Chapter 2 Walk or Die
Immediately afterwards, the slightly dry lip flap went up vigorously, but before this action could be maintained for a second, Ye Qingge, whose brain was corroded by medicine, was suddenly hit by a powerful external force, which seemed to be a kind of qi, and suddenly hit her body, and bounced herself out.
There was a "plop" sound, accompanied by Ye Qingge's scream, and she was bounced out before she even understood what was going on.
This is, the legendary internal force?
Ye Qingge lay on the ground in embarrassment, the heat of her body made her body constantly overflow with fine sweat, she inhaled the cool air, and pinched the tender flesh in her palm with her fingertips.
Is she crazy? What was she just doing? Actually put his hands on a dead man who looks like he is speechless?
The pain in her palm made her more or less sober.
"White stop. A stick of incense, is it enough? The lazy magnetic male voice broke Ye Qingge's thinking.
She couldn't help but twitch her temples twice, this is to clean herself up casually?
"One cup of tea is enough." The man replied respectfully to the carriage, and then his gaze instantly fell on Ye Qingge's body with contempt.
Ye Qingge's palm tightened, she didn't have the right to speak at all, and this group of people had already sent her mortal book?
The sharp nails pierced the soft palm hard, and the sharp pain made her more awake, and the heat that kept churning in her lower abdomen finally sank a little.
Her lips were pale, and the thin sweat on her face stained her hair with a slight embarrassment, but the contemptuous smile on her lips did not decrease but increased.
"Just you?" Ye Qingge's voice was already sweet, but it was obviously a little lacking.
The sound of a roar in the air suddenly sounded, and I saw that the man who had just spoken suddenly rose from the horse and landed steadily in front of Ye Qingge, this man named Bai Zhi was wearing a simple black robe at this time, although it was a simple style, but it could be seen that the material was luxurious. looks like a person who can speak next to this so-called national teacher.
And at this moment, Ye Qingge couldn't even grasp the silver bell in his hand.
This man...... The Bai Zhi in front of her was eight or nine points similar to her brother, and the remaining two points were just because she knew that her brother had died on a mission two years ago.
"You ......" Ye Qingge couldn't even speak, just stared straight at him.
At that time, Bai Zhi's whole body stiffened slightly, he had never been in contact with women when he was so old, let alone a woman staring at him like this.
"What? Not even a woman? A languid, deep male voice came out of the carriage.
"The subordinates know their mistakes, and the national teacher is giving his subordinates half a cup of tea time!" As soon as Bai Zhi finished speaking, he stabbed with a sword.
The moment Ye Qingge's eyes flashed by the silver light of the sword, he was instantly awake, he was not an elder brother.
The white arm swung up like lightning, and the wind blocked the tip of the sword.
The crisp sound of the ding, in an instant, resounded in Bai Zhi's mind like a dementor, and every nerve of his was instantly shocked by the silver bell.
"You're tired." The crunch of the silver bell ended with a sweet and seductive voice.
The moment Bai Zhi in front of him fell to the ground, Ye Qingge was also overwhelmed and half knelt on the ground.
"Girl, give you two ways, either follow me, or, die!" The man's cold and lazy voice came again, still unhurried, even though he had seen hypnotism that their group of ancients had never seen, he was no longer half surprised.
And at this moment, Ye Qingge is also exhausted, and he is already grinding a light crossbow.
The heat in her body kept rising, as if it was about to swallow her whole body.
"Come with you." She knew that the man in the carriage had let her die, it was simple.
And she wants to live, wants to live well.
When her words landed, she saw something thrown out of the carriage that seemed to be a needle or a bead, so fast, she couldn't see clearly, she only saw Bai Zhi and Wushuang on the ground being smashed and then opened her eyes.
Ye Qingge looked at it in confusion, if she hadn't woken up with this hypnotism, shouldn't she have slept for seven hundred and forty-nine days?
"Girl, you ride a horse, and Bai Zhiwushuang follows." Leng Ran's voice was a little more cold, as if to blame, but it didn't seem to be happy or angry.
But Ye Qingge saw the two shivering.
This time, Ye Qingge frowned.
"I'm cold, I don't ride a horse." She was so weak at this time that she didn't have the strength to stand up, let alone ride a horse.
I'm afraid that if I get on the horse, I will have to fall off and take the lead.
There was still no movement in the carriage, and the people inside were still too lazy to come out. Only a low, lazy laugh was faintly heard.
"Or, you're going to squeeze in the car?" Although it was a lazy sentence, the magnetic male voice heard the meaning of danger vividly.
Ye Qingge frowned lightly, the smile of the chicken thief at the corner of his lips flashed, and then he responded with a hello, and rushed into the car with all his strength in the incredible eyes of everyone.
For a second or two, everyone saw that they were not beaten out, and although they were shocked, no one dared to speak out.
Ye Qingge sat weakly on the carriage, but the people in the carriage seemed to be asleep.
The silver-white robe is spotless, although the style is simple, but the faintly embroidered silver embroidery thread knows how much work there is.
She sat in the car with some cringe at first, and saw that the national teacher didn't even care about herself at all, and she was much bolder.
She moved her ass in the direction of the national teacher almost instinctively, and found that it seemed to be much cooler.
moved a few more points, and sure enough, the temperature emitted by this person was cold.
Under the constant movement, before she knew it, she was already next to the man who seemed to be sleeping, and at this time, she looked at this person closely.
Although the silver-white mask blocked half of his face, the thin lips that had leaked out of the high bridge of his nose made Ye Qingge's body even hotter.