The man's unfamiliar breath rushed into his nose, Gu Qinghuan was nervous and didn't know how to react, she watched Sikong Yao's elegant face approach, and after that, his cheek pressed against hers.

In a trance, she heard a low, hoarse chuckle. In my ears, there was the sound of sharp weapons flying by.

Sikong Yao suddenly flicked his long sleeves, and the sharp weapon turned direction due to the domineering strong wind, and flew towards Yingxue Fuqin-

Ying Xue thought that Sikong Yao must have no chance to resist, and when she saw Ying Xue counterattacking, she was fixed by some kind of force, and she didn't even have the action to fight back.

After that, her eyes widened, and she didn't even have time to exhale pain, so she kept sitting when she played the piano, and lost her breath.

Sikong Yao sat up, his long arm under Gu Qinghuan shifted to her thin waist, and then his arm lifted hard, and Gu Qinghuan sat on the ground according to his strength.

Gu Qinghuan couldn't hear the sound of the guqin anymore, and felt that something was wrong, she leaned on Sikong Yao's arms, turned her head to look, and saw a silver needle stuck in the center of Yingxue's forehead. And Yingxue sat motionless in that position, and her eyes were not half smart and angry.

He's dead......?

She turned her head and looked at her boss Kong Yao in fear, and a chill rushed up from the soles of her feet, and finally covered her limbs, like an impenetrable cloud enveloping her.

Sikong Yao in front of him, he is not merciless when he kills people, and he has no pity for women, his eyes are gloomy, and he is exactly the same as what the author describes.

Sikong Yao didn't look at the dead Yingxue, but raised his hand and gathered the clothes that were hanging loosely on both sides for Gu Qinghuan, blocking the half-exposed scenery of her fragrant shoulders.

His hand was a little warm, and when he touched Gu Qinghuan, Gu Qinghuan felt colder than the ice cubes formed in the cold winter.

Her body trembled, obviously terrified of Sikong Yao.

Sikong Yao's fingers slid down her cheeks, and then, gently lifting her chin, the man's voice when he spoke was an extremely nice voice, which fell on Gu Qinghuan's ears, like a demon from the depths of purgatory: "Soon, someone will come to Linyuan Villa, do you know what to say?" ”

Gu Qinghuan trembled, and she said with a slurp: "...... Know...... Know. She knew that this Sikong Yao must have a conspiracy, and he was really a madman.

Sikong Yao hooked his lips, his eyes showed a wave of satisfaction, he leaned over and gave Gu Qinghuan a kiss on the forehead: "Good." ”

Gu Qinghuan: "......"

The small hand under the sleeve of the coat, the five fingers trembled because of nervousness and fear, and wanted to tighten, but they couldn't tighten because they had no strength.

On the smooth forehead, cold sweat oozed out.

Gu Qinghuan glanced at Yingxue, who remained in her original posture, with her residual light, it was unimaginable that the woman who was still playing the piano before would be lifeless the next moment.

Yingxue's eyes that didn't close were lifeless, and there was disbelief in her eyes that hadn't faded.

Gu Qinghuan retracted his eyes and stayed in Sikong Yao's arms and didn't dare to move. She thought back to what had happened from entering the Linyuan Pavilion to the present, and suddenly realized.

She knew why Sikong Yao let her come to the Lin Yuan Pavilion!

The reason is very simple, Sikong Yao needs witnesses, and the reason why he didn't choose the heroines Jiang Wan and Wang Junling is also very simple. Although the heroine has not been reborn yet, at least the daughter of the official family still has a proud backbone, and it is absolutely impossible to help Sikong Yao as a cover. As for Wang Junling's temperament, it is too pretentious and has low credibility.

After figuring things out, Gu Qinghuan was no longer afraid, since Sikong Yao needed a witness, then her life would not be in danger for the time being. She also had a question: why Yingxue wanted to assassinate Sikong Yao.

Sikong Yao caught the relaxation of her expression, and the interest in his eyes became stronger, and his hand holding Gu Qinghuan's chin was slightly forced, pressing a faint red mark on her delicate skin: "What did you think of?" ”

Gu Qinghuan: "......"

Do you want to be so sharp?

She quickly lowered her eyes and muttered, "No...... I didn't expect anything, I admired...... Ah, it's not admiration, I'm curious why Yingxue girl killed her son? ”

That's right, she just admires.

Sikong Yao's pupils were extremely deep and extremely dark: "You don't know? ”

Gu Qinghuan: "......"

Even if she knows, she will say she doesn't know, not to mention that she really doesn't know.

There is a saying that the more you know, the faster you die.

When a person is alive, there must be many opponents, and a person with unfathomable abilities like Sikong Yao must have many people who want to kill him.

Sikong Yao obviously didn't believe it, he smiled, raised the hand holding her chin, looked at the bewitching-looking and pitiful face, and didn't say anything.