There was nothing to do all day, and Lu Xiangwan leisurely divided the tea tips in the room.

The two petals are divided into one petal, and one petal is then broken into fine pieces to pass the time.

She doesn't like tea herself, and that thing is bitter, and in her eyes it is not as clear as the juice that comes out when she chops the plantain. But the people of Xiliang liked it, so she reluctantly followed the customs.

Shiliu sat on the roof of the house, cut open a piece of tile, and observed every move below with cold eyes. Inadvertently raised her eyes and saw Qin Yi coming, she immediately turned over and went out of the room and headed towards him.

"Master." She spoke with a hint of surprise.

Qin Yi has never liked to set foot in this place, and even if he wants to come, he will choose to find a time when no one is there at night. I don't know what's going on today.

Qin Yi's face was calm, and he said lightly: "You are here, you don't need to care if you hear any movement." ”

"Yes."

The paper-thin wooden board couldn't bear Qin Yi's kick, and when he landed, half of the fan was broken, and the half-curtain was crumbling, which was quite ridiculous. Lu Xiangwan's movements in his hands were stuck, and before he had time to take a closer look, the wind on his side suddenly came, and he was pressed on the bed at the next moment, the bamboo plaque in his arms was overturned, and the picked tea leaves and tea stalks were scattered all over the ground, filling the room with bitter and fragrant fragrance.

Lu Xiangwan raised her lips and smiled: "Lord Wang......" Before the smile reached the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, a sharp pain suddenly came from her wrist. Qin Yi's hand rose and fell, and in the blink of an eye, he broke her two tendons. Her expression was suddenly frightened, and just as she wanted to say another word, Qin Yi's dagger was held back, and the diameter was stuck between her two lip flaps.

At the slightest movement of his hand, her head would crack.

Lu Xiangwan's hair stood on end, and cold sweat was endless. Compared to the pain in her wrist, she was more afraid that Qin Yi would directly cut her in half.

The man on his body obviously looked as usual, and he couldn't see the slightest murderous intent or anger, but the indifference in his peach blossom eyes made her shudder. She suddenly remembered the scene when he saved her, the same calm eyes, but he killed eighteen well-trained Nanyi barbarians.

"Why do you want to move her?" Qin Yi's eyes deepened, "If a rotten poison pill can't make you honest, this king doesn't mind picking on your hamstrings again." Anyway, you only have a tongue to use. ”

Lu Xiangwan wanted to shake her head, but the coldness of the dagger restricted her movements, so she could only look at Qin Yi sadly and tell him with her eyes that she was afraid.

She was really scared.

If she wants to leave this life and wait for someone, she must not die before she waits.

A tear fell down the corner of his eye and fell on the bed.

Qin Yi sneered and got up, casually pulled over the bed tent, and wiped the blood off the dagger.

"Lu Xiangwan, this is the last time, understand?"

She was in a heart-rending pain, and the corners of her lips were torn a lot, so she could only bear to nod her head: "I know." ”

Walking out of the room, Shiliu saw that fresh blood was splashed on his spotless silver-white robe, and his eyes were stunned. When Qin Yi approached, she couldn't help but step forward and remind: "Master, your clothes ......"

Qin Yi was a little disgusted: "The backyard is not well protected, and the beast broke in, and this king just killed it." ”

"Yes." Picking up willows and saying no more.

In the room, Lu Xiangwan looked up at the bloodstained bed tent, and a wry smile on his lips.

She was just a little scared of Lu Jinhua, he was so nervous that he not only broke her tendons, but even wanted to be more ruthless. It's a good thing that there is still something on her that he can use, otherwise......

The heart pounding in the chest is proof of over-frightenedness.

After a long time, she whimpered, and the blood line slowly trickled down the corners of her lips, and was so bright and dazzling on the sheets.

"Sister of Brocade Painting...... Scold! The days are still long, and our accounts will be calculated slowly. ”