"Bang~", she fell into the house through the window, and her jaw hurt. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiankun Bag approached her face and licked it again and again, very enthusiastic, the room was very warm, she moved her hand and pushed its head away, which was a little relieved.

There is not much furniture in the room, but a couch and an antique bed in the center of the room, the bed is covered with a pure black brocade quilt, a girl's hands are buckled by thorns at the head of the bed, one of the hands is missing a finger, bright red blood flows down her wrist into the quilt, life and death do not know.

Cheng Qinghe also lay down, waiting for his body to come alive on the ground, and the scene was silent for a while.

The smell of blood was in the air.

"Squeak~" There was a clear sound in the outhouse, and someone came. She hurriedly got up and tucked the Qiankun bag in the crook of her arm.

At this look, she was taken aback, "What Huohuo?" "Walk to the bed, put your hands under your nose, and breathe.

Footsteps outside were heard from far and near.

"Hasn't the big boss returned?"

"Nope."

Cheng Qinghe's eyes sank, he clasped his hand around the neck of the person on the bed, and with a little force on his fingers, the feeling of suffocation gradually hit He Huohuo's cranial nerves.

The latter's body shook, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to inhale, and the red gradually stained his cheeks.

She was hesitating, Zhong Emei was right, Cheng Qinghe grew up in Yu Village, and he was pure and kind by nature, which was the biggest obstacle on her cultivation path.

In the face of the former owner He Huohuo, Qiankun Bag was not unresponsive, it whimpered like a kitten, leaning over her arm holding her.

"Squeak~" Now the door of the inner room was pushed open, and Cheng Qinghe hurriedly let go of his hand and hid under the bed.

"Go down!"

Outside, a pair of delicate fleshy feet stepped in, and then squeaked shut.

With her bare little feet and the bell on her neck jingled, she walked around the big bed and stopped.

After the muscles in her body were stiff, there was a feeling of soreness and weakness, Cheng Qinghe stared at her feet, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

It's the second leader of the Freemasons, that woman.

"Huh?" I heard her mutter, and walked towards the couch.

Cheng Qinghe slightly lifted the corner of the brocade quilt that hung down, and saw a bloody finger pierced with a dagger on the couch against the wall opposite.

In an instant, she knew that it was He Huohuo, and the ring on the root of her finger was not the target she was looking for!

Coincidentally, the second master was also curious about this, and she stretched out her hand and pulled out the dagger.

Cheng Qinghe gritted his teeth and was about to rush out, but when he saw that the scene had taken a sharp turn, a sharp sword appeared in the air, cutting off the arm of the second master with one slash, and suddenly blood gushed out, and he scattered a couch.

The white and green cheongsam of the second master was stained with half of the blood, the red Yingluo brushed her cheeks, and the white and tender childish face was also splashed with a little blood, she looked back and was stunned for a moment.

He Huohuo didn't know when he had broken free from the thorns, standing on the big bed, the flesh and blood on his wrists flying, it seemed to be torn off by force, and the blood was dripping down his fingers.

There was a fierce murderous aura in her eyes, and as soon as she raised her hand, the sword fell into her palm.

Cheng Qinghe waited quietly under the bed for a while, and knew that He Huohuo had woken up, and it was her sword.

But seeing that the second master was looking at He Huohuo's direction, he picked up the broken arm vigilantly without saying a word, until he staggered out the door, and He Huohuo above her head did not move at all.

Not good! She rolled to the foot of the bed, just enough to dodge the blade that had fallen from above.

"Do you want me to kill you, or do it myself?" He Huohuo's tone was calm.

Cheng Qinghe under the bed was stunned for a moment, she had been avoiding a head-to-head confrontation with He Huohuo, because she knew that in the face of her sword, she had no power to fight back at all!

The pain of kissing the neck that day is still vivid.

But now that he has torn his face, he can only bite the bullet!

But at that moment, the sound of glass shattering exploded in my ears, and the whole room leaned back with a mournful sound, and the couch and bed creaked and slid backwards.

The sound of falling snow outside the house was puffing, and when the silence fell, He Huohuo picked up his finger and ring, stood outside the window and looked at it, and suddenly gave her up and jumped down.

However, the strange thing is that everything is normal from the room, and there is no ice and snow, and there is no infinite abyss.

…… Cheng Qinghe also leaned out of the window, and just happened to see the scene where Bai Shi received the sword handed to him by He Huohuo.

A man in a big smock was lying on his back, she couldn't see his expression clearly, only to see Shiraishi swing his sword and slash neatly across his neck, and bright red blood flowed out like an hourglass.

Cheng Qinghe took a step back.

Look, no matter how deeply they hide, there will always be a day when their insensitive nature will be exposed, and these are the two apprentices of Kong Laodao.

seemed to notice Cheng Qinghe's gaze, He Huohuo was dressed in a red dress, the sun was like fire, she raised a meaningful smile, looked at her, and Bai Shi, who was dressed in white beside her, was like a pair of golden boys and girls.

It was as if the two of them were really on the same side at this moment.

You see, you will always be just a person under the mud, and you should always be trampled under her feet, her eyes tell her that Baishi's value is just her Nanke dream, and they are the same kind of people.

The big boss was killed?! In their eyes, he is like a god! Only then did the people in the attic react, and suddenly the sound of harmony boiled, and a large number of cloth thugs poured out to surround the two people.

Cheng Qinghe frowned, turned around and left, and finally found Li Zhongji on the third floor, there was no one in the building, and it was extremely easy to sneak out.

"What's going on?" Li Zhongchen asked as he walked, and he was taken to the third floor to be strictly guarded after watching it for a while.

Cheng Qinghe looked at the attic behind that was covered by layers of needles, and the towering trees blocked the view in front of her, she sighed and turned around: "It's okay, let's go to Longhu Mountain~" There was a feeling of loss in her heart.

It's as if what she once had, now she has nothing in her arms.

Those people can't help those two, they will definitely go to Longhu Mountain.

Li Zhongchen didn't force it when he saw that she didn't want to mention it, and forced himself to press the anxiety in his heart, when would he see her aunt like this?

A group of five people went up the mountain, but now there are only two people left who go down the mountain, I thought that this time I would be looking for a good way to find the way for a while, but I was intercepted by Li Maoxiu, the god of wealth, halfway.

Li Maoxiu is a person from Huainan, no one has seen him on the road in previous years, only in recent years he has become famous, he often carries a heavy treasure, and the people on the road are called Li Caishen, but some people accuse him of stealing and abducting and misconduct.

"Little brother, meet again." He smiled.

"Yes." Cheng Qinghe blinked, and saw Li Maoxiu stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "It turned out to be my sister, it was Li who was rude!" ”

Li Zhongchen didn't like it when he saw his hippie smiling face, and he was not serious at first glance, he was afraid that he would take Qinghe badly, so he grabbed her arm with one hand and said: "Let's go down the mountain first to find the way, don't be deceived by some bad people." ”