Qi Ying'er ignored one person - Fang Yunfei. Qi Ying'er's impression of this person is that he is a gentleman and has no real talents. Qi Ying'er knows even less about his father Fang Fugui, only that he is a Jiangnan giant. But he seems to have a lot to do with this series of things. Qi Ying'er didn't know that it was Fang Yunfei who saved Sun Qiao'er, nor did she know the relationship between Fang Yunfei and Qi Zhengqing, and Dingdong hadn't told him these things yet.

Ding Dong walked to the yard in despair, her steps were very heavy, not only because she was carrying Da Zhuang on her back, but also because Da Zhuang would never wake up.

At that time, she shook Da Zhuang vigorously, and he didn't wake up. Then she felt the sticky sensation on her hands, and then she smelled a strong smell of blood. Her eyes seemed to be opened, and her pupils dilated to an incredible degree. She finally noticed that Da Zhuang's face was paler than the moonlight, and his skin was cooler than ice. Ding Dong bit her lip desperately, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm, but she still couldn't calm down. She screamed, and then there was a damn headache! It was as if someone was stirring her brain with a stick! She fell to her knees beside the big strong bed, pain and sorrow turning to screams and tears!

She held her head and rolled on the ground! There was a voice in her heart—It's all you! It's all your fault! You evil spirit! Everyone has suffered because of you! You're a devilish woman! Everywhere you go, you're always causing others pain!

With a terrible scream, she fell to the ground and did not do anything.

Qi Ying'er was taken aback when she saw Ding Dong dragging her body from the yard, and when she stepped out of the house, she saw the blood on her body. His first reaction was that she was injured. He hurried over to Ding Dong, Ding Dong looked up at him, her face was full of tiredness, she looked too tired, as if there was no longer any strength left in her body.

Dingdong closed his eyes.

Qi Ying'er recognized Da Zhuang, and that day he watched Da Zhuang and Luo'er slowly walk away in a carriage. He could barely breathe when he found the hole in his chest, the most horrible wound he had ever seen, the wound had to contain the torn fabric of his clothes, the blood that flowed from it had dried up, but the smell of blood had not yet dissipated.

He looked at Da Zhuang in disbelief, he didn't know where to put Da Zhuang. There are now two unconscious people lying on the bed - Ling Quanfei and Ding Dong. He wouldn't be on the ground, he shouldn't be lying on the cold ground.

Qi Ying'er decisively tore off the straw curtains on the door and window, spread them on the ground, and then found a quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the straw curtains. He put Da Zhuang on the quilt, and he tore off the cover of another quilt and covered it over Da Zhuang's body.

When he had done this, he almost collapsed in his chair. He felt the exhaustion too, and it felt like a steel spear stabbed into your bones, making you miserable, and then draining all your strength as it pulled out.

It all came so suddenly.

Not long ago, he felt like he was about to find an answer, but now his mind was quickly jumbled. Who killed Da Zhuang? Why is Da Zhuang here? Qi Ying'er looked at Ding Dong lying on the bed, what did she go through? What can she tell me?

He knew that he could only do it on his own, but what could he do on his own? Do you still sit here and think carefully? But he can't even think calmly now. Qiao'er, Luo'er, Da Zhuang, Kong, Ling Quanfei, Mask Man, Fang Yunfei, Ding Dong, Shangguan Linglong...... Grandfather...... One by one, faces appeared in front of him, and he felt that the world was spinning. He asked himself, why, why did he become a swordsman, why did he embark on such a journey?

He asked himself if he regretted it?

He saw the sword on the table, and gripped it tightly until there was a glimmer of light in the sky.

Ling Quanfei and Dingdong still haven't woken up, and Da Zhuang is even less likely to wake up. Qi Ying'er was helpless, hesitant, sleepy, and hungry, but one of his faces was still full of blood. He had been calm for a long time, and now he sat on a stool like a stone statue, his hand still holding the sword tightly.

He had to seek help from others. But who can help him now? A dark shadow was reflected on the ground, and he kept circling around the yard, and then with a chirp, the black shadow was gone.

A petite figure suddenly walked in, and he watched the man walk in slowly, her voice like a bell, but she was crying.

She seemed to have been crying for a long time, her cry was very low, and she seemed to have no strength to cry.

Qi Ying'er narrowed her eyes and saw clearly who the person who came in, his throat gurgling, but he couldn't spit out the person's name. When the man knelt on the ground and gently lifted the cloth covering Da Zhuang's corpse, he said, "Luo'er...... Girl. ”

Luo'er's mouth was tightly pursed, and tears continued to pour out of her eyes, across her face, and down her chin to the back of Da Zhuang's pale and cold hand that she was holding. Qi Ying'er knew that this was not a fairy tale, and the dead would not come back to life because of a few tears. His first thought was how to comfort Luo'er, not why he was here.

He walked over, squatted down, slowly held Luo'er's hand, and said softly, "Miss Luo'er...... Please... Please don't be sad. ”

Luo'er shook her shoulders, and she slowly raised her head to look at Qi Ying'er. Qi Ying'er's heartache was even more real, he remembered Qiao'er crying, he couldn't bear to look at it, and he couldn't bear to let Luo'er suffer alone.

He hugged Luo'er, out of instinctive sympathy and pity. Luo'er also accepted his sympathy, and her tears dripped on Qi Ying'er's shoulders.

Luo'er finally stabilized her mood, Qi Ying'er poured him a cup of hot tea, and Luo'er said, "Thank you." ”

Qi Ying'er shook her head and said that this was what she should do, and he gradually knew how to take care of a person, especially a girl in pain. Luo'er is about the same age as himself, and staying with her is different from the feeling of being with Qiao'er - when he is with Qiao'er, although Qiao'er will always rely on himself newly, he always feels that Qiao'er takes care of him like a sister, and Luo'er is more like a little sister to himself, he almost instinctively wants to take care of her, he doesn't know if it's right to do this, he still has a very vague concept of the boundary between male and female love.

Qi Ying'er sat down in his seat, and he kept thinking about how to ask Luo'er questions, but what he didn't expect was that Luo'er spoke first: "I received her news and rushed over." ”

"Who's?" Qi Ying'er asked.

"Dingdong Girl's ......"

Qi Ying'er looked at Ding Dong lying on the bed and muttered, "Ding Dong......" It turned out that Qi Ying'er didn't know Ding Dong's name until Luo Er said it, and he didn't know until Luo Er said it, and he repeated this strange name on the side.

"Did Dingtone meet an enemy? Was he hurt?"

Qi Ying'er was surprised to find that Luo'er seemed to have come out of the pain caused by Da Zhuang's killing, and even if she didn't come out completely, she had already proved that she was a strong girl. Qi Ying'er couldn't help but secretly admire her. Qi Ying'er said, "I don't know what happened...... Qi Ying'er told Luo'er what happened last night. Luo'er looked at Ling Quanfei worriedly, and her sorrow made her frown: "I didn't expect Mr. Bai to ...... too"

"Don't worry, Uncle Ling is not in danger now, it's just ...... I don't know what he's hit right now*, it's a little too strong. ”

Hearing this, Luo'er seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Qi Ying'er said: "Miss Luo'er, I have a lot of questions I want to ask you now, can you tell me? If you don't want to answer, I won't force you to ......"

"Just ask, Brother Ying'er, I will tell you everything I know. ”

After Qi Ying'er heard this, she felt warm in her heart, I don't know if it was because of Luo'er's cooperation or the sentence "Brother Ying'er", or both.

He asked, "Miss Luo'er just said that it was the news of the hand-beaten Ding Dong girl?, what is going on at this time?" He was a little worried about whether he was too steady, and too unkind to Luo'er, who had just experienced the pain of losing his family.

But Lo'er answered his question earnestly, which impressed him even more.

Luo Er said, "Dingdong girl gave me an eagle before. ”

"Eagle?"

"Well, it's an eagle that has been domesticated by Dingdong for a long time, and it's very human. Ding-dong has a whistle in her hand, and this whistle blows very sharply, much like the call of an eagle. But just the whistle can't travel far, but when the whistle is blown, it makes a sound that is inaudible to the human ear, and it can travel far away. Dingtone told me that if she wanted me to find her, she would blow the whistle, and I would just follow the eagle to find her. ”

Qi Ying'er remembered the black shadow that kept swimming in the yard just now, which might have been reflected on the ground when the eagle was hovering in the air. He knew how Luo'er had come here, and the next question he wanted to ask was the first question he wanted to ask, but he didn't ask it first because he thought it was too abrupt.

"How did Miss Lorre know her?"

"She saved me. Almost without thinking, Luo Er replied.

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, and Luo'er continued to explain.

Six days ago, a major event happened in Cuixiang Building. Xiao Tie, the little servant of Cuixiang Building, was killed, but he did not leave any corpse or even blood. Kuizi, who saw everything, went crazy, and she and Da Zhuang were about to go to find another person who might know the truth, Tiaozi, when they suddenly noticed something strange about Shibaya. Just when Da Zhuang entered the house to check, Luo'er's eyes suddenly turned bright red. It was only later that he realized that it was a person's robe, and before she fell unconscious, he saw that the person's face clearly, it was Kuizi.

When Luo'er woke up again, she found herself on a bed with a faint tendency. Then she realized that it was not a bed, but in a large carriage.

The carriage was spacious, she could lie freely in it, and she could even roll around. It's just that she can't lie down as she wants, because her hands and feet are already firmly tied behind her back, and she realizes that she has been kidnapped.