? And, when did I become a 'man and a woman in love' with you? ”

Mochizuki tilted his head and thought about it, and was looked at innocently by him. She looked at each other one after another, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, "You can't blame me." Blame you for being too beautiful and delicious, you sit in front of me, your hands on your knees, your head bowed, your face cold white, and your eyelashes long. Plausible, leisurely and leisurely. I don't have anything else to do, but to see if you need my care. Looking at it, I was moved. ”

“……”

"Can I kiss you now?" She asked.

"Can't...... Not! ”

Before the young man could finish his words, his lips were blocked by the girl who came over. He leaned against the tree, his face was held by her, and he kissed it affectionately. The four lips are next to each other, the lips and teeth collide, the tip of the tongue is lightly picked, and the wanton sweet and greasy taste blends with him in the mouth. Yang Qing wanted to turn his head sideways to dodge, but he had just been injured, and his whole body was weak. He glared at her, but she lowered her eyes and only licked his lips intently.

Gently and slowly, in the kiss again and again, more and more skillful.

Yang Qing's chest was dull, his breathing was held in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down.

You can't push it away, and you can't hide it.

The breeze blew the hair to the lips of the two, hooked it, and pulled it over, and the wheezing sound became heavier between the tongues and tongues. It seems to be floating in the clouds, unable to land.

The young man's shoulders fell and he fell down. Mochizuki's eyes widened, and he hurriedly supported him, supporting the young man who was dying in his arms. His eyes were closed, his face pale, his lips red like blood, cold and beautiful, motionless in her arms.

Yang Qing fainted, weak and pitiful.

Really delicate and weak and easy to push down.

The girl took the pulse and found that there was no obstacle, so her eyes widened incredulously, looking at the beautiful young man in her arms.

Mochizuki made a face: Wouldn't it? Did I really kiss him this time?

Yang Qing, why can't you be strong!