"Ye Qingge, how dare you call me sick!" Bei Yueming, a man of ten thousand years of iceberg, said angrily. He was born noble and admired by thousands of people. How could he have ever been so insulted?
Qingge shrugged and said helplessly: "My lord, you said this yourself."
The moonlit night was deep, and the light breeze lifted up Qingge's green hair, covering half of her face covered with purple birthmarks. In an instant, the originally dull appearance suddenly became stunningly beautiful, like a brilliant diamond after processing, dazzling
Eye-catching.
For a moment, Bei Yueming was fascinated. But when the three thousand black hair fell on his shoulders again and the purple birthmark appeared again, Bei Yueming's eyes filled with disappointment again.
He stopped arguing with Qing Ge and turned around to get on the black gold carriage. The night was thick and he was distracted.
Ye Xue stood at the door, half of her face buried in the night. All of Bei Yueming's expressions just now fell into her eyes. The hands in her wide sleeves were tightly clenched. Ye Xue looked at Qing Ge with eyes like
Like a poisonous snake, it is dark and green.
She turned around and left, Qing Ge also sent Xiao Rufeng and Mo Xie into the carriage.
Qingge was about to cross the threshold, but a deep voice came from her ears.
"Long time no see, my sister's charm becomes even greater."
Qingge turned around and looked. In front of the stone pillar at the door, a man in a moon-white robe stood leaning against the pillar, with a salty smile on his lips. He had knife-cut temples, black hair and black eyes, and was as quiet as a ghost.
, as if born to be integrated with the dark night.
No trace at night!
"Ye Wuhen and Ye Shuiqin committed adultery..."
Qing Ge suddenly thought of Ye Yu's words, and looked at Ye Wuhen, whose eyes couldn't help but darken a little.
"The night was dark and the wind was high, so the young master was careful to duck his waist." Qingge said calmly.
Ye Wuhen: "..." What the hell is this?
Ye Wuhen gradually approached Qingge, and stopped a step away from Qingge. He raised his hand, and his generous palm passed through the air, as if he had exerted all his strength to slap Qingge on the face.
He sang quietly without any emotion, without frowning, his gaze remained unchanged, he was calm and calm, and he was not surprised by any changes.
The wind of his palm lifted up a piece of broken hair on Qingge's forehead, but Ye Wuhen's hand stopped on the side of Qingge's face and hooked a strand of green hair in front of his ear behind his ear.
Ye Wuhen leaned down and leaned close to Qingge's ear, and the hot air sprayed on Qingge's ear, "I'm looking forward to your performance at the Hairpin Ceremony tomorrow."
The sound fell, the afterimage passed by, Qing Ge raised his eyes, and the person in front of him had long since disappeared.
He comes and goes without a trace, his movements are extremely fast, and his strength is unfathomable.
Qingge looked at the bright moonlight, and an ice-blue crescent moon was reflected in her dark pupils, which was strange and deep.
Although she didn't know what Ye Wuhen was thinking or what conspiracy she had, things seemed to be getting more and more interesting...
Days.
The morning light is dim, the white color of fish belly appears in the east, a round of morning sun rises slowly, and the holy luster falls on the vast land, a vast and vast color.
Ever since Qing Ge came to the Four-Star Continent, he has been in the habit of running in the morning every day. He is sweating profusely and breaking through his own limits. It is so enjoyable.
After Qing Ge finished her run and took a shower, she changed into clean clothes. At this time, Lin Chen was walking in from outside, holding a tray in his hand. On top of the tray were several neatly folded clothes.
Lin Chen put the tray on the table and said: "Third Miss, these are the clothes sent by Young Master Xiao. I hope Miss can wear them tonight and during the Hairpin Ceremony."
"Thank you." Qingge said.
"Third Miss, I plan to leave here in a while and go out to practice. Maybe I won't come back in three to five years." Lin Chen hesitated for a while and said.
"Why?" Qing Ge was puzzled, "After the hairpin ceremony, grandpa will introduce you to the emperor, and your future will be bright and beautiful."
Lin Chen curled his lips and smiled refreshingly, "If the Great Elder really introduces me to the Emperor, with my current strength, the Emperor will definitely send someone to protect me, and those things are like a prison to me, so why not take this opportunity?
If I go out to make a fortune, even if I lose, I will be a good man again after eighteen years, at least I have no regrets.”
Qingge looked at him for a long time, then breathed out, "When will you tell grandpa about this?"
"I will tell the Great Elder in the next few days."
Lin Chen said: "I have an apprentice under me. Although he is cunning, he has a good heart and is very smart. After I leave, he may be able to help you, young lady."
"You don't have to do so much for me, you don't owe me anything at all."
Qingge walked to the table, carried a teapot, poured tea into a cup, poured a cup of tea, picked it up, and put it in Lin Chen's hand, "This is the snow leaf tea brought by Brother Mo. It's sweet and moist, drink it and see."
Lin Chen took the tea cup and took a sip while it was still scalding. He closed his eyes and felt the fragrance of tea lingering in his throat.
After drinking tea, Lin Chen lowered his head and spoke from the bottom of his heart, "Miss, I really don't owe you anything, I just want to be nice to you. Miss, you are so kind-hearted that people can't help but want to be nice to you."
Qingge was stunned, her fingers holding the tea cup couldn't help but tremble, a complicated feeling arose spontaneously, the coldness rose from the soles of her feet, and poured into Tianling Gai, her mind went blank, Qingge stood in front of the table in a daze,
At a loss.
After a while, Qingge sat down on the pear wood chair next to her and put her hands on the handles. Her eyes were a little dry and the scene in front of her was very blurry and unclear.
His eyes shifted little by little and fell on Lin Chen. His soft voice was mixed with hoarseness, "No, you are wrong, I am not kind, I am very vicious."
While killing people, talking and laughing, without blinking an eye, countless lives were wiped out in ashes, and the seemingly white hands were actually stained with blood that could not be washed away.
Qingge vaguely remembered that the first time she killed someone was when she was seven years old. At that time, she was holding a silent gun newly developed by the organization and facing the enemy, she really couldn't muster the courage to kill.
While she was hesitating, the gun in the enemy's hand penetrated her knee. Her eyes widened in pain, and she pulled the trigger in panic. The gun rang out silently, and the bullet penetrated the enemy's eyebrow...
From then on, she embarked on a lonely bloody road, with no flowers at the end and only thorns to accompany her to death.
"Perhaps my subordinate is wrong..."
Lin Chen's voice brought Qing Ge's consciousness back from the edge of memory, "However, no matter how many people the young lady kills, I only believe that they deserve to be killed."
Qingge looked at Lin Chen in surprise. The young man was tall and tall, wearing a gray old robe. He was as stable as a mountain. His eyebrows were delicate and his eyes were thin. His thin lips were tightly pursed. His brows were often frowned like distant mountains, as if he was troubled.
It has a different charm.
Lin Chen looked at Qing Ge indifferently. There was no other emotion in his black eyes. Like the stream under the bridge, it was surprisingly ordinary, calm, but very real.
No matter how many people you kill, they are the ones who deserve to be killed.
This sentence was still fresh in Qingge's mind even when he was dying.
Qingge didn't know how Lin Chen left, but she knew that she had another friend in need during her lifetime. (To be continued)