After hearing Li Ziqing's strong return, Nangong Xu came to the Valley of Despair as soon as possible.

I just saw my mother being poisoned by Li Ziqing, and I also saw Li Ziqing's bloodthirsty smile.

The corners of Nangong Xu's mouth pulled a wry smile, he didn't blame Xiaoqing, his mother became like this completely self-inflicted, just like what he said after Xiaoqing fell off the cliff before, "If it weren't for the fact that you were the mother who gave birth to me and raised me, I'm afraid I would have killed you".

From beginning to end, this man never hated Li Ziqing, not even a trace of blame.

Ziqing looked at Ye Yuxin, who was crazy, lightly, and withdrew from the crowd, without giving Nangong Xu a look.

Actually, Li Ziqing still felt guilty about Nangong Xu, but if he didn't mention it, then she wouldn't say it.

Li Ziqing sat on a chair in the courtyard, her slender fingers rubbing her aching temples, her face was pale, and the wound on her back didn't know when it cracked. But she can't treat it now, or the people outside will know about it soon.

The sun mischievously jumped between the branches and leaves overhead, and her face became more and more pale, Li Ziqing opened her slightly closed eyes, and said in a light tone: "Don't come out yet?" ”

I couldn't hear any joy, anger and sorrow, Leng Sichen's face in the dark stiffened unnaturally, and he raised his feet and was about to walk out, but before he could think of the words, he saw a man in black standing in front of Li Ziqing.

Black!

From the hat to the clothes to the shoes, all of them are black.

Leng Sichen retracted the foot he had just lifted, and his heart was filled with joy and sorrow. I am happy that I was not discovered by Li Ziqing, and I am sad that someone hooked up with my daughter-in-law. With a cold face, he still stood in the dark and stared at the two.

Leng Shiyi, who was standing next to him, stared at someone with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and couldn't believe that the person in front of him who looked like a man with a deep resentment was actually the boss they called the "Jade-Faced Hades".

Not far away, Li Ziqing's eyes opened slightly, looking up at the person in front of him who didn't say a word, I don't know how long it took, Li Ziqing lowered his stiff head.

Damn it!

It's tiring!

The person on the other side looked at Li Ziqing's closed eyes through the hat, and said unhurriedly: "I want to follow you." ”

The words are not shocking and endless, and he is talking about a sullen man!

Li Ziqing raised her eyebrows, and finally raised her eyes to look at the black gauze: "Reason." ”

Give me a reason, a reason for you to follow me.

"I'm a Killer"

"Hehe, if you're a killer, do I want you to follow me?"

Li Ziqing overturned his reasons with a blank face.

The person in front of him who was completely black was also stunned, he didn't expect Li Ziqing to say this.

He has always been bad at words, and he can only say: "Then why don't you let me follow you?" ”

Li Ziqing asked rhetorically: "Then why do you want to follow me?" ”

took a sip of tea and continued: "With your ability, you don't want to follow me at all. ”

Indeed, on the mountain behind Huoyan Castle before, Li Ziqing had already seen that this man's martial arts would definitely not be low, and as for what he said, he would be exempted from following.

The hand of the person opposite holding the sword kept tightening and relaxing. The lips under the black veil squirmed back and forth a few times, but he didn't say why.

Li Ziqing pretended to sweep his sword unintentionally, and he was already seven or eight points sure of the identity of the person in front of him.

"If you ask for anything, if I do it, you must agree."

Li Ziqing frowned, the wound on her back seemed to be cracked, she could feel a little blood flowing out, after hearing this, she said nonsense, "Then you go and steal the broken fan of Feng Xianyun" and turned around and entered the house, leaving the black-clothed killer himself in place with a thoughtful look.

Leng Sichen, who had been hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, fortunately!

Xiaoqing's request was not granted.

From the first sentence of the black-clothed killer, Leng Sichen's cold eyes like a knife kept shooting at him, if he wasn't afraid that Li Ziqing would misunderstand, he would have gone out to teach this kid who didn't know the height of the sky!

Want to follow his wife? Don't even think about it!

Who doesn't know, the most precious thing in that Feng Xianyun is usually that fan, let alone stealing it, you don't even have the qualifications to look at that fan, so ah, Leng Sichen is not worried at all, this person can get his wish.

Leng Sichen glanced at the black-clothed killer coldly and arrogantly, and then his eyes were full of tenderness when his gaze shifted to Li Ziqing's closed door.

There were so many things he hadn't asked her.

Why not say goodbye? Why are only those three words left? Does that mean they don't owe each other anymore? Nothing to do with it again?

Thinking of this woman's ruthlessness, he couldn't help but want to go crazy!

The back injury was not healed, so he came back quickly, not knowing how to take care of himself.

Li Ziqing in the room sat in front of the mirror, carefully took off her dress, and could vaguely see the scar on her back through the yellowish copper mirror, a small scar imprinted on the white back, like a grain of dust on the painting.

Li Ziqing scooped out a little ointment from the medicine box next to her and groped for it on her back.

Suddenly, the ointment in his hand was snatched away, and his large, warm hand carefully applied the ointment.

Li Ziqing could only see the black placket through the bronze mirror, and where she couldn't see it, Leng Sichen's face was gentle, and his eyes looked closely at Ruxue's back, red wounds, and ...... Thin blue bands that have been untied.

Take a deep breath and force yourself not to look at the eye-catching place.

Li Ziqing was stunned and let him apply ointment to himself.

A smile rose at the corner of Leng Sichen's mouth, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he sorted out the dress for her.

"Alright."

Li Ziqing's eyes widened, and a face that had always been light and breezy cracked.

"Smack!"

"Phew!"

It hurts!

Leng Sichen looked at the person who was trembling with anger, and swallowed back the words that he wanted to scold.

With a look of infatuation, he stretched out his hand to pick up Li Ziqing's scattered hair behind his head.

Li Ziqing knocked his hand off, looked at him expressionlessly, and said word by word: "Leng Sichen, I said it, the love has been repaid, we don't owe each other, why are you here?" ”

"I ...... The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring. ”

After finishing speaking, Leng Sichen himself despised himself in his heart, and this excuse was really bad.

"You saved my life before, and it's been canceled out, so please don't appear in my sight in the future."

After speaking, he made a gesture of "please" and asked Leng Sichen to leave.

How excited Leng Sichen was when he came, and how heartbroken he was now.

It was fine before, but why is it different now?

Leng Sichen sighed and had no choice but to leave.

Standing in the courtyard, looking at the door that was still closed, Leng Sichen only felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He didn't know how to face Li Ziqing, obviously he didn't talk much to her, and he didn't have much contact, but he just couldn't help but want to care about this cold person.

The coldness at first sight, the anger in the palace, the maintenance at the palace banquet, the clever smile in the valley, and the dying under the cliff...... Not many pictures floated in front of Leng Sichen's eyes.

Leng Sichen thought that he might really lose to a person named Li Ziqing.