Night is coming

The door of the house was still closed, and Qin Yuan listened attentively, without making a sound. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Qin Yuan looked at the wind around him, his face was no longer the smile just now, and turned solemn.

After another while, Qin Yiyang still didn't reply.

"Father-in-law, how is Brother Liao doing now?" Qin Yuan was impatient, stepped forward and knocked on the door, and asked softly.

It's still as quiet as ever.

Qin Yuan only felt a gust of wind passing by his face, and the door of the house was already wide open. Qin Yuan immediately entered the room and saw a familiar figure in front of him, it turned out that the wind did not let him rush in.

There was a strong smell of blood wafting in the room, which made Qin Yuan feel depressed for a while, and he slowed down for two times before looking into the house, and as far as his eyes could see, he was speechless in surprise. His father-in-law, Qin Yiyang, the owner of Xiaojian Mountain Villa, actually fell in a pool of blood. And Liao Zheng had already bled and died on the bed, and his death was no different from what he saw in Qin Yiyang's residence. Qin Yuanbei came from it, stepped forward to help his father, and looked at the blood stained on his body, helpless. Suddenly, he remembered that the wind around him was not in vain.

"Uncle Feng, save my father-in-law!" Qin Yuan was confused, and his request turned into an order.

"It's not a big deal!" Since entering the door, the wind has been in vain. Except for the slight surprise at the beginning, but at this moment, his face has long been calm, staring indifferently at everything in front of him.

"Really?" Qin Yuan carefully checked his father-in-law's injuries and found that the blood stains on his body were not caused by external injuries, but almost all of them came from others. Qin Yuan secretly admired in his heart, he was only a stone's throw away from his father-in-law, and he didn't even notice that the eyes of the head of the wind were really sharp. But... Just thinking about it, Qin Yuan suddenly felt that he was "flying" out of the door like a cloud, and his father-in-law was still firmly in his arms.

"Let's find someone!" The wind flicked the sleeves of the robe and walked away. When the figure gradually moved away, his unique voice came leisurely: "Brother Qin recuperates with peace of mind, and the younger brother will come to visit another day!"

After the wind was gone, Qin Yuan and Lao Yu were busy all the time, and Qin Yiyang finally woke up.

"Daddy..."The first thing Qin Yiyang saw was his daughter's worried eyes.

"Wan'er..."Qin Yiyang responded, looked at the people around him, and suddenly turned over and sat up, as if talking to himself, and as if asking Qin Wanxi: "Why am I here?"

"Father-in-law, just now you treated Brother Liao, but I don't know how to faint!" Qin Yuan explained.

"Brother Liao?" Qin Yiyang asked confusedly?

"Oh, it's Liao Zheng, but he's gone..."Qin Yuan remembered the tragic situation when Liao Zheng died, and hung his head sadly.

"Liao Zheng, Liao Zheng?" Qin Yiyang was once again confused.

Qin Yuan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly thought: Although Qin Sheng has reconciled with himself, after all, he is just a dispensable person in the village, and it is understandable if his father-in-law does not remember. But Liao Zheng is a capable man in Zhuangzhong, and he usually has a lot of dealings with his father-in-law, why can't he even remember his father-in-law?

"Father-in-law, his nickname is 'Heavy Sword Tai Sui', and he also has a younger son named Xun'er. Qin Yuan was unwilling to be forgotten by his father-in-law, and patiently helped him recall, but he couldn't see any hope in his eyes.

"Maybe it's too tired, let Daddy rest first!" Qin Wanxi and Qin Yuan looked at each other, winked, and said.

Qin Yuan comprehended and knew that it was not appropriate to say much at this moment, so he served Qin Yiyang to lie down and rest, and retreated with Qin Wanxi.

"Senior sister, do you feel that your stepfather is a little forgetful?" After walking a few steps, Qin Yuan turned around and asked.

"Senior brother, don't think about it, the affairs in the village have been complicated recently, and it's not surprising that Daddy can't think of it for a while!" Qin Wanxi didn't think that there was anything unusual about her father.

"I hope so!" Qin Yuan said silently, but there was a cloud of doubts in his heart: If it is said that Qin Sheng's death has anything to do with his father-in-law, it is still unknown, but when Liao Zheng died, it was indeed only his father-in-law present, how can this be explained? Qin Yuan wanted to tell Qin Wanxi his doubts in his heart, but he was afraid of causing a misunderstanding, so he could only put it in his heart for the time being, and went alone depressed.

Qin Wanxi was also a little puzzled and surprised by her senior brother's worries, and sighed softly towards Qin Yuan's back.

When it was time to hold the lamp, Qin Yuan's brothers and sisters went to visit their father together. After only half a day's rest, Qin Yiyang returned to normal and had returned to his residence. Qin Yuan and the others sat around him, chatting casually. Seeing that his father-in-law was in good spirits, Qin Yuan couldn't help but think of the "prophecy" that was not in vain, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

"Brother Qin, little brother is here again!" A unique voice came in with a knock on the door.

Qin Yuan smiled dumbly, he really thought about Cao Cao. The head of the wind did not break his promise, and according to his previous agreement, he came to visit again.

Qin Wanxi twisted her head to the side and turned a deaf ear. Qin Yuan was puzzled, so he had to step forward and open the door.

"I've seen the head of the wind!Hey! Ling'er is here too!" Qin Yuan clasped his fists and saluted, but unexpectedly found that Feng Ling was standing behind Feng Bufu.

Feng Ling nodded slightly, walked into the house with the wind, said Wanfu to Qin Yiyang, and sat down generously.

"Daddy, Wan'er suddenly remembered that there were still some things to do, so she went back first!" Hearing that the wind spirit was coming, Qin Wanxi was shocked, and she was about to leave immediately.

"Uncle Feng, I'll go with Sister Wan'er, maybe I can help somewhat!" Feng Ling seemed to see through everything and demanded.

"Don't work for Ling'er..."Qin Wanxi didn't want to stay with Feng Ling, and excused herself.

"Okay, let's go together!" Feng's response made Qin Wanxi resentful, and she had no choice but to walk out of the door with Feng Ling.

As soon as Qin Wanxi went out, there was wind under her feet, and she wanted to get rid of her with her light body kung fu, which was a cut above the wind spirit. But he didn't expect to pass through several courtyards in a row, and Feng Ling still followed closely behind him, occasionally grabbing the side and laughing at Qin Wanxi. Qin Wanxi guessed that Feng Ling must have hidden her kung fu, how could she not know kung fu if she was the daughter of the first swordsman in the rivers and lakes! Qin Wanxi knew that she was careless, so she simply stopped and turned around. The distance between the two was only five steps away, and Qin Wanxi suddenly came this time, seeing that the two were about to collide together. The wind spirit was not frightened, his feet were displaced, his body rotated, and when the breeze passed, the wind spirit flashed behind Qin Wanxi.

"What a handsome skill!" Qin Wanxi did not turn around, and said half appreciatively and half sarcastically.

"Sister Wan, I'm smiling at you!" Feng Ling patted Qin Wanxi's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Sister's kung fu may not be as good as yours!" Qin Wanxi said coldly, not waiting for Feng Ling's hand to touch her clothes, her left hand took Feng Ling's right hand, and she used twenty-four small grappling techniques, and her body turned sharply to the left.

"Sister Wan, do you want to compete with me with this move?" Feng Ling was not afraid at all, and his body flew in the air with the changes in Qin Wanxi's arm, like a white lotus blooming in the dark night, falling steadily to the ground.

In the darkness of the night, the hands of the two girls were tightly clasped together.