Qingkezhai, in Kong Yu's room, her eyelashes trembled again, trembling several times in a row, and finally when a shout came downstairs, the woman also opened her eyes.

Her head was dizzy, and she turned her eyes to look at the scene around her, and found that she was still in bed, and there were still wisps of smoke in the room, and there was an inexplicable dark fragrance in the smoke.

Stretched out his hand and pressed his temples, trying to sober himself up, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the sun shining outside the window, and he was not startled, as if he thought of something, and hurriedly lifted the futon on his body, and his feet just stretched out of the bed, but it was empty and nothing.

Looking down, I found that the shoes were well worn on my feet, and I recalled the memories before the coma in my mind, thinking of Yang Peng's anxiety, but I forcibly suppressed the anxiety in my heart, and connected with the current situation, plus the memories before the coma, I also found something.

"Who did it, if it was the enemy、、、 the "Jiang family"! No way, if it was, I couldn't lie here properly、、、

There is no suspicion, "Since someone wants to keep me here, then you might as well make an illusion." ”

Get up, take out a quilt from the room, fold it into a long strip, stuff it into the bedding on the bed, adjust it slightly, look outside the bed, it is difficult to find, and nod.

Then, frowning, concentrating and feeling the next room carefully, he found that Yang Peng's breath had disappeared, and when he thought of the Jiang family, he was also worried that although he went to the Jiang family, he couldn't help him anything, but as long as he could look at him, not hurt and be well, it was his purpose.

Thinking of his mother, he shook his fist.

"Mother!"

Gently open the window, while the pedestrians are not paying attention, stand on the window frame, close the window, get up and jump to the opposite roof, look into the distance, and whisper: "Wait for me!"

A few quick jumps, like dragonflies dotting water, disappear from view.

The hall on the first floor of Qingkezhai is still lively, it is like a transit station, and all kinds of pedestrians will rest here for a while or stay overnight.

At this moment, on a bench, the enchanting figure of the young lady disappeared, and many men also glanced here from time to time, and immediately shifted their gaze, constantly looking at various places in Qingkezhai.

On the second floor, Kong Yu's door was suddenly opened, and he saw a bewitching figure walking inward, through a layer of tulle at the head of the bed, he found that there was nothing unusual, and then looked at the incense burner on the coffee table, and the smoke drifted away.

Shaking her head and walking out of the door, the young lady looked at the people coming and going downstairs, and secretly said in her heart: "North away from the city, there are very few monks, which "big man" should be here!"

Immediately, adjusting the expression on his face, when he walked down the stairs, several big men were stunned, smiling, and enchanting.

Jiang family, inner courtyard, Yang Peng came to the stone steps of a palace, but was not stepped forward, at this moment the blood-colored light in his eyes disappeared a lot, but his pupils still exuded a faint blood-colored halo.

And he has almost no memory of the previous killings, and he is here now, guided by the bloody sword, just when he is thinking about whether to go in or not.

Suddenly, the door of the hall was opened with a "boom", and a figure jumped out of it, old man Jiang, only to see that in his hand, an inky black long sword, the sword body was still surrounded by a circle of black mist and constantly rotating this, he looked at Yang Peng with a cruel smile on his face, and said: "Boy, even if you beg for mercy now, it is your honor to die under my sword!"

Looking at the inky black long sword carefully, Yang Peng felt danger in it, and the murderous aura was unusually strong, and he glanced at Old Man Jiang solemnly.

Old man Jiang also realized the changes in Yang Peng, and he was puzzled in his heart, because the dangerous murderous aura on his body before was almost gone, and the eyes also had sanity, and his eyes were no longer as blood-red and murderous as before.

Unconsciously, his heart was much more relaxed, and he looked at Yang Peng with pity, a jump, carrying a yin wind, flew towards Yang Peng, and the black long sword in his hand burst out with a strong black light.

Yang Peng, his brows furrowed, his body felt extremely oppressive, and the blood-colored sword flashed, facing Old Man Jiang's ink-black long sword.