Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

"Hmph, three moves are enough." After saying that, Ji Bailang punched viciously.

Cui Bolang should have practiced a kind of hard kung fu of the desert that wins with strength. It is probably no problem to deal with ordinary martial arts people. After all, his strength lies there, but Yan Qiao Tianxiu's dexterous kung fu is to win quickly. Whether it's jumping or attacking, they are all made stronger by the kung fu of Que Bolang.

Therefore, the outcome of the duel between the two has already been predicted. Ji Bailang's hands almost never touch Yan Qiaotian's body. Ji Bailang even suspected that his opponent was not a human but a ghost, otherwise how could his movements be so weird?

However, after only a dozen or so moves, Cui Bailang was pushed to the ground by Yan Qiaotian's palm force, and there was faint blood on the corner of his mouth.

Ji Bailang supported his body with one hand, stared at Yan Qiaotian with incredulous eyes and said, "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

"Hmph, remember, the martial arts in the Central Plains are only fast, you are too slow, so losing is inevitable." Yan Qiaotian drew the Qingming Sword from his waist, pointed it at the opponent's face, and said, "Now you can choose Whatever way you die, I will definitely satisfy you."

"Hmph, kill as you want, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Cui Bailang turned his face away from him, his expression seemed very stubborn.

Yan Qiaotian couldn't help hesitating in his heart. Ever since he stepped into the martial arts world, he felt admiration for this kind of person who regards death as his home, so his hand holding the sword couldn't help hesitating.

That Tubai Lang probably saw Yan Qiaotian's hesitation, he reached into his clothes without a trace, and suddenly shot, a black thing rushed towards Yan Qiaotian.

Yan Qiaotian's Qingming sword tilted slightly, and chopped the three-pointed star to the ground. Before Yan Qiaotian could see what it was, Ji Bailang immediately got up from the ground and walked out the door. He rushed, but his speed was not fast. Before he reached the door, Yan Qiaotian's Qingming Sword had already pierced his chest, and a stream of blood gushed out from his chest. The sentence "Come here" finally ended in his mouth.

Yan Qiaotian watched him fall down slowly, walked to him unhurriedly, pulled out the Qingming Sword, wiped it clean with Ji Bailang's clothes, and then carefully inserted it into his waist. After everything was done, he After tidying up his clothes, he looked down at the dead body of Ji Bailang, and said coldly: "If you have the heart to be kind, maybe I will let you go like I let you go, but you just want to let go of yourself." Looking for a way to die."

Yan Qiaotian turned his head to look into the bathtub, and when he felt that there was no opening, he sneaked into the night again. At this time, there was still a person waiting for him in his room.

When he went back to the house, the journey went smoothly, and Yan Qiaotian didn't find anyone following him. When he returned to the house, he saw Wu Fuqian still lying on the table in his original form. Yan Qiaotian walked slowly to Wu Fuqian. Behind him, he lightly released his sleeping acupoint.

Wu Fuqian's body moved unconsciously, probably because he stayed in the same posture for too long, so he couldn't help but slammed his tongue and said, "It's broken, the waist is going to be broken."

Yan Qiaotian was behind him and asked: "Eldest young master, you have slept for a long time, you should go back, Xiao Lang still wants to rest."

Wu Fuqian straightened his body, rubbed his temples, and said lightly: "What time is it? Have I been sleeping here?"

Yan Qiaotian walked slowly across to Wu Fuqian, sat down cautiously, stared at Wu Fuqian's reddish eyes, and said, "Oh, I don't know how long I've been asleep, anyway, I just let me call you Young Master, but Young Master won't wake up." , I can't help it either."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I go too far today? If I go too far with Xiao Lang, I hope Xiao Lang doesn't care about it, and don't break up with me in the future." Wu Fu stood up, rubbed his temples again, and shook the chaotic hair. Then he supported the table with one hand and said, "Oh, I shouldn't drink, I don't know how to drink, but I have to ask you to drink with me, it's really... Sigh."

"Young master doesn't know how to drink?" Yan Qiaotian asked in surprise.

"Hmph, yes, I used to, but now I drink less. Xiao Lang doesn't drink, how can I drink alone?" Wu Fuqian finished speaking, looked up at Yan Qiaotian, and then turned around to leave the room, but he just When he reached the door, he stopped again and said softly, "It will be half a month later, can we watch the moon together?"

"Is the young master talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival? At that time, Xiao Lang had already returned home. There must be someone in this mansion willing to watch the moon with the young master." Yan Qiaotian said flatly.

Wu Fuqian did not turn his head, but shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "Yes, you have already gone home, even for me, you will never stay."

"Xiao Lang is very happy. The young master can understand Xiao Lang's painstaking efforts. This filial piety should be done." Yan Qiaotian said with her head bowed.

"Hmph, yes, filial piety is always done, so I will go out for a long time in two days. When I come back, Xiao Lang will not be there." Wu Fuqian finished speaking, and left Yan Qiaotian's room with a light smile .

Yan Qiaotian looked at the empty flagon on the table, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed. He reached for the flagon and slowly raised it in front of him. Suddenly, a strange smell came into his mind. What is it?Drugged?It is a drug from the Western Regions.

Yan Qiaotian put down the jug, stood up quickly, looked up at the direction where Wu Fuqian disappeared, his eyes were full of doubts.

He didn't understand that this drug was a special drug from the Western Regions. Yan Qiaotian had seen people fall victim to it before. There was no need for an antidote for this drug, and it would disappear on its own after an hour. But people who were drugged, You will lose your mind, and most of the words you say can’t be remembered clearly after you wake up. When you are addicted to drugs, most of the words spoken by these drugged people come from the heart, but it does not rule out that sometimes the will is enough. Firm, no matter how can not tell the truth out of the situation.

Yan Qiaotian put the empty jug on the table, he sighed deeply, and then sat down slowly, his mood fell for no reason, he always felt that there was something abnormal somewhere in his heart, but Yan Qiaotian Tian still chooses to ignore all this and ignore this strange feeling.

Before dawn the next day, the Aotian Gate was already very lively, even Yan Qiaotian, a remote courtyard, could hear Wu Qiong's roar outside.

"Who the hell is it? Come to my Aotianmen again and again. I really feel that Aotianmen is a hotel. I come and go as soon as I say it. Quick, quick, find someone to help me find out who killed Lang. Lisha?" As soon as Wu Qiong's voice fell, he heard many footsteps, the bathing pool was not far from Yan Qiaotian's house, so he was already standing in the yard at this time, listening to Wu Qiong's manic voice, the corners of his mouth Slightly raised, and laughed.

Yan Qiaotian looked up at the sky in the distance, the silver glow began to rise above the horizon, the earth was gradually shrouded in sunlight, and a new day came.