Han Qing passed through the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and slashed at a man in black with his knife. The latter dodged, but he cut him in half in the air.
Golden osmanthus flowers fell from the air, accompanied by a scarlet blood mist. More men in black rushed up, attacking him from front, back, left and right.
A contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of Han Qing's mouth, and he stepped forward. Killing one person at a time, he chopped down the black clothes one by one like sorghum.
More and more people in black clothes came, circling around him like flies. However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not get closer than three feet to Han Qing.
The light of the sword is sharp and the falling flowers are like rain.
In the blink of an eye, the encirclement formed by the men in black was cleared by Han Qing. Regardless of the opponents behind him and beside him who were hurriedly retreating, he raised his head and waved gently to the person standing on the attic, "Ye Nuxia, don't be afraid.
,I am here."
A feeling of happiness surged through Ye Qinglian's body instantly. She tried her best to move her feet and rushed towards Han Qing. However, a cold force came from her waist, and in an instant, she was pulled back to the attic.
It was a huge chain, tightly locked around her waist. And at the other end of the chain was a Taihu stone weighing ten thousand kilograms!
"Stop dreaming, she can't save you." Master Yu Bolian's body suddenly emerged from the Taihu stone. Holding a sword, he jumped down next to her body.
"Inspector Han, be careful—" Ye Qinglian was so anxious that she shouted a warning at the top of her voice.
The next moment, the knife in Han Qing's hand suddenly turned into a spear, and with one shot, Yu Bolian was stabbed to the core.
"Master——" In an instant, Ye Qinglian was heartbroken, crying and threw herself at Yu Bolian. The chain behind her suddenly broke, and under the ten-foot-high attic, Han Qing's body and Yu Bolian's body disappeared at the same time. The ground cracked, revealing
A vast abyss!
"Qing'er, master is here! Wake up, you are dreaming!" Yu Bolian's voice sounded from the bottom of the abyss again, and then her figure reappeared. There was no trace of flesh and blood on her body, only white bones!
"Ah——" Ye Qinglian was startled and struggled instinctively, but was hugged tightly by the withered bones.
She gradually became breathless, but then she heard Yu Bolian laughing and scolding, "You girl, you still call me Master in your dreams. It's a good thing that Master loves you!"
"I..." Ye Qinglian struggled and turned her head, and the abyss and dead bones disappeared. What caught her eyes was Master Yu Bolian's "kind" smile.
Surrounding it are gauze tents decorated with pearls.
"Master—" Ye Qinglian finally realized that she was dreaming just now, and struggled hard to get out of Yu Bolian's arms. However, her hands and feet were as soft as cotton.
"Don't move, you're too tired, lie down a little longer!" Yu Bolian tightened her arms with a smile, and whispered like a loving mother, "Come here, bring Qing'er some ginseng soup!"
"Yes!" A woman agreed delicately, and immediately, a strong medicinal fragrance penetrated Ye Qinglian's nostrils.
‘Ruanjinsan!’ The warning sign immediately jumped in her heart. With many years of experience in using poisons, she immediately recognized that special “seasonings” had been added to the ginseng soup.
Instinctively, he opened his arms and tried to push Yu Bolian aside. But the other party's voice came to his ears again, gentle, but cold, like a golden krait spitting out a message under the night, "Good boy, don't move."
.Drink the ginseng soup and take some nourishment. Master doesn’t want those rough-and-tumble men outside to come in and feed you.”
"You, you, you are my master!" Ye Qinglian's body stiffened instantly, and then she could no longer muster any strength.
"Good boy, Master is doing it for your own good. Come on, open your mouth!" Yu Bolian let go of Ye Qinglian with a smile, took the ginseng soup from the maid's hand, and put the spoon into Ye Qinglian's mouth. Kindness and viciousness were intertwined in his eyes.
