The heavy rain did not stop, the sky gradually darkened, and before I knew it, it was the end of the unitary time.

With such rain, the mountain road at night was even more difficult, and Kanhan and his men had no intention of leaving. This means that everyone will stay overnight tonight.

Qingrong suddenly regretted a little, he should have gone down the mountain a long time ago. No, he shouldn't have agreed to go on this trip for Dr. Wen at all, and it wasn't that there were no other doctors in Tianshui Hall.

"Don't worry, it's a big deal that it's night, we sleep ours, just don't go out of the room." Granny Chen prepared dinner for them, and after Jiang Changxi used it, he changed the medicine for Uncle Chen.

It was really late to go down the mountain at this time, and Uncle Yang also said: "Miss Rong don't worry, you will guard the girl in the house at night, and I will guard you outside the door, and I will never let those people get close to the girl." ”

Qingrong had a dark face, pulled Uncle Yang and said that he must focus on guarding against Han Wei, and he must wake her up as soon as he sees him leaning this way.

Jiang Changxi laughed and laughed: "Qingrong, he is a prince, not a flower thief." ”

"What's the difference between him and a flower thief?" trespassing on the girl's boudoir, and also doing things to the girl, the language is light, the martial arts are strong, if you don't guard it strictly, Qingrong is really afraid that when he wants to do something to the girl, she won't have time to stop it.

Walking through the corridor, you have to pass through the flower hall, and then pass through a hanging flower door to the wing room where Jiang Changxi temporarily lives, Han Weiqi and his party are arranged on the east side, and there are three steps on the corridor, one person, ten steps and one guard, strict and solid.

Servants came in and out, stretchers covered with white cloths, and were carried into one of the chambers.

"Lord Wang, the rain is too heavy, the mountain road is slippery, and everyone is blocked under the mountain, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to go up the mountain until tomorrow morning."

Han Weiqi's face was gloomy, and he had to fight with the cloudy sky at this time.

He waved his hand to let people go down, and he was about to enter the wing where the corpse was parked, and out of the corner of his eye, he swept Jiang Changxi's master and servant.

After thinking about it, he beckoned to Jiang Changxi.

Jiang Changxi wanted to pretend not to see it, but Han Weiqi seemed to know her thoughts, and he didn't wait for Jiang Changxi, he took the initiative to walk over.

Han Wei's resignation is also a big step, and he took three steps and two steps to Jiang Changxi's side, but Qingrong couldn't stop him: "You ......"

"Your maid is really noisy, why don't you take good care of it for you?" Han Weici snapped his fingers, and the crisp sound of the long sword coming out of the sheath sounded in Jiang Changxi's ears, and the oncoming sword wind was blocked by Qingrong.

The two parties fought, the sword had no eyes, Qingrong had concerns, and was gradually taken away by that person.

That man...... Jiang Changxi narrowed his eyes slightly, and realized that the person was the one who was fighting with Qingrong in a blossoming manner.

"His name is Jinfeng, and he is the king's guard." Han Weizhi clasped his hands on his chest, and the old god was in the tunnel.

Jiang Changxi let out a long sigh, I don't know whether he was relieved or helpless: "What does the prince want to do?" ”

"I want to ask my sister to help me do an autopsy."

Jiang Changxi was also very convinced, "I am a doctor, not a pretend." ”

"Why, Sister Changxi looks down on her husband?"

"Why do I look down on you again?"

"Don't ordinary people think that they are lowly and untouchable? What does the eldest sister think? ”

Jiang Changxi pursed his lips and glanced at Han Weici meaninglessly, seeing that he felt quite uncomfortable: "Does the prince feel lowly?" If you think that you are lowly and come to ask me to be a servant, what do you think of me? If you don't feel that you are lowly, why do you look down on it? ”

"......" Han Weici was amused by her: "The little girl has sharp teeth." ”

"It's not as good as the prince's clever tongue."

Han Weiqi couldn't understand when he had a clever tongue. "It's not like you care about that. If you don't come and do my autopsy, forget it, you can stay here tonight. ”

Jiang Changxi glanced at him and walked away.

"What a look at you." Han Weici was uncomfortable by her and stopped her: "I'll talk to you." ”

"Qingrong!"

Qingrong, who was fighting with Jinfeng, suddenly changed his moves, and the sword wind was fierce and pressing, and he crossed Jinfeng's defense line and went straight to Han.

Jin Feng followed, opened Qingrong's long sword to protect Han Wei's body, Qingrong turned around and fell, taking Jiang Changxi back three steps.

Han Weiqi looked at Qingrong, his eyes were deep and uncertain, Qingrong was stared at by him so that his hairs stood on end, and he didn't dare to move half a step, and he protected Jiang Changxi to death.

Han Weici suddenly laughed, and he said: "This king just suspects that the flower thief may have encountered heavy rain after the murder, and the mountain road collapsed, and may also be trapped on this mountain, I am afraid that it is not safe for you to live alone in the West Chamber." ”

"Since you don't appreciate it, forget it." Han Weiqi turned around to leave, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Jiang Changxi's place like a small bun and said, "With your small body, this king is really not interested." ”

"You!" Jiang Changxi's face flushed, and he almost roared with his hands to protect his chest: "Deng's disciple!" Rogue! ”

"Girl!" If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat Han Weixi, Qingrong would have wanted to go up and cut him down now, but unfortunately Jinfeng saw that Qingrong seemed to intend to hurt people, and protected Han Weiqi to death, so Qingrong had no choice but to give up and chase Jiang Changxi.

As soon as the master and servant ran away, Han Weiqi put down the corners of his lips lightly, raised his eyes, and the sky as far as he could see was foggy, and the heavy rain was like a waterfall, and there was no intention to stop.

"Jin Feng, take a few people, and stay in the West Chamber tonight to protect Miss Jiang."

"Yes." Jin Feng didn't dare to doubt Han's unrelenting orders, "The little grandfather seems to have gone to the Protector's Mansion today." ”

Although Xiang Liangqing is the little grandfather of the Protector's Mansion, because of the discord between the elders, he is not very close to the Protector's Mansion.

"Did you make trouble?"

"No, I only drank two glasses of wine with the master of the horse, and then left again."

"Got it. Go ahead and protect her. ”

Jin Feng should be, and went down.

Han did not quit standing under the corridor, the wind and rain outside the corridor were shaking, the splashing water was ankle high, and the begonias of the four seasons at the root of the wall were staggered by the rain, and the petals were scattered to the ground.

Jiang Changxi returned to the West Chamber, her heart was blocked in one breath, her red face burned in a panic, and the cold wind outside the window hit her face with rain vapor, but she didn't let the heat go down.

Qingrong brought two quilts from the next room, one bed was left for Uncle Yang who was guarding the door, and the other bed was made on the soft collapse under the window.

Jiang Changxi sat on the bed and said to Qingrong: "You just come up and sleep with me, it's not solid to sleep." ”

"It's good if you're not steady, if you're down-to-earth, you'll sleep to death, how can you protect the girl."

"It's easy to catch a cold. Uncle Yang is a man, so he can't be in the same room with us. You and I are both women, so we don't need to worry so much. Jiang Changxi moved inside and said, "I sleep inside, you sleep outside, you can also protect me." ”

"But ......"

"Do you want me to make your bed myself?"

Jiang Changxi was about to get out of bed to hug the quilt, but Qingrong didn't dare to let her do it, so he had to pout and reluctantly move to the bed.

Wrapped in the quilt, Jiang Changxi looked at the top of the bed, there was the sound of rain and wind outside the window, mixed together, it was really difficult to hear the movement next to it.

Qingrong crossed his arms in front of him, held the long sword in his arms, stared at everything in the room with bright eyes, and the wick of the extinguished flame pulled out a wisp of white smoke, wrapped around and disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Changxi was a little sleepy, his consciousness was vague, the sound of rain outside the window seemed to be louder, and the wind was blowing towards this side with the rain, slapping on the window again and again, making a clattering sound.

The tiles above my head rattled, it was not the sound of rain, it was the sound of people stepping on the tiles and running, one person, two people, three people, countless people.

Jiang Changxi was awakened, the candles placed in the room were all lit, the candles were bright, and a miserable white face suddenly appeared in front of her, with black tattoos vertically and horizontally, and the flesh turned outward, and the wet person was covered in blood, and Jiang Changxi left a bloody palm print on the quilt.

Jiang Changxi lifted the quilt to cover his head, picked up the porcelain pillow and smashed it on his head when he was struggling, jumped out of bed when he was forced to fall, and ran towards the door.

Jiang Changxi didn't know what was going on, she didn't seem to be frightened, she didn't panic, from being attacked to dodging the attack, all her performances were like flowing water, as if she was calm, only her faster and faster, more and more chaotic heartbeat told her.

She panicked, she was confused, she didn't know what to do, she could only subconsciously run to the door like a life road.

It's just that it's not a way of life, it's another way of death.

The pouring rain smashed hard to the ground, the splashing water was intertwined with the falling rain, and it fell again with more heaviness, the lightning pierced the sky, the thunder followed, the mask of the green face and fangs covered the face of the killer, and the long knife in his hand mopped the ground, making a 'stabbing' sound, and the long, dragging traces of rain and blood mixed with water walked towards Jiang Changxi step by step.

The person who broke free from the quilt stood up with his head, his head was hit hard, his steps were a little unsteady, and his greedy and yin eyes were on Jiang Changxi's body, just like a poisonous snake spitting a sinful letter at her.

His gaze reminded Jiang Changxi of the flower thief, and the determination that she didn't have to think about it gave her goosebumps all over her body. But she didn't understand, who was this masked person in front of her? Are they in a gang?

didn't give Jiang Changxi a chance to think, the flower thief had already rushed to Jiang Changxi, Jiang Changxi subconsciously hid, and the killer was eyeing him, but he didn't seem to have any intention of making a move.

Jiang Changxi suddenly remembered that those female corpses were stripped to death after losing their innocence. So it's not just the flower thief who committed the crime, but also a murderer who slashed his heart? This killer is the one who rips the heart? Watching the flower thieves destroy their innocence and then take the opportunity to rip out their hearts?

Jiang Changxi wanted to vomit, what kind of disgusting fetish is this.

Tripped by the chair under her feet, Jiang Changxi's center of gravity was unstable and threw herself directly to the ground, and the crooked chair fell on her ankle, so painful that she didn't know what year it was for a while.

The terrifying black shadow shrouded her, Jiang Changxi almost instinctively, swept forward while the person grabbed her left arm, and the silver needle hidden in the sleeve was thrown out by her, piercing straight into the eyes of the flower thief.