Chapter 365: Throwing Yourself into the Third Master's Arms (2)

At this time, outside the pavilion in front of her left, a third master dressed in black was holding a long sword in his hand, moving with the wind. One move and one style, it is like a shock, but it has a very strong murderous aura.

Every time the sword went out, maybe it was too fast, and Song Qing could only see the silver-white sword shadow, or the afterimage left by the place where the sword passed.

As he moved, fallen leaves rolled up everywhere the sword passed, and the scene was beautiful in short.

This kind of scene used to be only seen by Song Qing on TV, but now it really appeared in front of her.

Moreover, the slow motion on TV cannot be compared with the real one.

Song Qing didn't bother, but found a stone to sit down and quietly be a melon-eating crowd.

At this time, Song Qing felt that it would be better if he could have a handful of melon seeds now.

As if sensing her heart, a cold gaze fell on her.

His expressionless face was full of ice, if he hadn't really known him, Song Qing would have suspected that he was a passerby.

Meeting the man's cold gaze, Song raised his eyebrows and waved at him, powerfully brushing his sense of presence.

The third master in the sword practice paused and retracted his gaze, as if Song Qing, who was sitting there, did not exist.

Song lightly propped his hands on his knees, his chin was supported by his palms, and his eyes looked at the third master who was practicing swords in the distance.

His eyes subconsciously followed the other party's figure, and after looking at it for a while, Song Qing couldn't help but start muttering quietly.

"I suddenly found that the bosses I have seen finally have faces."

"A high nose, deep and sharp eyes, thin lips pursed into a straight line."

"Long hair is like ink, wearing black clothes, and a tall and long posture, this temperament and appearance simply crush all the bosses."

"It's just that life is so boring, how can a good little brother live himself into a teaching director who is dozens of years old."

Song sat lightly far away, so he muttered quietly and didn't expect the main lord in the distance to be able to hear it.

"......" The third master felt that this sword could not be practiced.

He is not deaf, but can hear clearly. was described by a woman from head to toe in this way, that is, his old face was a little unbearable.

Although he couldn't understand what the woman was trying to say.

Take your hands back? The third master silently inserted the long sword in his hand into the gap in the bluestone slab ground.

Song Qing, who was eating melons, saw that the third master suddenly stopped? I couldn't help but rub my eyes.

It's really all the eyes she sees.

After seeing the third master stop, Song Qing stood up and walked over with his skirt.

"Third Master."

Hear those two words? The third master's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

The picture of Song lightly bumping into his arms last night flashed in his mind.

Stiff face? The third master was silent for a while, and spoke in a deep voice, his voice indifferent.

"Where is your household registration Gu Wei? Wait and take the household registration and leave on your own. ”

"Hukou?"

Song was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, "You, do you mean that I have a household registration now?" ”

"That is? I have a household registration now, and I am no longer a black household, so I don't have to worry about being sold by someone else, right? ”

Speaking of this, Song Qing's eyes unconsciously burst into tears, and they rolled down his cheeks.

She is an outsider, if she does not have a household registration? That is, if it is sold by someone else, then it will be sold.

But now that she has a household registration, she can live in this world in a bright and bright way.

I don't know what will happen in the future, and I don't know when I will be able to travel back, but at least before I go back? I have an identity in this world where I can live.

Song Qing looked up at the man standing in front of him.

This man feels cold all over his body? Especially the gaze that casually looked at her? It seems to be holding thousands of miles of ice and snow, and the whole person exudes an inaccessible coldness around him.

Song Qing met his cold gaze? In the stunned gaze of the third master? took two steps forward and instantly threw herself into his arms.

The faint aroma of tea gives people a very peaceful feeling.

Obviously saw him kill people? Obviously, I had smelled a strong and choking smell of blood from him.

But at this moment, leaning on his arms, Song Qing didn't feel any fear, but felt very relieved.

For the third master, Song Qing's feelings are very complicated, but at this moment she really wants to hug him.

The faint fragrance of medicine hit, and there was a moment of blankness in the third master's mind, and the perennial indifferent face was like frost, and there was a little crack at this moment.

Even the cold gaze that has always been cold finally has a different mood, although the mood is very light.

The third master, who came back to his senses, had a gloomy face, subconsciously raised his hand, and instantly clasped Song Qing's shoulder.

"Lighter, I'm in pain."

The voice in her arms was delicate, maybe even Song Qing didn't notice that she was coquettish with this man at this time.

The third master's hand on Song Qing's shoulder stopped for a while. The strength also dissipated in an instant, and even he himself didn't understand why his hand was so obedient.

"Third master, thank you."

"Thank you for being so nice to me."

"In the future, no matter where you go, please be well, I wish you a smooth life and peace and security."

At this moment, the third master was stunned.

He just stood in place, and he didn't even feel when Song Qing withdrew from his arms.

Looking at the man standing in front of him, Song Qingzheng wanted to ask him what he liked to eat, and when he went to buy vegetables and cook, he saw the man standing in front of him disappear in an instant.

“……”

Looking at the empty courtyard, Song Qing was silent for a while.

"What's the matter, it's gone again."

Is she so suspicious?

It's so big, in addition to her own family, she has also hugged the third master and a man.

I feel disgusted!

A little careful stuffed!

?_?' She also wants to save face, okay?' (Sister, you're scaring your husband.) )

At this time, the courtyard was really quiet, and the breeze was blowing in my ears, and a few leaves were falling.

If it weren't for the long sword still stuck in the crack of the bluestone floor, Song Qing would have thought that this man had never appeared at all.

Looking at the long sword, Song raised his feet lightly and walked over.

This sword looks very wide and long, and the silver-white sword body glows with silver light, just by looking at it, you can know that this is a good sword.

Song Qing stretched out a hand and wanted to pull out the sword, but according to her assumption, it was naturally easy to lift it with one hand.

The truth is that there is no movement.

Forcefully, still not moving.

Continue to exert force, but still do not move.

Could it be stuck?

“……”

Song Qing finally used her hands, and then the sword finally loosened and was pulled out by her.

"it!"

"Why is it so heavy?"

Not to mention raising it with one hand, she only barely lifted the long sword a little with both hands.

Obviously it looks very light.,But it's heavy in your hand.,Just this sword.,It's almost as heavy as her.。。

I didn't expect that a sword could be so heavy, and it obviously looked so light, but it was too heavy to die.