Qingge left the Sky Eagle Pavilion and did not rush back to the old mansion of the Liu Mansion, but walked on the streets of Xuanyue Pass. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Perhaps because of the cruelty of the war, at night, the streets that should be lit up are very quiet.

From a distance, there was not a single figure on the street.

The evening breeze is cool, blowing in the face, Qingge's clothes are thin, and his figure is thin, like a fine willow in the wind, which will fall down at any time.

Spirit milk, silver frost water, holy dragon plate, falling flower poison, ink evil-

One by one, one by one, pestering her, endlessly.

The more I thought about it, the more numb my thoughts became, and I even had a dull pain in my head.

Qingge raised his hand and subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows, but the voice of the little milk baby sounded in his ears, as well as the domineering order, Qingge laughed, and then raised his hand, and then lowered it again.

She didn't know where she went, and sat down on the mossy stairs in front of a courtyard.

She held her face in her hands and looked around blankly.

The world says that she is a female middle school Yao Shun, a heroine, but in fact, she would rather be a villain than be a tired hero.

Thousands of times, as Wei said, this road is too difficult to walk, she wants to give up, but when she thinks of the river of bones piled up with corpses in Penglai Wonderland, she can't do it.

Today, she witnessed more than 20 high-level demonic beasts dying beside her, looking miserable, but peaceful, that serenity, as if it existed because of her.

Her heart is full of monstrous anger, which can erupt at any time.

"Little girl, why don't you go home?"

A warm, magnetic voice sounded.

Qingge lowered her eyes, and her vision saw a pair of gold-silk soft boots and the hem of the robe embroidered with clouds in the sky.

In the middle of the night, Qingge raised her face and looked at the man.

The evening breeze blew through her, and the three thousand gray hairs were all pulled back.

What caught the eye was a golden mask, shining, a pair of eyes behind the mask, narrow, warm, but a little bloody, amber-like eyes, crystal clear, as clean as the water in the mountains in the early morning, partial, and a layer of blood mist.

He stretched out his hand, pinched Qingge's face, and said, "Don't you know the way home?" Tell me where your home is, and I'll send you back. ”

A little golden light reflected in Qingge's eyes, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, "Tell me, who are you?" ”

This person is the man who passed her by in the afternoon.

"Marry me, and I'll tell you, how?" Beneath the mask, the man curled his red lips and smiled playfully.

"The one who is poisoned by the silver frost water and spiritual milk under the grass roots of the cliffs, isn't it you?"

Qingge narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold and thin, dyed with sharpness, like a blood-stained machete about to be unsheathed in the ancient abyss.

When Mo Qiong first came to Xuanyue Pass, Qin Kui was busy dealing with other things, Chen Lin didn't have this ability, and Liu Chuan lacked assertiveness, she always thought that the person who poisoned her would be Lan Wuxin, but it was not like Lan Wuxin's style of acting, of course, it was not ruled out that someone was planning behind Lan Wuxin's back.

However, let's suppose, if it wasn't Lan Wuxin, who would it be?

That person wanted to poison the silver frost water and spiritual milk under the grass roots of the cliff, not only did he know her and the people around her very well, but he also knew the roots of Yanagawa.

And she could only find Liu Chuan after she went to visit Qin Kui in the Qin family compound, at least, that time, Liu Chuan only had fear and awe for her.

As for the time of poisoning, it's hard to say, she doesn't know how long this person has been staring at her, and she doesn't know where it started or why.

She had also suspected the Glory Lord, who happened to attack the city on the night of her headache, but when the Glory Lord found her that night, he was shocked to see her with a splitting headache, and even took her to the Netherworld for treatment.

The man's face was covered with a cold mask, and the light was golden.

Qingge couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see his eyes, those clear eyes, the brilliance flowed, reflecting two small night light songs.

The man looked at her, was silent for a long time, laughed, and then sat on the moss steps next to Qingge, he stretched out his white and slender hands, put them on the temples on both sides of Qingge, pushed his fingertips, and gently rubbed them.

Qingge frowned, and wanted to draw the knife, but saw the man say, "Don't move." ”

Qingge sank down, restrained his expression, and said indifferently: "What do you want to do?" ”

"I hope you will retreat in the face of difficulties."

The man rubbed his temples for the light song, and said: "People, you can't be too strong, otherwise, the enemy you face will only be stronger, you were born in the territory of the empire, you don't know the danger outside, you have reached the border, and the love is deep-rooted, it is better to put down the butcher's knife, husband and children, ordinary life, why not?" As long as you want, Lord of Glory, I will solve it for you, and I can keep the peace of the four empires. ”

Sure enough, it was him!

A cold light flashed in Qingge's eyes.

However, between the man's words, he revealed deep helplessness and pity, as if he was really good for her.

Why?

Why would someone you have never met do this?

Qingge turned her head to look at the man, she reached out and lifted the mask from the man's face, and then, Qingge was stunned.

After taking off a mask, there was still a golden mask on the man's face.

The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched twice, just ask, who will wear two masks to go out?

Qingge remembered a modern phrase, what is it called, invisible pretending, the most deadly?

"Do you hear me?" The man asked.

Qingge looked at the golden mask in his hand, then looked at the man, and when he swept over, he found that there were three negligible moles on the man's neck.

"Why should I do what you say?" Qingge looked indifferent and asked.

"Because, with me, no one dares to bully you." The man said firmly.

Qingge felt ridiculous, "You are cautious, cautious, do not show your true face, and refuse to tell your background, and don't even give me a name, just one side, you want me to give up my country, all the people, how easy is it?" Or do you think you treat me like a three-year-old child, and you can fool me around? ”

The man didn't speak, but raised his hand, wanting to rub his temples again for Qingge.

Qingge slapped his hand away, stood up suddenly, and said: "The silver frost water and spiritual milk are poisoned by you, you did everything possible to set a trap to harm me, but you said it was for my good, and you want me to retreat, sorry, I don't know you, and I can't afford such a good." ”

The man sat on the steps, his head bowed, his eyes down, and even with a mask, he could see the thick black eyelashes.

After a long time, the man stretched out his hand to her and said, "Pull me up." ”

Light Song: "......"

The man directly ignored her words.

Qingge looked at the man's eyes, frowned, ignored it, walked forward, took a few steps, and fell back again, grabbed the man's hand, and pulled him up. ，

The man stood up, let go of his hand softly, and walked down the street in a muffled voice.

The man followed her.

Qingge stopped and looked back at him.

The man said: "The night is heavy and there are many people, I am afraid that you are in danger, so I will escort you back." ”

Light Song: "......"

Lots of people?

Big brother, the whole street, you look suspicious alone.