The sound of the piano stopped.

Fuqin Nu raised her head, Qiu Bo Yingying looked at Ying Zhichu, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a light smile.

"The girl's mouth is so clever, she really undershoots."

Her face is not spy-eating, and her style is not pretentious.

She walked neatly in front of the girl, raised the jade hand used to pick the string, and fiercely carried a cool breeze towards the girl's cheek.

The eyebrows and eyes are as light as ever, and they have not made waves.

It seems that this matter, whether it is right or wrong, whether to do it or not, is all up to the orders of the pavilion master.

Han Wuyi lowered his eyes and sneered, unexpectedly not hearing the falling slap.

"You!" The piano girl endured the pain, and there was fear on her beautiful face.

Ying Zhichu clapped his little hands, flashed to the side casually, and stood three feet away from the woman.

The piano girl's hand hung slightly, the blood fell to the floor along Hao's wrist, and she smashed down the red beads one by one, she held the injured hand in distress, glared at the culprit with resentment, but she was afraid and did not dare to step forward.

I didn't see her move, so when did she hurt herself?

Qin Nu couldn't figure it out, so she could only look at Han Wuyi with tears in her eyes, hoping that he would make decisions for herself.

Han Wuyi swept the eyes of the qin girl, and said casually: "You left your hand, why did you soften?" ”

"Pavilion Master, it's useless for me." The piano girl didn't know what Han Wuyi's words meant, thinking that he was accusing herself.

But he didn't think about the next moment, Han Wuyi got up and walked up to her.

"Where's the injury, let me see?" His voice was as cold as water, unpredictable.

Before Qin Niang could speak, he had already dragged the woman's wrist to check.

There was a faint mark of blood on Xue Baiying's wrist, and a needle scratched it.

Han Wuyi lifted it up, put it to his mouth expressionlessly, blew it gently, and then touched his lips lightly.

Suddenly, a soft feeling of electric 'crispy' went down the blood and straightened the tendons of Qin Niang's body, she blushed and bit her lip, and the autumn waves were even more overflowing.

"Pavilion master ......" is a shallow language with spring, and the soft fragrance has become a wind.

"Does it still hurt?" Han Wuyi raised his cold eyes and asked lightly.

As soon as the piano girl wanted to smile softly and shake her head, she felt a chill emanating from her whole body, and it was extremely cold from head to toe.

"Pavilion, Lord, I don't hurt anymore." She shook her head and finished her sentence, her eyes widening at the man's movements.

I was puzzled in my heart, but it drifted away in an instant, and if the candle was extinguished, my body fell to the floor.

Ying Zhi first heard the movement here, and when he turned around, he saw the piano girl fainting on the floor, and a large area of bright red blood was scattered on the hem of the embroidered skirt, which made the graceful figure more and more enchanting.

"You killed her!" She trembled and glared at Han Wuyi.

A thin blade wrapped in blood, lying lonely on the hem of the piano girl's skirt.

Han Wuyi took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his thin lips lightly, wiping away the disgust, before returning to his previous coldness and said: "You keep your hand, I will naturally do it for you." ”

"Do I need you to be nosy?"

"But you want to kill her, don't you, I let her slap you, and suffer with your wretchedness, but you fight back, you are afraid, afraid that she will know or even tell your identity, right?"

Ying Zhichu's mouth fluctuated strongly, and he looked at the person in front of him with strange and unbearable eyes.

She suppressed the bitterness in her abdomen and only gasped softly.

This bastard!

Why didn't he die!

"You want to kill me, heh, it's a dream." He let go of his fingers and threw away the silk handkerchief, and said what she had in mind.

Looking at her angry appearance, inexplicably happy, the young man couldn't help but hook his lips.

"Liang Zhen, the way you are angry, I am very happy to see it, you should be more angry."

"Heh, each other, I don't like to see you as you wish." She raised her eyes and shot back.

She was petite, just up to his chin, and the man lowered his eyes slightly to see fine beads of sweat on her shiny forehead.

Han Wuyi swept his eyes and looked away.

"Sit here and play a game of chess with me, this ship will have to wait a while before it lands." He flicked his sleeves and sat back down on the soft floor.

Ying Zhichu glanced at the faint blue water outside the window, and sneered: "Where do you want to sell me?" ”

"Oh, Miss Liang really looks up to herself, how much can your little body sell for for a few dollars?" He picked up the chess piece and landed firmly on the chessboard, sneering.

Ying Zhichu had some psychological shadows about falling into the lake, standing far away from the lake, and the dead corpse was stretching the blood stains of the Hetian people on the floor, forcing her to sit on the small collapse.

She glanced at Han Wuyi, who was staring in deep thought, and raised her hand to make a mess of the chessboard.

"Liang Zhen!"

Ying Zhichu snorted lightly at the tip of his nose, raised his arm and lay on the chessboard, closing his eyes slightly.

The sarcasm between Han Wuyi's mouth spread lightly along with his breath, and he didn't move again for half a sound.

If there is only a trace of sighing, floating in the air, if you don't listen carefully, you can't find it.

The painting boat carried the two people and the corpses of the dead together, and walked towards the green mountains.

Layers of water rippled, and the scenery in front of me changed again and again.

When Ying Zhichu woke up, he heard the sound of the maids beckoning people to carry the corpse.

She frowned slightly, looking at this scene, it turned out that she had arrived at her destination.

Her waist was straight, and she just slipped off her shawl robe, and when she looked at it, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

It turned out to be the purple gold brocade robe.

Who is going to wear his clothes!?

She patted her body in disgust and walked towards the crowd with her feet up.

At this time, there was no one in sight, and he thought that he was the one who got off the boat and left.

The maids ordered a few of their men to carry stretchers and get off the boat, and walk along the path covered by the grass.

"Please, girl." The maid raised her hand and signaled Ying Weaving to move forward.

Ying Orichu followed behind with a blank face.

The path was narrow at first, until a bamboo forest appeared in front of you, and the path became wider.

Through the bamboo forest, the sky is already twilight.

Looks like it took too long to get here.

At the end of the bamboo forest is a small house, the courtyard is empty, only a few birds have fallen on the ground, otherwise there is no trace of popularity.

The subordinates put the stretchers in the courtyard, saluted the cold and had no clothes, and then retreated.

After a cup of tea, only Zhichu and Han Wuyi were left here.

The girl looked back curiously, and saw where there were any boats, just a lake with an endless view.

"Where did they go?" She didn't have a good airway.

"Gone." Han Wuyi smiled, "What's the matter, scared?" ”

"You're not afraid of dead people here?" She aired.

"Go knock." He glared at her and ordered.

Ying Zhichu looked at the grass hut suspiciously, but he didn't move.

"I'm not going, I'm going to go yourself!"

Han Wuyi threatened, "Don't you want this month's antidote?" ”

"Heh, it's the same as if you listen to me, you'll give me an antidote."

"If you are obedient, I will give it."

"Save it, Lord Hange, as for me, I won't listen to your orders."

"I don't know what to do!"

"Tsk, do you want to be beaten again?" She glared at him and said quietly.

"What a quarrel, what a quarrel! Don't let people eat well, haven't you heard of the emperor eating?! If you're going to make a noise, get out of the way and get out of the way! ”

A woman's angry voice was heard in the house, and the frightened birds fluttered their wings and left.

Ying Zhi looked at the sound of wonder, but only saw the door closed.

Han Wuyi's eyes shot a fierce color, and he opened his lips slightly: "I asked to see the Pavilion Lord of the Lower Purple Moon Pavilion, don't you want to show up for a while?" ”