In the Drunken Immortal Building, Xiao Jingyu's words suddenly made Han Qing shocked.

"You are talking nonsense, the Holy Son is treating me, and you are all taking obscene drugs to harm me, so that I am in pain every night and find a man to solve my damn desires."

Han Qing grabbed Xiao Jingyu's neck, his face was bruised, and his eyes were very hateful.

"I've never given you any obscene drugs...... Xiao Jingyu said calmly with a complicated face.

"No, it can't be, it's not your poisoning, I'm burning myself every night, what's going on?" Han Qing covered his head in pain, and his face fainted and rolled on the ground in pain.

"Han Qing, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Jingyu didn't expect this mutation to happen to Han Qing, so he hurriedly stepped forward to take him in his arms, woke him up in the middle of the pinch, and asked with concern.

Han Qing slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent and bloodthirsty, and when he saw the old enemy in front of him, his expression immediately changed greatly, and he grabbed Xiao Jingyu's neck, and the strength of his hands grew.

"Xiao Jingyu, you really came to Beihan, you are so bold, I want to make you come and go!" Han Qing turned over and pressed Xiao Jingyu, pulled out the dark dart on his waist, and stabbed him in the neck in an instant.

Xiao Jingyu shackled Han Qing's wrist, twisted his waist hard, pressed Han Qing under him, and looked at his hideous familiar look, frowning suspiciously.

"Xiao Jingyu, you'd better obediently hand over the forbidden power dissipation antidote, otherwise I will tell you to go around without eating." Han Qing wrestled his wrist and threatened without admitting defeat.

"You've already said this, I told you, the antidote will give you ......" Xiao Jingyu looked at Han Qing meaningfully and said.

Han Qing had a question mark on his face and was confused, when did he say this, but looking at Xiao Jingyu's appearance, he secretly said in his heart: Am I crazy again.

"Then you take out the antidote!" Han Qing raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I can give you the antidote, but the premise is that we will first unite to drive the Black Lotus Holy Son off the altar." Xiao Jingyu cautiously said tentatively.

"No problem, I've wanted to kill that scum for a long time." Han Qing remembered that he was threatened to dedicate himself to seeking an antidote, and remembered that the scar on his face was deliberately erased by him with medicine, and said through gritted teeth.

With this completely different attitude and tone, Xiao Jingyu's handsome face showed an interesting smile.

Xiao Jingyu let go of Han Qing, took out half of the antidote from his arms, held it up in front of Han Qing and said, "This is half of the antidote to the forbidden gongsan, after the matter is completed, I will give you the other half of the antidote."

"Say, how are you going to kill him?" Han Qing stood up and patted the dust on his robe, sat down, poured a sip of wine and asked with interest.

"As long as I ask the horse master to ask Fan Moya out of the outskirts of the city, then I naturally have a way to tell him to go and not return." Xiao Jingyu handed the antidote to Han Qing and said.

"Deal, I'll ask him to come out to the gate of Jinshui Temple at noon tomorrow, remember to do things simply, don't leave a living." Han Qing took the pill and swallowed it, and betrayed Fan Moya without hesitation, although these days, he worked hard to detoxify himself.

However, how could Han Qing forget the evil things he had done that night.

Han Qing saw Xiao Jingyu sit down again, drank with affection, groaned for a while, his nails buckled the bottom of the cup, and asked guiltily, "Yan'er, how is it?"

"She'——, fine." Xiao Jingyu thought of her, felt a pain in his heart, paused slightly, and lied.

Han Qing nodded, calmed down a little, put down the glass of wine, and stood up from his position, not wanting to stay longer.

Xiao Jingyu stopped him and said, "Han Qing—"

Han Qing looked back at his angular side face with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Xiao Jingyu lowered his head and reminded him a little uncomfortably: "Be careful of Fan Moya."

Han Qing inexplicably retracted his gaze, took a step and continued to leave, thinking about the intention of his words.

Why should Fan Moya be afraid?

On the afternoon of the second day, Han Qing lazily lay on the chair and enjoyed the sunbathing.

From time to time, he glanced to the side from the military book, and walked to Ye Hehua, while supervising Ye Hehua's martial arts practice, he knocked on the table, and thought absentmindedly: I don't know if Xiao Jingyu's men and horses have succeeded.

Han Qingzheng had just stood up and wanted to send someone to the Holy Son's Mansion to inquire about the news, but suddenly the dazzling sunlight in front of him dimmed.

He sensitively felt a heavy smell of blood spreading rapidly through the air, and the sound of swords scraping against the rough metal of the ground stimulated the eardrums to gradually approach.

"I really underestimated your ruthlessness." The man's tremendous coercion came from behind, making people's hairs stand on end.

Ye Hehua instinctively felt the danger, and looked at the person, it was a tall man, his facial features were extremely handsome and upright, his eyes were as red as blood, with dry murderous intent, and his black black hair was messily draped over his shoulders, dripping with blood.

His black robe was covered with the scars of the sword, and blood snaked from under his wide black wrought cotton boots all the way to Han Qing's feet.

Ye Hehua pulled out the long sword at his waist, ran to Han Qing's side with a wary face, and confronted the person who came in front of him.

"Who are you?" Ye Hehua swallowed nervously, and pointed a knife at Fan Moya.

Fan Moya didn't look at Ye Hehua and continued to approach Han Qing, who raised his sword in fear and took a few steps back.

"You sent them."

Fan Moya spat out blood violently, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, straightened his body, knelt on the ground exhausted, and asked unwillingly in front of this person.

"Oh, Lord Wuxiang, what's wrong with you?"

Han Qing turned around slowly, his face was still magnificent, like a goblin who seduced the soul, his eyes looked up and down, Fan Moya's serious injuries were serious, pretending to be surprised, squeezing out a sad expression, covering his mouth and approaching with concern.

"Poof—"

Fan Moya spat out a mouthful of blood again, Han Qing squatted down to support him, his heroic eyebrows and eyes, and asked with a pretentious expression: "Lord Wuxiang, who hurt you?"

"Hehehehe......" Seeing that there was no guilt in his eyes, Fan Moya lowered his head and smiled sadly, salty tears fell to the ground like raindrops.

"Moya, why are you crying, come and tell my brother who bullied you, and I will avenge you." Han Qing touched Fan Moya's wet hair, and said softly to this younger brother, who was two years younger than him, pretending to be a good person.

"If you have half of Ah Qing's good, I am willing to die." Fan Moya struggled to stand up, but failed one after another.

"Ah Qing, who is it?" Han Qing held his hand and asked with a look of genuine doubt in his eyes.

"Come here, I'll tell you." Fan Moya raised his head and said seductively, Han Qing cautiously approached him to listen, and suddenly Fan Moya grabbed his hair and asked for a kiss viciously.

"I'll never tell you...... Haha......" Fan Moya took the initiative to push Han Qing away before Han Qing rioted and beat people, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips ambiguously.

In those blood-red pupils, Han Qing's scarred face was reflected, and the thin lips hooked up a smug smile.

Where did Han Qing think that Fan Moya would dare to play hooligan in broad daylight, and was about to rush up to beat someone.

Because he saw the figure of Bei Hanjing and the others rushing over when they heard the news, he reluctantly put down his fist and clenched his fist to beat someone, looking at his hooligan-like appearance, and hated to fight him.

What the hell is he hiding from himself, Han Qing licked his wounded and bleeding lips, and frowned slightly.

Ye Hehua witnessed the emperor's brother-in-law being forcibly kissed, and he became more and more incomprehensible, and the cat between these two people was tired of it.

"Wu Xiang, I heard from someone that you were seriously injured, what's wrong?" Bei Hanjing squatted down her increasingly bulging belly with difficulty, picked up Fan Moya, who fell to the ground, and asked with concern.

"Heh, I was just injured by a disobedient wild cat who didn't make an appointment." Fan Moya was supported by everyone, and when he raised his eyes again, his red pupils had already subsided, and his silver eyes glanced at Han Qing meaningfully.

Bei Hanjing followed his gaze and looked at Han Qing, whose lips were broken and bleeding, with a puzzled face.

"Do you need to arrest someone?" Although Bei Hanjing is not as smart as Han Qing, she will not be stupid to think that it was really the wild cat that hurt the black and beautiful holy son.

"No, I'll take care of it when I get back." Fan Moya's gaze slowly withdrew from Han Qing's resentful face, lowered his head and hooked his thin lips and said unkindly.

"Ah Qing, send me back." Fan Moya commanded in a bad mood.

Han Qing obediently stepped forward to help him, and there was still a trace of arrogance on his face, which was even more obedient than a rabbit.

Bei Hanjing seriously instructed Han Qing and said, "Beauty, you must send Lord Wu Xiang back to the house safely."

Han Qing raised his eyes, glanced at her indifferently, silently helped Fan Moya, and slowly walked away.

Ye Hehua withdrew the two people who had left with each other, pressed his chin suspiciously, and whispered, "The emperor's brother-in-law turned out to be Ah Qing."

Bei Hanjing was very depressed by Han Qing's glance, and turned her head to ask Xiao Hun and said, "Did I make the beauty angry today?"

Xiao Hun shook his head and sighed sympathetically: "Horse heart, submarine needle, princess, you still need to rest and practice."

In the Drunken Immortal Building in the Northern Cold City, Xiao Jingyu looked at the sparsely populated street outside the window, and the wine in the cup never broke.

Before I knew it, there were already piles under my feet, and there were seven or eight empty wine jars.

The door was suddenly broken open, Gao Sheng covered his stabbed chest, staggered into the house with a pale face, bowed his head and knelt down to accuse: "My subordinates are not doing well, and Fan Moya escaped."

"Get up and tell me about the man." Xiao Jingyu said calmly, without even looking at Gao Sheng.

"Fan Moya went to Jinshui Temple alone, and after being ambushed, he reacted calmly and calmly, and killed the others.

Ask us if we are sent by Han Qing and kill him.

He is young, but his martial arts are extremely high and invincible, his subordinates are trying their best to capture and kill, and he is still on the same level as him, and no one can get any benefits, he took advantage of my unpreparedness, let the red snake bite me and was dodged by me, and took the opportunity to stab me with a sword and fled without a trace. ”

Gao Sheng simply said what happened.

Gao Sheng is not to mention Muyun's martial arts, and he is also a top three master, but he was run away by Fan Moya, Xiao Jingyu touched his chin in contemplation, waved his hand and ordered: "You go down to bandage and send someone to call Yan Zijin over."

"Yes." Gao Sheng limped back.

It didn't take long for the guards to step forward, respectfully handed Yan Zijin's letter to Xiao Jingyu, and said: "Prime Minister Yan is not in the room, he left a letter, I don't know where to sneak out to play."

Xiao Jingyu saw that it was written: The room is boring, Zijin goes out for a trip, and he will return on time, I hope you don't want to find it.

He frowned, and at the wayward Yan Zijin who traveled against the order, unhappiness welled up on his jade face, and he ordered solemnly: "Go and find it back, we have to leave Beihan."

"Yes." The guard hurried downstairs.