Zi Yunchen's gaze fell on the flower-shaped butterfly above Luo Qingyin's head, and he smiled lightly: "It's very suitable for you." ”

The two jumped up, and the purple glow tree was lightly touched, like eagles hunting at night, silently swept out of the palace and blended into the vast night.

Sitting motionless by the windowsill, the snow ginseng doll, who seemed to be engrossed in absorbing the essence of the moon, suddenly called out to the tree outside: "Broken monkey." ”

The ink monkey hung upside down on the tree and pouted dissatisfiedly: "The stupid woman went out to do bad things and didn't bring her master, she was unhappy and squeaked." ”

The snow ginseng doll's voice was soft and cute, and she whispered, "Why don't we follow them?" ”

The ink monkey's eyes lit up: "Yes, go, squeak!" ”

The night is dark and the wind is high, when the people kill and set fires.

At the same time, Jiang Keqin sat cross-legged on the bed with a white face and cultivated.

Zi Yunchen's palm was very domineering, it hurt his heart, he ate a lot of rejuvenation powder, and he still felt a faint pain when he cultivated, as if his heart was being pulled by something.

Slowly exhaling a breath, Jiang Keqin opened his violent eyes.

He thought that he could kill Luo Qingyin in the Royal Martial Arts Hall, but who knew that he killed a Zi Yunchen halfway, not only did he not succeed, but he was also injured.

Zi Yunchen's cultivation is actually one realm higher than him!

It is rumored that Zi Yunchen is a martial artist of the ninth order of the Great Perfection, and the people are all blind!

Then again, that rumor was three years ago.

Jiang Keqin was annoyed that Zi Yunchen had come forward to obstruct him, if he couldn't kill Luo Qingyin today, it would be even more difficult in the future!

Thinking of Luo Qingyin, Jiang Keqin hated the sea and was difficult to fill.

One of his sons and daughters, Jiang Daihe died tragically in Biyun Lake, Jiang Daifeng was poisoned again, and his life and death are currently uncertain.

Just thinking about it, the doctor in the house came in and saluted: "Master, young master, he ......"

Jiang Keqin's face sank: "How is the young master?" ”

The doctor's body stiffened, and his waist bent down a little: "There is a transparent needle less than half an inch away from the young master's heart, and the poison has entered the heart, I am afraid that I will be half paralyzed in the future......"

Jiang Keqin's heart was suffocated, and a pool of blood spurted out on the spot.

The doctor wanted to come forward to investigate, but Jiang Keqin pointed to the door and roared: "Quack, get out!" ”

If he hadn't been too ruthless, he wouldn't have been poisoned, and he wouldn't have harmed himself and his son, and blamed him for being a quack. The doctor was slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Jiang Keqin, and retreated in a gloomy manner.

Jiang Keqin clutched his chest, coughed up blood for a while, and finally calmed down, took out two pills and fed them into his mouth.

Putting the medicine bottle beside him, Jiang Keqin's body stiffened suddenly.

As a second-order military general, he felt a hint of something wrong.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly turned his face, his gaze shining through the curtain of the closed window, on which the figure of a large sunny day doll was reflected.

Jiang Keqin lifted the brocade quilt on the bed, and the brocade quilt fell to the ground to cover the pool of blood in front of him, and with a bang, the window opened, and a night walker standing on the wall wearing a red sunny day doll cloak appeared in front of him.

Red is a very special color, which is extraordinary in the sun, but in the middle of the night it is the opposite, like congealed blood in the bright moonlight, so thick that people can't help but feel fear.

Jiang Keqin slapped the window not only to see the person who came, but also a warning.

However, there was silence all around, and no one heard the sound, and the doctor who had just left seemed to be nowhere to be found.

Jiang Keqin secretly felt tricky, but he couldn't shout like a subordinate......

Mao Dun Literature