Dragon Slay

Chu Jiu's face was a bit displeased, she was still sitting on Changli's lap, but her eyes moved away from her face and fell outside the window.The whistling wind was exceptionally clear, as well as the rustling of grass and trees.The dragon soul of the ninth day has already awakened, and her sensitivity to the movement outside is actually even better than that of Changli. Before she put all her thoughts on Changli's body, she didn't notice the sound outside. At this time, the sound of deliberately restrained breathing , and the sound of extremely light footsteps passed through the door wall and reached the ears.

Chang Li hugged Chu Jiu, put his hand on the back of her head, and brought her back to her mind.Looking at Chang Li's red lips again, Chu Jiu felt that everything was not important anymore.Regardless of whether there are thieves outside, she only has Chang Li in her eyes at the moment.The warm breath fell on her face, which was a little itchy, and her heart was about to move.Chang Li's eyes are deep, like a deep forest of a thousand hectares, with no end in sight.Chu Jiu leaned forward and gently sucked her upper lip.Chang Li didn't push away Chu Jiu, and the two of them overlapped each other, as if they were immersed in the heat.

Someone lightly poked a small hole in the gauze paper on the carved door with bamboo, and one eye watched everything in the house through the hole.A sneer came out of his mouth, a hollow bamboo tube was inserted into the hole, and a light smoke floated into the room.Chang Li embraced Chu Jiu, and fell on the table, making a gesture of being dazed.The black figure outside the door seemed to be hesitating, walking back and forth several times before boldly pushing the door open a thin crack.He waved his hand in front of his nose to drive away the smell of smoke in the room.A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth when he saw two people lying motionless on the table.With a bang, he pulled out the long sword and stabbed at the two people lying on the table.

"Kacha——" With a sound, the long sword did not penetrate into the bodies of the two as expected, but was cut into two by a knife.Before he could react, the knife was already on his neck.The threatening cold stung his skin, looking at the two people who were supposed to be in a coma, his face showed a bit of panic.His feet were soft, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop, looking at the murderous man tremblingly.

Chang Li took the knife away from Feng Wuyu's neck, and gave him a contemptuous look, not at all afraid that he would suddenly jump up and attack him.There was a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, and she asked, "Is this how your Qingcheng faction treats guests?"

"This, this is my senior brother's idea!" Feng Wuyu immediately argued.

Chang Li just snorted contemptuously, and said, "We have already made it clear why Jin Lian came to your Qingcheng faction. Do you think that putting Jin Lian on the opposite side of you can cover up all the conspiracies? Jin Lian wants to betray Yunmiao Sect, are you Qingcheng faction trying to fish in troubled waters?"

After hearing Chang Li's words, Feng Wuyu closed his eyes, and after a long silence, he said, "I want to be the head of the Qingcheng faction, Ye Yu is not worthy."

Chu Jiu, who was quietly listening to the conversation at the side, burst out laughing suddenly: "How many troubles have you escaped by relying on your own cleverness? You are really clever when you want to negotiate conditions when you are about to die."

"Yunmiao Sect, Duanyang Villa, and Lingjian Palace, in the struggle between these three masters, my mere Qingcheng faction is naturally nothing, but what about the mysterious Wumen after joining the Tianyin Society? Yun Miao Zong is actually in an isolated position in the Jianghu, coupled with the constant infighting, how long can it last? It’s just that Duanyang Villa and Lingjian Palace still care about some face and want to use Qingcheng faction to get rid of Yunmiaozong.” Feng Wuyu raised his head and continued, "Although the two of you have excellent martial arts skills and fight alone, the two masters are not your opponents, but if there are ten or dozens of people? I don't know what the Wumen sect is. But according to the importance Duanyang Villa and Lingjian Palace attach to it, it is certain that this is not a simple sect. I don’t understand Heluo Sword Manual, Hanguang Pearl, and other dragon slaying. I just want the head of Qingcheng Sect s position."

"You want to be the head of the Qingcheng faction?" Chang Changli asked with a chuckle.

Feng Wuyu seemed to see a glimmer of life from her face, nodded and said resolutely: "Yes!" After a pause, he said again, "The people from Lingjian Palace and Duanyang Villa have already arrived at Qingcheng Mountain, and they also I have already learned that the two of you are here, and there are several elders from the Wumen who plan to harm you. I don’t know the specifics, but I know that they are going to set up the Blood Fiend Heavenly Capital Formation.”

Blood Fiend Tiandu Formation?Chang Li's eyes sank, this is the great formation of the Wumen, she naturally knew that this was not Wu Xuanhuang's idea, those elders of the Wumen did things arbitrarily over the young master, this is not the only one.She nodded at Feng Wuyu, and said: "Okay, you want to get the position of the head of the Qingcheng faction, it's very simple, now you take your sword and the drug, go and give your master and your brother to you!" killed."

"This..." Feng Wuyu was a little hesitant, not because he couldn't make a move, but because he was not their opponent. If he could ask Chang Li Chujiu to do it, he would not only be able to become the leader of the Qingcheng School in a legitimate way In his position, he doesn't need to bear the world's infamy, his eyes flashed, and he was about to speak when he was interrupted by Changli.It only took one glance to see through Feng Wuyu's mind, Chang Li Leng snorted, "Are you my opponent with Jiu'er? I'm afraid your master and senior brother know your plan tonight and won't doubt you. Take this opportunity , You happened to attack them." Feng Wuyu hesitated for a while, considering the advantages and disadvantages in his heart, he got up from the ground holding the broken sword, and walked quickly towards the door.

Biting cold wind poured in from the wide open door, Chu Jiu's neck poked out, as if looking at the figure of Feng Wuyu again.She turned to Chang Li and asked, "Aren't you afraid that he will go back on his word and report the news? He is a disciple of the Qingcheng sect, how could he kill his master?"

Chang Li responded: "Jiu'er, you have been in the world for a while, don't you understand the treachery of the human heart? Father and son can still fight, let alone master and apprentice?" Chang Li's lips were smiling, It looks a bit cruel and cruel.After hearing her words, Chu Jiu fell into confusion again.The friendship between father and son, master and apprentice can be easily discarded, so what is the relationship between oneself and Chang Li?They are still feuds, does this mean that Chang Li can also cruelly attack him?Originally, these thoughts had been expelled from my mind, but at this moment, they were rekindled in my heart.Her eyes gradually changed, and there was a bit of defense mixed with that affection.Chang Changli didn't pay attention to her expression, and continued, "Even if Feng Wuyu doesn't attack his master and reveal the news, so what? Do we still need to be afraid of the Qingcheng faction?"

"Duanyang Villa is nothing, and Lingjian Palace is nothing. What about the Wumen? They came to slaughter dragons. My dragon clan was slaughtered 200 years ago, and many people from the Wumen came out." What about Shaoli!" Chu Jiu sneered, and said with a bit of hatred, "Wu Xuanhuang is the young master of the Wumen, and you are the heir of Dragon Slaying Valley... When the disciples of the Wumen meet you, will you Think of your mission of slaying the dragon, and turn to me—" Before she could finish her words, Chang Li covered her lips.Chang Li's brows were tightly frowned, her forehead touched the ninth day, and there was a bit of bitterness in her words. "Can't you trust me now? I won't attack you, I'd rather kill myself. Jiu'er, if I had a choice, why would I want to be the Dragon Slayer?"

Eyes are not deceiving. From the eyes of Chang Li, only your own shadow is reflected.Immersed in that gentle expression, the hatred pent up in Chu Jiu's chest gradually calmed down.It's just that she pushed away Changli, and sat on the stool a little dejectedly.Once she fell into doubt, she couldn't restrain her emotions, and the hatred engraved deep in her soul would surge, and she seemed to be able to hear the painful cry of the Dragon Clan in her ears.If the dragon ball bursts, it will never be regenerated.She was born in the death of the Dragon Clan, and she bears a blood feud on her body.

"If you are still worried that I will harm you, you can wait for me outside. I will go back to Dragon Slayer Valley alone to rescue my mother. After that, I will come to you." Chang Li sighed and said again.The tomb in her memory was dark without any light.Her mother lost her freedom and was bound hands and feet by the long chains.She didn't understand her mother's guilt and would be imprisoned in the tomb.The master didn't say anything, and the clan didn't answer either.She thought that as long as Tulong snatched the dragon ball, she would be able to save her mother from the tomb, so she didn't need to pursue and care about everything in the past.But now, this path is no longer feasible.She had to start thinking again, the so-called right and wrong, the so-called good and evil.

It was dark and silent, as if every night in the past.

It's just that crime and blood are breeding in the dark. The young man is holding a broken sword in one hand, while the other hand is holding a gray-white head.His movements were extremely light, the damp soil under the tree was turned up, the pale head was buried in it, only a strand of hair was slightly exposed.The blood on the broken sword was covered by the mud, he casually threw the broken sword in the withered grass, and quietly sneaked back into his yard.

No dream until dawn.