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The corners of his mouth were full of blood.

Wang Fuxing, who had not yet come out of the sword, was paralyzed in the arms of the Huangfu Lingxi, and in a very short period of time, his face turned from pale to gray, and then turned into an almost dead gray color, and the sticky blood at the corners of his mouth kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, dripping on his clothes, and in the slightly blurred vision in front of him, it seemed that in any environment, the little face of the Huangfu Lingxi with a light posture was frightened, and the eyes were blank and pitying.

Wang Fuxing tried to blink, looking at Huangfu Lingxi, as if he wanted to laugh, but as soon as he opened the corner of his mouth, the blood stains became more and more turbulent, coughing violently, and the blood beads sprayed on Huangfu Lingxi's face from Wang Fuxing's mouth without paying attention, a little red was shocking, but it did not destroy the beauty of the fairy sister, but set off her face more and more poignant.

Xia Qinwei and the shooter also looked sluggish.

Qin Jia Tianjiao no matter anything else, he only talks about his skills and stands proudly at the top, which is a secret that is not open in the capital.

Several women present knew that on the eve of the wind and rain in Huating, Wang Fuxing had a battle with Qin Tianjiao, the time was extremely short, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from defeat.

Xia Qinwei is not a so-called martial arts master who has been guided by masters since she was a child, but no matter how stupid she is, she can understand that if it wasn't for Huangfu Lingxi to stop it just now, if Wang Fuxing, who is really at the peak, draws his sword out of the sheath, how dazzling and unstoppable that sword is.

But that sword did not come out after all, and he did not kill the enemy but hurt himself.

It was hard for Xia Qinwei to imagine how extreme that piece would be if it was unsheathed.

But that brilliant sword was completely destroyed by the scream of the emperor Lingxi after all.

Huangfu Lingxi was worried in his heart, but after a short period of sluggishness, his heart was more of an irrepressible sadness and anger.

This soulless, this fool, is he willing to give up just because of a scream from the emperor's spirit?

If the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi just now hadn't put away his sword, would he have been willing to stand still and be killed by a sword?!

The anger and sadness in Xia Qinwei's heart suddenly rushed up, rushed over directly, pushed Huangfu Lingxi aside, hugged Wang Fuxing tightly, her tone trembled, and she said softly: "I'll help you go up and rest first." ”

Wang Fuxing, who was now extremely difficult to speak, nodded with difficulty, closed his eyes, and tried to adjust his disordered breathing, forcing himself to calm down.

After practicing swords for 20 years, Wang Fuxing's pursuit is that his heart is like stopping water after a sword explodes thunder, originally he thought that he had done it, but today he doesn't know why, after a sword is not released, he can't calm down.

Xia Qinwei's face was resolute, half holding Wang Fuxing, and went upstairs with difficulty, and the backs of the two gradually disappeared.

The elegantly shaped autumn water fell to the ground, lying quietly at the feet of the Huangfu Lingxi, who looked dazed and had a bloody face, just a dead thing.

One man and one sword, as if staring at each other, froze all the emotions and the short time.

The archer stood aside, hesitated and hesitated, and finally walked up to Huangfu Lingxi, and said softly: "Sister Lingxi, the young master won't blame you." ”

Huangfu Lingxi raised his head, glanced at the shooter blankly, as if he had lost his soul, and said softly: "He shouldn't be an enemy." ”

The shooter did not speak.

In this world, there is only one thing that is the most determined but also the least determined, that change is everyone's own position, some people will stick to it for a lifetime, but some people can change between thoughts, what is the enemy? The concept is too vague.

The dazed Huangfu Lingxi didn't understand this truth, she squatted down gently, stretched out her little hand full of blood, picked up the Qiushui Sword, and hugged it tightly in her arms, like a homeless cat abandoned by her owner, curled up her body together helplessly, and muttered: "I'm so hungry." ”

"I'm going to cook."

The shooter said subconsciously.

"But I can't eat it."

Huangfu Lingxi shook his head, sat on the carpet, held his sword, looked up at the direction of Wang Fuxing's room on the second floor, bit his lip, his eyes were in a trance, almost obsessed-

In the afternoon.

Jinling Obligation Town.

An ordinary taxi carrying passengers ended up on the side of an intersection.

The back door of the taxi opened, and a woman with an old-fashioned but unusually beautiful young woman in her thirties stepped out quietly, as if she had not been rested recently, her face was pale and haggard, and although her clothes were luxurious, they seemed to be somewhat ill-fitting, giving people a very strange feeling.

The woman suddenly felt her senses, and walked along a road for about a kilometer with a blank face, and after confirming that she was not being followed, her tense face finally relaxed a little, and she turned around abruptly, walked back in the direction she came, and finally entered a community that had been around for some years.

The internal environment of the community is average,' Six plus one's ancient house type, no elevator, more than 20 buildings, the voice-activated lights in the corridor to at least half of the night have no effect, the property loves to ignore this, although the interior of the community can not be regarded as dirty and messy, but with clean and tidy can not be matched, do not draw parking spaces, park at will, everything, all of them, all make the woman who came here for the first time frowned, she took a deep breath, turned around in the community for a long time, and finally found the location of the twelfth building, came to the door of the second unit corridor, raised and looked, after making sure that no one was following again, finally walked in, went straight to the sixth floor, and took out a string of style called the ancient anti-theft door key to open the door。

The area of the house is about 80 square meters, and the decoration is very simple, the sofa, coffee table, TV, white wall, fan, wall clock, and there are no other superfluous objects, but the beautiful young woman's expression has gradually warmed up from the impatience before going upstairs, and finally came to the sofa and sat down gently.

This house has obviously not been inhabited for a long time, with a thick layer of dust on the floor, and even a series of clear footprints have been left where the woman has walked, but the party who has a habit of cleanliness does not care at all, about thirty years old, full of maturity, collapsed on the sofa, but smiled like a child.

She lay quietly on the sofa for a while, hesitated, and tentatively dialed a phone number that was most familiar in her mind with the landline on the sofa, there was no hope, but she was surprised to find that she could still talk normally, the woman's face changed, and at the moment when the phone rang on the other side, she seemed to be going to put down the phone, but at the moment when she was about to put it into action, the other party's phone had been connected, no sound, no greeting, quiet and proud.

Song Qingyu hesitated slightly, and finally, he shouted softly: "Miss." ”

On the other end of the phone, a voice that seemed to be mixed with excitement in the coldness immediately sounded, and it seemed to say with a hint of disbelief: "Sister Song?!" ”

Song Qingyu looked calm, nodded, and hummed softly.

There is only one person in this world who can be called Miss by her, and that is Tang Ning, the eldest lady of the Tang family.

Tang Ning held the mobile phone, his breathing was suddenly a little short, a little surprised and a little surprised, and he wanted to say something, but just when he opened his mouth, his face changed, he calmed down instantly, and said softly: "Sister Song, how did you escape from Wang Fuxing, where are you now, is it safe?" ”

"Miss, don't worry."

Song Qingyu's face remained unchanged, and his tone was as mechanical as ever: "Wang Fuxing's two women left Jinling today, he has been imprisoning me in the basement of the villa, and today the basement defense is lax, I stunned the elite of the Xia family who guarded me, and escaped by myself." ”

When it came to Wang Fuxing, Song Qingyu's tone didn't know whether it was deliberate or unintentional, revealing a trace of hatred and anger, but his eyes were complicated.

The eldest lady of the Tang family, who had left Jinling gloomily, was silent for a while, and finally said softly: "You go back to the capital first, and we will talk slowly." ”

Song Qingyu said hello calmly and hung up the phone.

She knew that if she wanted to make the eldest lady of the Tang family trust her again when she returned to the capital this time, she would probably have to go through a long time.

After all, she was captured.

The degree of loyalty to the Tang family has to go through a series of tests again.

Song Qingyu sighed softly, took off his coat, leaned on the sofa, and just wanted to lie down, when the door, the turning sound of the key after inserting the door lock suddenly sounded.

Song Qingyu reflexively sat up straight, staring at the door with a sharp look.

The security door opened, and a green coat appeared at the door, carrying a long sword on his back and blood stained on his chest.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi staggered into the room, his face was as white as snow, and finally he couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth frantically.

If you don't kill the enemy, you will hurt yourself.

His sword seems to be the same path as Wang Fuxing, but it is only slightly different in subtleties.

Song Qingyu was stunned for about three or four seconds, and finally reacted, and suddenly pounced on the man in Tsing Yi to float up, with red eyes, and shouted: "Brother." ”