"Wrong!"

"How?"

Ming Wei said: "Dead people can't keep secrets. ”

Yang Gongzi: "......"

Mingwei looked into his eyes and said, "No matter what kind of dead person it is, I can make it speak." ”

The smile on Yang Gongzi's face slowly retracted, pinched her palm, and crawled on her tender neck, as if she was about to move, wanting to move.

Mingwei had to breathe lightly.

In just a short confrontation, she probably touched the character of this Yang Gongzi.

Under the skin of that swinger, there is a ruthless self. He doesn't like people to lie, and the more tricks he plays, the more ruthless he becomes.

Her current skills are low, and if she wants to leave here safely, she can only impress him.

Yang Gongzi looked at her condescendingly, and there was no smile on his face.

This face, which does not eat the fireworks of the world, can only be examined at the moment.

But Mingwei thinks this is a good phenomenon.

This means that he has taken off the skin.

"Who the hell are you?"

Without waiting for Mingwei to answer, Yang Gongzi said: "Don't bother making it up, I have already ordered someone to inquire." The seventh lady of the Ming family was originally a stupid fool, just over a month ago, she was frightened by the ghost, and she suddenly got better. The Ming family's saying is that the Xuan Maiden Niangniang thanked the third lady of the Ming Dynasty for her sincerity and sent her lost soul back......"

Speaking of this, he smiled: "The story is quite round, but I don't believe in immortals. ”

Mingwei silently swallowed back the words he had thought of.

She hadn't seen such a person who didn't eat oil and salt for a long time.

Having said that, with her previous skills, she doesn't need to make up any arguments.

If you do it, you will do it, and you will not accept it!

And now, disobedience can really be done to her......

Yang Gongzi grabbed her wrist and slowly kneaded her palm, inch by inch, and touched it very carefully.

It's not a sweet and ambiguous kneading between men and women, it's about determining something.

"What a delicate hand," he said softly, "I want to be pampered all the time, so that I can refer like an onion root." The cocoon of the tiger's mouth is very thin, the palm edge is still a little red and swollen, and the finger bones are not deformed, it looks like he has just started practicing martial arts......"

Speaking of this, his eyes sharpened: "However, your coping method just now is very skillful. In a hurry, the light is insufficient, but the identification of the acupuncture points is terrifyingly accurate. With the flute against the palm, the weakest joint is also found. It is impossible to do this without more than ten years of skill. ”

"So, you're not Miss Ming Qi." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Where did you come from?" ”

Ming Wei was quiet and said, "It seems that I am destined to be unlucky today, I accidentally got lost, and I actually leaked the bottom." ”

"Wrong!"

"How?"

He said: "When you give a, you have already leaked the bottom." ”

"Oh?"

"That song was composed by a mystic scholar a hundred years ago, and its original name was Wentian. Because he swept the world and often used this song to save his soul, he got another name, called Requiem. ”

Yang Gongzi smiled: "This song is almost not circulated among the people, and most of the people who know it are from the Xuanmen." What exactly is your origin, and how do you know this tune? ”

Mingwei struggled to maintain his breathing, and replied with the same smile: "Childe actually knows the Requiem, it seems that it is not simple!" ”

The palm of the hand that clasped her neck was forced, causing her to snort.

"If you go back obediently just now, I won't have time to pay attention to it for the time being. Coincidentally, you're lost here......"

"Did Childe kill him from the beginning?" Mingwei was curious, "Since you know I'm here, why are you talking unscrupulously?" ”

"Nope." Yang Gongzi chuckled, "You hid it well, I didn't know it at first." It wasn't until now, as I wrote, that your breathing became a little heavier. Curious to know what I'm writing about? ”

Mingwei suddenly realized: "So you burned the letter." ”

"Alright! Satisfy your curiosity, shouldn't you satisfy me too? He asked softly, "Miss Ming, who are you and why did you come here?" If you're honest, maybe I'll be able to give you a way to live. ”

Mingwei's mind flashed.

From Fang Cai's conversation, it can be seen that this Yang Gongzi is deeply trusted by the saint.

He also has such martial arts and such scheming.

Because she is still weak, she can't turn her face with the Ming family for the time being.

But compared to him, the Ming family is not worth mentioning.

If she can leave the Ming family as soon as possible, Mrs. Ming San will not have to suffer those hardships anymore.

In just a moment, Mingwei made a decision.

"Since Childe knows the Requiem, can he know who the Xuanshi who composed the music is?"

Yang Gongzi's eyes flashed slightly.

Mingwei continued: "His surname is Ning Mingjun, and the young man is a rich and noble son. The young man fell into the middle of the road, wandered into the rivers and lakes, and accidentally learned the occult arts. The middle-aged man has a reputation, but he lost his wife and daughter because of the pursuit and killing of the enemy. In order to take revenge, for twenty years, he went around apprenticeship, and finally became everyone. After taking revenge, he was enlightened by a master. In his later years, he experienced troubled times, traveled everywhere, saved countless people, and gained great fame. In the end, he used his body to suppress evil, saved the inheritance of Xuanmen, and incarnated as a pure qi in the world. ”

"He is full of occult arts, absorbs the strengths of all families, and is benevolent and benevolent, and turns the tide. The Xuanshi of the world were willing to take him as the leader, so they gave him a unique title. ”

Mingwei looked into his eyes and said two words softly: "Destiny Master." ”

Yang Gongzi looked at her and didn't speak.

"This is the story of the first generation of life masters. Since then, the masters have been passed down from generation to generation, and they all take the world as their own responsibility. It has been passed down for more than 100 years, and the heirs of that generation of life teachers disappeared unexpectedly. Since then, the name of the life master has disappeared from the world. ”

Ming smiled: "Although not many people have heard the Requiem, there are also people who can play it." However, except for the descendants of the master, no one can make this song, let alone use it to drive the wandering spirit. ”

Yang Gongzi looked at her with heavy eyes.

Ming Wei looked back quietly.

"What do you want?" He finally asked.

The strength on his neck was loosened for the first time, and Mingwei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Childe, do you know, why am I here?" ”

"Sent by the Ming family."

He replied so indifferently that Mingwei couldn't help but be surprised.

Yang Gongzi sneered: "You don't think that only your Ming family does this kind of thing, right?" ”

"...... "She really overestimates the integrity of these gentry!"

"I want to leave the Ming family and go to the capital with my mother." She said.

He said, "You have to prove yourself useful." ”

Ming smiled: "Didn't I say that?" I can make any dead man speak. Aren't you looking for a dead man? There is a specialization in the art industry, and it is better to leave this kind of thing to a professional. ”

Yang Gongzi glanced at her: "You said that you are the successor of the life master, I will believe you?" You yourself said that the inheritance of the life master is extinct, who knows if you, the life master heir, are true or not. ”

"True or false, isn't it okay to have the ability?"

Yang Gongzi squinted his eyes and thought, and suddenly his movements changed, and the hand that was clasping her neck grabbed her collar and tore it down.

"Snort-" The cracking sound sounded, revealing large shards of snow muscle.

Without hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his whole face against her neck.

Mingwei was stunned, this kind of skin adhesion beyond normal made her very uncomfortable, and she instinctively wanted to break free.

At this time, the room was pushed open: "Third son, you ......"