Xiahou Qing twitched almost invisible, and his charming phoenix eyes were bottomless: "Aren't you coming to me?"

Is it not that she came to Tianyin Pavilion to see him?

Gu Yanfei was a honest child and answered honestly: "I'm here to watch the show."

Xiahou Qing looked at her deeply with a demonic smile.

Gu Yanfei also looked at Xiahou Qing with a faint smile.

The two looked at each other quietly.

Xiahou Qing narrowed his shimmering black eyes and looked at Gu Yanfei with a deep gaze.

Her expression was extremely relaxed and her attitude was casual.

Unlike other people who saw him, they always couldn't hide their fear, disgust, nervousness, and nervousness in their eyes.

It seems like this has been since the last time we met.

She is not afraid of him.

In her eyes, he seemed to be no different from thousands of sentient beings.

In the elegant seat, I was silent for a moment, and I could only hear the babbling sounds of actors outside and the slow drum strings coming from the lobby on the first floor.

Xiahou Qing casually turned the blood ring on his finger and slowly said four words:

"The saint is sick."

He said just one sentence and stopped talking. A few strange lights flowed under his eyes.

She said last time that the Emperor Star was dim and the saint would get seriously ill in a month...

And now less than a month ago, the saint became sick.

The atmosphere in the elegant seat suddenly fell, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Xiahou Qing's left hand, wearing a blood ring, punched her gently on the window sill twice, as if she was impatient or intimidating, and her movement was not large.

The next moment, the music outside came to an abrupt end, and all the actors on the stage were silent, as if they were sucked away by some magic.

This sudden silence gives people a strange feeling.

The audience in the lobby below didn't know what was going on, looked at each other in surprise, and then started to clamor in groups of three or three.

Gu Yanfei was still leaning lazily against the window sill, holding his cheek with his right fist, and not even moving his eyebrows. He said lightly: "I said it for a month, it's a month."

"If the saints of your country are sick now, they must be pretending to be sick."

"Oh?" Xiahou Qing's eyes flashed with a dangerous cold light, neither saying he believed nor saying he didn't believe him.

"Come on, I'll do it for you." Gu Yanfei took out the compass from his cuff with his fingers, pinching his fingers at him with his other hand, smiling half-bent his eyes, and his face was a bit playful, and he looked like a charlatan.

Xiahou Qing released a frozen cold air all over her body, and she knocked at the window threshold again without saying a word.

After knocking twice, it was not only the sound of opera, but also the sound of the guests could not hear.

The huge Tianyin Pavilion is filled with stagnant silence, which contrasts sharply with the previous lively and noisy.

The surroundings were so quiet that the needle could be heard, as if an invisible barrier had separated the elegant seat from the surroundings, and as if others had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It seems that only Gu Yanfei and Xiahou Qing are left here.

The silence continued, as if he was silently telling Gu Yanfei that this was his territory of Xiahou Qing.

Since she chose to step in, her life and death were not decided by her.

"Forget it." Xiahou Qing stared at her, and his bloody thin lips bent out of a curve that looked like a smile, like a bloody moon, exuding an unknown aura.

Gu Yanfei sighed leisurely, thinking that she should talk to Wei Jiaoniang next time, and they should change places to watch the show in the future.

What a pity, the operas here are indeed well sung.

She fiddled with the compass, and the pointer on the compass quickly turned.

Xiahou Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the left hand that had just knocked over the window sill, frowned, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the slender fingers as long as jade.

The surroundings are quieter.

The pointer turned rapidly, making a slight sound similar to the vibration of wings.

The speed of the pointer changes from fast to slow...

Then, the thin pointer broke from the middle, and the tip of the needle gently fell on the compass, while the remaining half of the pointer was still rotating...

Huh? Gu Yanfei raised his eyebrows, and there was a rare look of astonishment between his eyebrows.

She looked at him, sighed, revealing a one-sided smile, and said quietly: "That...if I say, this is God's will, do you believe it?"

"What do you think?" Xiahou Qing asked back, and casually grabbed the handkerchief in his hand and rubbed it.

His knuckles chuckled, but his beautiful and enchanting face was smiling, and his slightly phoenix eyes were filled with gloomy evil charm.

Gu Yanfei shook his head honestly, rubbed his index finger and thought to himself.

Not to mention Xiahou Qing, even she herself didn't believe it. Why did the pointer break at this time?

What did she think of this compass last time?

She lowered her eyes and thought, her eyes turned, and suddenly she felt dark before her eyes, as if a cloud of clouds came.

When he looked up again, he saw Xiahou Qing standing up at some point, leaning forward with his upper body leaning towards her, and the red ribbon with his hair was hanging down, just like a blood mark on his cheek, strange and dangerous.

In the blink of an eye, the two were only two inches apart.

She could see the fine hairs on his fair and porcelain-like skin;

She could feel his cold breath;

Her hand was so close that she could touch his scarlet luck as long as she moved forward half an inch...

Gu Yanfei's fingers curled up restlessly, ready to move.

"Is it fun to play with me?" Xiahou Qing said slowly word by word, with a strange and dazzling smile on his face. When he spoke, the cold breath stroked her cheeks as if nothing had happened, like a ghost.

"Miss Gu Er."

He pointed out Gu Yanfei's identity in one word, and told her clearly that he had checked her wealth and background clearly, and that the monk could not run away from the temple.

"Or, what tricks do you have to convince me today?"

As he said that, Xiahou Qing approached Gu Yanfei one inch more, and his eyes, which seemed to be boundless darkness, was staring at her with murderous aura.

His left hand, wearing the blood ring, was placed on the window again, as if he would give instructions to his subordinates who were hiding in the darkness the next moment.

And this time, he will kill her!

"The temper is still so bad!" Gu Yanfei raised his eyebrows and muttered in sighs, complaining, but he was fearless.

"Hmm?" Xiahou Qing narrowed his charming eyes.

"Heavy..." Gu Yanfei wanted to say that she would do it again, but suddenly noticed that the corners of his eyes were covered with blood and the whites were slightly blue. He then raised his hand to put the pulse of his right wrist, and felt that his tentacles were cold.

She asked casually: "Are you sick?"

She wanted to please herself?! Xiahou Qing stared at Gu Yanfei's expression change closely, her eyes cold, and she gave a charming and sarcastic smile.

Gu Yanfei didn't expect him to answer, feeling the pulse below his fingers, and still muttered to himself: "The Yang energy is insufficient, the Du meridian is blocked, and even the Yin and Yang are unbalanced. If the Yang is deficient, the Yin is strong..."

Gu Yanfei said lyricsly.

She had never seen Xiahou Qing's pulse before.

The Ren meridian is responsible for blood and is the sea of ​​the Yin meridian; the Du meridian is responsible for qi and is the sea of ​​the Yang meridian.

A young man in his twenties is at his right time. He should have strong yang energy, so how can he lose yang and become strong?

Halfway through this, Xiahou Qing's face changed completely, his smile was frozen by his lips, and the Tianshan Mountains, whose eyes were like ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years, were in great murderous intent.

She is so brave, she dares...

The scarlet luck around him also gushed, like a sea of ​​fire in the dark night raging wildly, so crazy and so weird, with a decisive determination to destroy the world.

This man really turned his back on his face and had a bad temper. Gu Yanfei muttered in his heart and reached out to touch the sword.

Why!

This elegant seat is too small, just like the pavilion on the village, making her feel restricted. She must find a bigger place next time!

"Meow!"

A full cat moan rang out. The next moment, the three-cat cat, who was full of wine and food, came from the lobby downstairs on the eaves and walls again, still in a fairy style, landing lightly on the table.

The cat didn't pay attention to Xiahou Qing at all. He turned his back to him and "meowed" him at Gu Yanfei, and announced with satisfaction: It's full!

Xiahou Qing didn't care about a kitten at all. The hand wearing a blood ring crossed the table and attacked Gu Yanfei...

The cat heard the movement behind him, turned his head suddenly and "meowed" in confusion. The green cat eyes shone brightly, just in time to meet Xiahouqing's phoenix eyes, which seemed to be dyed with blood.

When a person and a cat looked at each other, Xiahou Qing's left hand stopped in mid-air, and his almost crazy eyes fixed on the charming and charming cat eyes.

At this moment, time seemed to stop.

Xiahou Qing, who was standing, was a much taller than the three-cake cat squatting on the table. His forward-looking body casts a shadow on the cat's body, and also brings an invisible sense of oppression.
To be continued...