"You really treat me as a little miracle doctor, how do I know what Qihuang technique, do you still remember the dragon scale that Chi Yu gave me at the beginning?"

Qingya spread out his hands, several scabbed blood marks in his palms were staggered on his skin, and within a day, Qingya's right hand could be regarded as a crime.

She didn't blame him for using dragon scales on a strange woman, she knew what Qingya was like. Even if it was an irrelevant person, he would help, not to mention that Qingya thought that all this was caused by him.

"Qingya, if you can't get her back today, I hope you don't feel guilty, it's not your fault, it's their disregard for the safety of the people, you have no reason to bear these pressures, you know? Sometimes, your kindness can get in your way. ”

When the scar recovered, Qingya kept feeling itchy in her palm, and Hua Qing'er pressed her palm tightly against Qingya's palm, leaving no gap. With a hint of soft and cool touch, like a spring breeze.

After being silent for a long time, neither of them spoke, nor did they take their hands away, just quietly feeling your temperature, and seeing your face right in front of my eyes, it was worth a thousand words.

Although she didn't add makeup today, and her face still had a hasty afterglow after a life-and-death battle, she was still so beautiful, just like the light she saw in a dark corner many years ago.

And she was also looking at him, although Qingya didn't know what she was thinking, but she never avoided her gaze.

"Hey," Hua Qing'er gently interrupted his gaze.

"Huh?" He pretended not to understand, still looking at him.

"I'm here to call you to eat, if you continue to look like this, we're going to drink the northwest wind."

Although cultivators are not as hungry as ordinary people, for some people, three meals a day is no longer just about filling their stomachs, but also about sitting with important people around them and spending a leisurely time, which has more meaning than eating itself.

The sun, which had been hidden under the thick clouds for a whole day, revealed itself at dusk. As the sun sets, the afterglow sprinkles on the clouds, as if igniting a large piece of cotton, the clouds turn from white to orange-red, and from orange-red to rose-red, and the brilliant sunset urges the people returning home to speed up their pace, even if it is a moment of life and death, today will still pass as ordinary days.

Ordinary people also live ordinary lives as usual.

Pushing open the door again, the room was a little dim, Qingya did not have a palm lamp, the sunset fell on her quilt through the gap in the window, the woman on the bed was still sleeping quietly, and her long breathing told Qingya that she had recovered her health.

Qingya took a pen and wrote a note and put it next to her pillow, so as not to panic when she woke up and couldn't see anyone.

Despite the heavy casualties among the Assassins, Aoya feared that they would kill one more, so he left him in his room. If there is really another uninvited guest, Qing Ming will protect her safety.

Di Xi is reluctant to stay in the sword, although she has no body, she is still full of curiosity about the outside world, and the huge power that Qingya has erupted today makes her very interested, this small human being, there are too many secrets, which makes Di Xi have a trace of expectation for his future.

Jumping on Qingya's shoulder, Di Xi lay on his body lazily and set off with a swagger, no one else could see him anyway.

"Senior, if I can't block that arrow today, will you shoot?"

Walking out of the courtyard gate, Qingya asked a little redundantly. ”

"No, since you want to fight with your own strength, then you must have the awareness that you may die at any time, if you know that someone will come to help you out, can you still stimulate your potential?"

Di Xi looked at the various vendors on the street, but he didn't even look at Qingya.

The official sedan chairs coming and going on the streets of Dongshi all show the extraordinary nature of their identities, but Qingya didn't pay attention to it, he just wanted to eat now.

But what he didn't expect was that tonight's chef was not Qiu Chiyu, when he walked into the inner courtyard of Qixia Mansion, he immediately felt a hot air rushing towards him, and at the same time, a pungent smell of meat also surrounded him.

There were several grills in the courtyard, and the charcoal fire on the grills was blazing, and a few lambs were wearing hot oil on iron skewers.

Several housekeepers squatted next to the grill and kept turning the wooden handle of the iron skewer, and as the lamb on the grill kept flipping, the full aroma of the meat became more intense.

Wearing an apron and gloves on his hands, Tanashushu was flying back and forth between several grills. She kept brushing all kinds of spices on each roasted whole sheep, and she also had to find time to cook all kinds of vegetables and fruits side dishes, and she seemed to be a little too busy to turn around.

I didn't expect her to be the chef tonight.

"Miss Shushu, let me help you."

Hua Qing'er put on an apron, picked up a kitchen knife, and skillfully cut potatoes and onions and other side dishes. Somewhat unexpectedly, Hua Qing'er's knife work turned out to be so easy.

She chops vegetables quickly and at a steady pace, and the shredded potatoes are slender and the size is the same, and sure enough, each snack has the potential to grow into a generation of celebrity chefs.

The sky is completely dark, and on the night of the first sunny day after the snow, Chang'an City is more lively, and people have stepped out of their homes, stepping on the snow, and traveling at night with candles. All the shops and vendors are also open to welcome customers, and the sales are endless, and the calm of last night is only for a moment, and Chang'an is still that Chang'an.

Just like time will heal wounds, a heavy snowfall cannot stop the prosperity of Chang'an.

The small courtyard of the East City was still very quiet, there were a few noises in the dim room, and a pair of bright eyes woke up in the night.

The free consciousness has not yet recovered, and the memory is a little blurry, as if he has been asleep for a long, long time, so long that it is obviously yesterday, but it seems to be a lifetime apart.

It's a strange place, but it's a little familiar.

As her brain gradually became clear, her vague memories gradually became clearer, and she could see her environment clearly through the light from the window.

"Huh."

She couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh, and she didn't expect that she was going around in circles and returning to this place.

The thought of running away from here in the morning and waking up in bed here at night makes one sigh at the impermanence of fate.

That's right, Qingya spent a lot of effort and did not hesitate to use the dragon scales to save the woman, who was the one who used the shadow magic to take Qingya's life this morning.

The prestige of the Tang Gate in Shuzhong is spread far and wide, and there has been a saying in the rivers and lakes that "Ning provokes the king of Yama, and does not provoke the Tang Gate". Because the disciples of the Tang Sect are very united, if one person is hurt outside, all the disciples in the sect will take endless revenge on that person.

The disciples of the Tang Sect have always been proficient in various assassination techniques, and they are also quite good at poisoning, and people often become their prey inadvertently.

Therefore, Tangmen has also become the largest assassination organization on the rivers and lakes, as long as the money given is enough, they can solve all the troubles for their employers.

They are not righteous or evil, but their strength is also very strong, so both good and evil do not want to provoke them, but they have also gained a firm foothold in the rivers and lakes.

But many people don't know that the biggest employer behind the Tang Sect is the current dynasty.

Some time ago, the clan received an order from the emperor to go to Chang'an to assassinate a disciple of Xuanmen who was not as good as Jindan, the emperor did not tell them which sect and sect this person was a disciple in the secret order, if they knew that the target of their assassination was the person who fell from the sky, then they had to weigh whether they could afford the divine power of the skyfall.

They traveled day and night, but in just three days, they came from Shu to Chang'an.

Once, she stumbled into a ruins under the snow-capped mountains in the westernmost part of Shu Land, where the blue clouds were shrouded, but she couldn't identify the ruins left by what era. And in that cave, she didn't take a few steps before an unknown force teleported out, but she left a jade slip in her hand, which recorded the art of the shadow.

Later, she tried to find the entrance to the ruins again several times, but each time it was in vain, and it was as if it had disappeared from the world.

After she devoted herself to cultivation and mastered the Imperial Shadow, she made several extremely difficult assassination commissions one after another, and she also became the leader of the new generation of disciples.

This time, the target is just a monk in the foundation building period, and there will be no problems.

But it was this monk in the foundation building period, just one blow was enough to take his own life, if it weren't for the shadow technique, he would have died on the spot.

The damage taken by the shadow will be returned to her as it is, and even if she has used all her spiritual power for defense, all functions will still be destroyed in an instant.

She did not dare to return to her companions, because it was already an even more terrible place.

She stumbled down the street dragging her mangled body, she didn't know where she was going, she just wanted to get as far away as possible from her companion's hiding place and the man's compound.

Moreover, she could feel that her life was being lost, and she knew that she would soon die. And just as she was leaning against a corner of the wall to catch her breath, a loud bang whistled by, and now she was very sluggish, and before she could react, she was crushed under the rubble of the collapsed house, and then she lost consciousness.

Who would have thought that when she woke up again, she would return to this nightmare house.

She saw the paper that was lying next to her pillow, and when she picked it up, she saw a few lines of neat small letters written on it:

"Girl, don't be scared when you wake up, your injuries are healed. This is my room, it's safe, you can continue to rest here, and after a while, I'll come back to see you. ”