In his hands, the silver spear was no longer a murderous weapon, but a tool for simply venting his anger.

Hao Guang stood under the eaves of the corridor with a worried face, and the sound of the iron horse colliding in the wind made people panic.

He has been by Ke Changqing's side for more than ten years, and he has never seen the sect leader so emotionally out of control, the sect leader has always been uncertain, moody, rarely shows his preferences, almost no things he cares about or particularly dislikes, no matter what the situation can maintain a superficial calmness.

But in recent days, it has become more and more unpredictable.

I don't know what stimulated me, Ke Changqing is like a different person, and often does some inexplicable things, such as always staring at the rock sugar gourd in a daze, or staring at an osmanthus tree in a daze, often in a daze, and in a daze for several hours.

Ke Changqing just looks normal on the surface, as if he doesn't look like usual, he can deceive himself, but he can't deceive Hao Guang, who has served the smart Hao Guang by his side since he was a child.

The first glimmer of dawn in the sky was reflected on the dark cornices, and the silver spear head in Ke Changqing's hand picked out a snow-white light, which shone on his dark eyes, allowing him to recover from the gloom.

Hao Guang followed and stood all night, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he was still stiff, and only when he saw Ke Changqing's face softened slightly, did he dare to speak.

"Sect Master, it's dawn," Hao Guang walked to Ke Changqing's side, and before he could finish speaking, he was frightened by Ke Changqing's eyes.

Ke Changqing frowned, his wrist was forced, the spear came out of his hand, broke through the air and stabbed straight at Hao Guang, the rapid momentum almost pierced Hao Guang, and there was no mercy for his subordinates.

Hao Guang was shocked, raised his breath and retreated backwards, bringing up the damp sand under his feet, retreating all the way to the courtyard wall, seeing that he couldn't dodge, he twisted his waist and turned sideways, and the gun was against his cheek with a loud "ding-" sound, deep into the white wall.

A strand of hair fluttered down.

Hao Guang patted his chest, panting in shock, his face turned pale with shock: "The sect leader spares ...... life"

After Ke Changqing came back to his senses, his face became even more gloomy.

Hao Guang stood up straight, occasionally raised his head to meet Ke Changqing's scarlet eyes, he was stunned suddenly, it was obviously a sign that he was going to go crazy.

Hao Guang was taken aback: "Sect Master! ”

Ke Changqing clenched his back molars, squinted his eyes slightly, his temples were constantly beating, and his brows were also jumping.

How he didn't know his physical condition, he knew better than anyone else, but although he knew it, he didn't know where this demon came from, and how to get rid of it, Ke Changqing would never admit that his demon was a monk he hadn't seen a few times.

He took a deep breath and walked quickly to the courtyard, but slowed down at the gate of the courtyard, standing at the door and looking at the blooming osmanthus tree, he couldn't tell the reason, he only felt that his heart was hanging in his throat.

The yard was full of residual flowers, the water had not dried, and the eaves were falling with droplets, and there was a ticking sound.

Ke Changqing looked up at the sky, and a bird flew over from the direction of the courtyard and let out a few cries.

He wiped the water from his face and walked in the direction of the other courtyard, Hao Guang followed a few steps, and was left in place with his eyes.

Hao Guang's eyes froze in place, not daring to take a step forward.

——

The door creaked open, and the movement was a little trembling. The person who came in was not very old, dressed in camel gray inner clothes, and had a tray in his hand.

He is a small squire, doing all the hard work, and today I am fortunate enough to be entrusted with the task of the chief uncle, which is to serve the noble master inside.

The manager was never more cautious, and taught him not to listen more, let alone look at more, and to keep something in his heart, otherwise the consequences would not be something that he could afford as a small slave.

Gently pushing open the door, the luxurious and dim room was filled with mystery by the red candles on the extinguishing table, he was undoubtedly curious in his heart, every day he would come in on time to change the tea, so that the master inside would wake up and have hot tea to drink, which was also ordered by the housekeeper's uncle.

It's only been three days, and the tea in it has never been touched, and the people in the tent have not woken up.

Today, however, there seems to be something different, and the people who fall under the thick carpet under the greatly opened tent.

Weak, pale and suffocating beauty.

The snow-white robe is like a blooming lotus flower, and the eyes are striking, like water lilies blooming in the sun.

She seemed a little confused, and propped herself up, causing a corner of a noble bedrobe to open loosely, and the delicate collarbone loomed, I don't know if it was the candlelight, and the skin exposed was actually dense red marks and tooth marks.

Reacting, his face turned red, and he fell to his knees, eager to hide himself.

Wen Xien was dizzy on the ground, she wanted to get up and go to the door to see, who knew the ground, her legs were as weak as if they were broken, Wen Xien who fell to the ground was startled, and thought that she was lying down, only to know that it was not enough for the person to tie a chain to herself, afraid that she would be forced to die and take advantage of the coma to drug her, so that she could not lift up a trace of strength.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy kneeling not far away, seeing his inner clothes, Wen Xien knew that it must be someone sent by Lord Yue Ying to serve him, Yue Yang seems to be very busy recently, but he will still come every day.

"What's your name? Come and give me a hand. "The voice is hoarse but unexpectedly good, as if the summer breeze is blowing through the tip of the heart.

However, the waiter was like a frightened rabbit, and did not reply, hurriedly got up, did not forget to replace the glass crystal tea cup on the table, and then the door was slammed, and he fled without looking back.

“……”

Wen Xien, who was left on the ground, looked confused.

She touched her face blankly, Auntie, have you gained weight and become ugly in the past few days, and you have scared people.

Otherwise, when people saw her, why did they run so fast!

Wen Xien grabbed a plush carpet, dragged his heavy body, and gritted his teeth before he stood up tremblingly, like a leaf trembling in the wind.

With the sound of the silver chain, Wen Xien dragged his lead-filled legs and walked towards the round table step by step. The bare instep is even fairer by the blood-red soft carpet.

Finally walked to the round table, Wen Xien sat down on the edge of the table, the entrance of the hot tea slid down the dry throat, and his body soothed a little, but the length of the silver chain between his ankles was only enough to walk to this table, and he couldn't even reach the door.

With a sigh, Wen Xien propped up his drowsy head, smelled the dull incense in the room, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up again, at some point, the room had quietly melted into the air of another person's aggression. It seemed to have collapsed again, and the cover was unusually warm with a careful cover.

Wen Xien looked at the silk quilt on her body, she was a little stunned, and observed the surroundings of the palace, there was no one quietly, she thought that Yue Ying came back to help her cover it, and she didn't take it to heart.

(End of chapter)