Chapter 917 There is a poor little 36 in my family
As soon as he entered the bed, the scent of a girl hit his face.
Yun Yiqing looked up at her, then stretched out his hand and carefully put his arm around her waist, "Sister, go to sleep."
Qing Wu was still sitting on the bedside with a slender waist. Hearing this, he put down the book in his hand and responded.
With a flick of his sleeve, the candle not far away was instantly extinguished.
In the darkness, the young man inside raised his lips and smiled. After she lay down, he moved closer to her. His hands were still around her waist, as intimate as ever.
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Looking at the twists and turns of the mountain road, Qingwu stood with his hands behind his back, looking independent from the world and full of fairy spirit.
"Really here?"
Bodhi patted his chest and assured, "Yeah, I won't be wrong. The headquarters of that force is in this mountain. Master, you just need to go forward, turn left at the first intersection, then turn right, and then left "Hua..."
She walked in the direction he pointed and found...
The end is a cliff!
"Master, just jump down."
She stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the bottomless, smoke-filled cliff, expressing doubts. She pursed her lips and pondered for a while, then jumped down.
Not long after, the sounds of panic and fighting came from the cave halfway up the cliff.
"Who is coming?!"
"Someone broke in! Go and notify...ah!"
After an hour, these voices gradually fell silent.
Qing Wu shook off the blood on his sword and walked out with an indifferent expression, hiding his merit and fame. Behind her was a group of uniformly dressed secret guards, lying in a mess on the cold ground. The smell of blood filled the entire cave, like purgatory.
She returned the same way and unexpectedly ran into a little trouble.
There was a man lying in the road, blocking her way.
She knelt down and looked at him casually.
This is a handsome-looking man with deep features, but his face is a little pale now, his breath is weak, and his black clothes are stained with blood.
Suddenly, the person on the ground opened his eyes and reached out to grab the hem of her skirt that was spread on the ground. "Save...me."
Mo Xu vaguely saw a person squatting in front of him. The jade pendant on that person's waist first caught his eye. From the angle of his sight, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he vaguely felt that she was a woman.
He suddenly made a sound, so frightened that Qingwu almost gave him a sword blow. But after he said this softly, he fainted.
She slapped his face with her sword and said, "Hey."
No response.
Bodhi told her at this time: "He is the war king, Mo Xu."
Qingwu thought about it carefully and asked uncertainly: "...a lucky man?"
"That's right."
"Oh."
Thinking of what happened just now, Bodhi thought for a moment and told her what he had discovered.
"Master, the force you just destroyed belongs to Mo Xu. The emperor originally planned to recruit him back to the capital next month, but he didn't expect that he would come back early and bring back the secret guards trained at the border."
In other words, the man in front of him is the leader of the group of secret guards.
At the same time, he was also the culprit who hurt her Zaizai.
Qing Wu lowered his eyes, raised his sword and stabbed him in the chest without hesitation, but when the sword was about to touch him, he encountered resistance. Not believing in evil, he pushed the sword in again, feeling the resistance was even greater.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Even if he can't kill Luck, why can't he kill her man?
So angry.
After staring at the half-dead man indifferently for a long time, she took off, dragging him to the side and hiding him in the dense jungle.
Uneasy, she cut some branches to cover him up and cleaned up the bloodstains on the roadside.
(End of chapter)