Qingmeng chuckled softly, rubbed her little head and praised; "My clothes are so good".

Xinghe sat down at this time, but her eyebrows and eyes were crooked and cute, if she had a tail, she would definitely shake and shake proudly~

When he threw the stick on the ground into the fire, he accidentally saw a few drops of red on his clothes, and today he was wearing a light-colored robe, looking a lot younger and warmer, but it was also extraordinarily obvious.

Xinghe didn't see it, and continued to hum a song and throw firewood into the fire.

Qingmeng didn't explain what he was doing when he went out just now, and the two still had this tacit understanding with each other.

In the middle of the night, Xinghe couldn't hold it anymore and yawned several times in a row.

Qingmeng put her head on her knees, covered her eyes with her big hands and said; "You sleep, I'll take you home when the rain stops".

Hearing this, the corners of Xinghe's mouth curled, there are no words more heartwarming than this sentence, and nothing is more reassuring than sleeping on his lap.

I don't know how long it took, but there was another gust of wind blowing in the broken temple, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood.

Qingmeng frowned, held her breath, and pretended to be unconscious, her chin gently rested on her little head, Zhu Hai was a little too much, a little diaphragmatic.

After another stick of incense, seven or eight men and women walked into the gate of the broken temple, dressed a little weird, not like people from the Central Plains.

A child who was only seven or eight years old made an old voice in his mouth, and slammed his mouth; "Today I encountered a hard stubble, and the old eight are broken."

Another shrill voice said; "The corpses outside are all killed, but the eighth has three cuts on his body, and the eighth can't pass three moves in his hands."

Finally, a normal male voice said impatiently; "Your Excellency, my group of subordinates have not combined for more than thirty moves from you, how can they be confused by mere smoke?"

Qingmeng didn't move anymore, not because he didn't dare to admit it, but because he was afraid that he would wake her up if he moved.

A hoarse female voice said disdainfully; "Why bother talking, there must be murderers who killed the eighth brother here, just kill them all."

And there was a gossip of voices; "There are two more children, so forget it."

"Oh, woman's kindness, the wildfire can't burn and the spring breeze blows and grows."

Qingmeng suddenly felt a chill behind him, raised his hand, and directly caught a flying knife, and the blade also glowed with green light, which was obviously highly poisonous.

The sharp female voice snorted coldly; "I thought Your Excellency would ......", before she finished speaking, the flying knife had already plunged into her throat, and her frightened face seemed to see something, and then fell straight to the ground.

It was so fast that all of them couldn't help but be taken aback.

The movement just now was too fast, but the man standing in the middle frowned slightly, here he was the highest, and he could see his action just now.

If it were me, I would definitely be able to dodge.

But his strength is far above his own, and seven or eight names instantly floated in his mind, and then erased them one by one, and finally there was one name, the number one master in the rivers and lakes, Xiaoyao Wang.

However, it is rumored that the King of Freedom likes to wear purple clothes the most, but he wears light-colored robes.

It is rumored that the King of Joy is not close to women, but he takes care of the girl in his arms.

So he frowned and asked; "Your Excellency is the rumored King of Ease?"

Qinghe carefully hugged Xinghe, covered her ears, and said softly; "Well, what are you looking for me?".

Seven or eight teenagers, except for the one in the middle, who stood steadily, the others all took two steps back, not because of their cowardice, but because of their respect for the strong.

The young man in the middle laughed, untied the robe draped around his waist, drew the long sword at his waist, and pointed directly at him; "I've always wanted to learn a thing or two from the No. 1 King of the Rankings, and I'm going to trouble the King of Freedom for advice today."

The corners of Qingmeng's mouth are slightly, and he seems to be smiling; "Today's beauty is in her arms, she is very busy, and she will make an appointment another day."

The young man didn't pay attention to his words, the sword came straight at him, and the blade of the sword contained killing intent, it seemed that he didn't want to fight a thing or two, but really wanted his life.

Qingmeng stood in place, his sword was as fast as the wind in other people's eyes, but it slowed down dozens of times in his eyes.

When the tip of the sword pointed directly at the tip of his nose, he stretched out his right hand, and between his index finger and ring finger, he held the blade of his sword, and then bent it slightly, only to hear a "click", and the blade broke and shattered in two.

At this time, a look of shock finally appeared on the young man's face, and he took a few steps back, and the sword was blocked in front of his chest; "What did you do to it?".

Qingmeng smiled absently; "You didn't inherit half of your father's swordsmanship talent, when your father chased me for half a year in order to compete with me, and then I defeated him in one move when I was only twelve years old, and when he came to me again after two years, I refused, he killed the king's fiancée at the time in a rage, for which I destroyed his Turkic country, I originally thought that the relationship with him was over, but I didn't expect you to dare to appear in front of me."

They didn't seem to expect that he had already known their identities, so the five or six people who retreated also gathered around him, knowing that they couldn't win him alone, so they wanted to fight in a team.

They looked for him for ten years, but his whereabouts have been ethereal, until he suddenly appeared in the capital last year, they have been lurking in the capital, but they can't meet him at all, and they have to rush back when something happens to the gang.

If it weren't for the fact that the eighth brother said today that he met a rich official family in the broken temple, he could at least tie up tens of thousands of taels of silver, and then he happened to meet it.

Looking at the girl who was carefully hugged in his arms, it was really the right time and place.

If they couldn't kill him today to avenge the king, then they would never have had such a good opportunity in their lives.

Although Qingmeng was a little shrunken in his arms with Xinghe, there was never such a moment when he felt that she was so close to him, and with the beauty in his arms, he was even more comfortable with it.

It's been a long time since I've been so happy and comfortable, looking at the corpses lying on the ground, there really isn't a single one who can fight.

Only the young man covered in blood stood among them with his broken sword, and there was a strange beauty.

Qingmeng didn't pay attention to him, but sat on the edge of the fire, carefully adjusted her sleeping position, and said softly; "Clean up and get out".

The young man's anger had already turned into blood, and it was neither unexpected nor unexpected that he did not want his own life.

Pull the bodies of the brothers out, and at this time the heavy rain finally stopped, and the sky was white!

The smell of blood in the air was also washed away by the heavy rain, as if nothing had happened.