Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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Mr. Qixian lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Nianyuan's five fingers pressing his shoulders. The nails of that finger were neatly trimmed, without showing any sharpness.

A bit of warmth from his fingertips passed through the thin clothes to Qi Xian's shoulders, but against the cool night breeze, it seemed to penetrate his bones.

The two looked at each other in silence, for a long time, Wen Nianyuan lowered his head, "That woman's death has nothing to do with you, it was just an accident."

"Of course it has nothing to do with me." Qixian raised her eyebrows, her eyes seemed to be smiling, but her voice was cold, ignoring the deep meaning in Wen Nianyuan's words, and said to herself: "But it's not an accident, someone deliberately For that."

Wen Nianyuan looked at Qixian with scorching eyes, "You clearly know that's not what I mean."

Fate commits blood evil, entangled with resentment; everyone betrays relatives, and will not die well-this is the commandment of Mr. Qixian when he was born.

It was like a curse that had accompanied him for many years, no matter where he went, it could attract blood and rain.

In the end, even Wen Nianyuan, who had been chasing after him, probably couldn't tell whether it was because Qixian always felt that there was something wrong and couldn't help but look at it, so he encountered all kinds of weird things, or it was really because of his fate.

Although it seems that Qixian not only does not suffer from it, but enjoys it.

how can that be possible.

All betrayed relatives cannot die well, the most vicious curse in the world is this, no matter how cold nature is, it is impossible to remain indifferent.

Wen Nianyuan unknowingly increased the strength in his hands, for fear that the person in front of him would run away if he didn't pay attention, but he didn't notice Qixian's slightly frowning brows.

This idiot has a lot of stupid strength!Mr. Qixian cursed secretly, the walls of this cell were terribly dirty, he felt uncomfortable leaning against him, he had to stretch out his hand, and his slender index finger lightly touched the back of Wen Nianyuan's hand that was pressing on his shoulder.

A slight itchiness snaked up the back of his hand, and as soon as Wen Nianyuan loosened his strength, he felt that Qixian's finger had slowly moved on the back of his hand. The other party seemed to glance at him, and Wen Nianyuan's mind went blank.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here." Holding Wen Nianyuan's hand that was already loose, Qi Xian threw it away in disgust, and said happily.

He originally thought this was extremely interesting, but after being chased by this man, it was no longer interesting.

It was the same last time, he thought dissatisfiedly, that little maiden of the Purple Flame Sect was really fun, a little girl made a mess of the whole rivers and lakes, how many dignified and decent people were pulled down—of course there were He was stirring the water behind, although Mr. Qixian didn't feel that he was stirring the water at all.

It's a pity, it's a pity, the hero is short-tempered and the sons and daughters love each other long, the little girl filmed finally went to Shuangshuang with the handsome master of the Ziyan Sect, and there was no such a big excitement.

Wen Nianyuan saw Qixian's expression and knew what he was thinking, but he was helpless.This man has always been afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and he is more interested in the dead than the living.

The oiran who died in Hongxiu Pavilion this time, if he is going to meddle again, Wen Nianyuan can even think of Qixian's answer.

It's nothing more than "Since this girl died at my feet, it means that the two of us are destined. Besides, I am wronged now, so I should distinguish for myself."

Knowing this, Wen Nianyuan thought it was a miracle that he, who didn't have much patience, had endured this man again and again over the years.

"Are you planning to stay?"

Mr. Qi Xian chuckled, and said slowly, "Since this girl died at my feet, it means that the two of us are destined to each other. Besides, I am wronged now, so I should tell the difference for myself."

Very good, not even a word bad.

"Son."

A person emerged from the slanting stab, interrupting the confrontation between the two.

Holding a brand new white robe, the boy in Tsing Yi walked in front of people from a dark place, passed by Wen Nianyuan without turning his eyes, as if the person standing here was not a big living person, and walked quietly to the side of his master.

His master looked at it, and then reached out to untie his clothes, and the mottled marks on the wall were rubbed against his back, which was really uncomfortable.

Seeing him undressing in front of everyone, even though Wen Nianyuan was the only one in the so-called crowd, Qingtong would not look up, Wen Nianyuan instantly felt his face was a little hot, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, he couldn't laugh or cry, "You really— —”

With a sneer, Qi Xian changed into clean clothes, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Qingtong, tell me when will he die."

He didn't say who this "he" was referring to, but it was clear that the listener understood.

Qingtong quietly put away the dirty old clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want him to die, my lord?"

Qixian avoided talking about it, "The dead are always more interesting than the living."

"Then why should you drive him away?"

Looking at Qing Tong who was hiding in the dark again, Qi Xian probably felt bored, curled the corner of her mouth, and chased him away, of course because she thought he was too annoying, otherwise what else would there be.

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"Young master, please come out." The bearded man who was arrogant and catching people yesterday ordered people to open the door with a strange expression, and let out the so-called murderer of the Hongxiu Pavilion Oiran murder case, and kept looking at the man.

Qixian smiled slightly, "What's the matter, sir?"

"Let's go, it's none of your business, hurry up, this prison is smelly and cold, what are you waiting for?"

"But my lower body was murdered, and the official let me go, so I won't get into trouble." The person who was kicked out said, showing just the right amount of suspicion.

Tsk, the little boy has a thin skin and tender flesh. In fact, even looking at it, he thinks he can't kill anyone.

The official servant who came to release him muttered a few words, and explained reluctantly: "I have examined the body of the little girl, and she was indeed hanged in the middle of the night before yesterday. The mother of Hongxiu Pavilion changed her words and said that the girl recently I was a little distracted, probably because I couldn’t think about hanging myself. I’m out of my mind, didn’t I say that I talked in the morning.”

After finishing speaking, he muttered a few more words, which was nothing more than bad luck or something.

Mr. Qixian waved his hands, thinking while walking, the bearded official suddenly shouted: "Wait, did you say something ugly yesterday? If you are not a murderer, how do you know?!"

Ordinary ordinary people would be scared out of their wits by such a drink, but unfortunately Mr. Qi Xian walked steadily, he was completely indifferent, he only glanced at the officer from the corner of his eye, and said flatly: "Corpse spots."

I don't know if it's my own illusion, but the bearded officer always feels as if he is being despised. Just now, Zuo Zuo also said something about corpses and not corpses, but they don't understand the specifics. Could it be that this man is still a knowledgeable person?

Thinking about what kind of person he needs to know how to deal with the dead is not a good thing, he couldn't help but feel cold, moved away from people, and stopped talking.

Mr. Qi Xian came out of the prison, the road under his feet was still wet, yesterday it rained heavily all night and didn't stop till dawn, but today is a sunny day.

The madam at the Red Sleeve Pavilion... was a little quick to change her mind.

It is human nature to insist that he is the murderer like that yesterday. When two people are in the room and one dies, they will basically think that the other did it. What's more, the compensation has to fall on him.

Before he got the money, he changed his mind first, which was obviously tricky.

There is also the clerk in the Sucheng yamen, the time of death is not wrong, as for hanging... Squeezing her brows lightly, Qixian turned and entered a teahouse.

Seeing that he was well-dressed, he was clearly a rich man, so Xiaoer warmly came up to greet him, "My lord, if you want to drink tea, you should choose our house, our teahouse is the first one in the entire Sioux city! What, Give you a private room?"

Wealthy people, no matter they are real or fake, they all like to be arty. Sitting in the lobby with peddlers, they feel so pretentious that even tea is vulgar, and they have to come to a private room to show their status.

Xiaoer is used to it, it is always beneficial to deal with people, but today he hit a snag, looking at a handsome and elegant young man, he wants to sit in the lobby.

Cursing her lips secretly, Xiao Er felt that she might be someone who pretended to be rich, but in fact she was shy.After thinking about it, maybe it's too free to see the lives of ordinary people. Even the emperor in the Golden Luan Palace would like to have a private visit in a micro-service when he is full, wouldn't he?

Thinking about it this way, he didn't dare to be negligent, and still led people to sit on the cleanest seats in the lobby, made good tea, and served two plates of finer things.

"Second brother, everyone says that the flower girls in Sucheng are stunning, but which one is the most beautiful?"

"My lord, are you from out of town? Just ask the younger ones! All the sisters in Fireworks Lane are outstanding, if you say they are the most popular—" He scratched his head, hesitated before saying, "The sisters from Liuhuanlou Sister Jiyue has a beautiful name, so she is beautiful!"

Qi Xian looked at Xiao Er's exaggerated movements and expressions, showing some interest, "Oh? But I heard that Miss Rui Ji, the oiran of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, is the most popular."

Hearing the name, Xiao Er's expression changed, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Hey, this is also a rare thing. You don't know, this girl Rui Ji committed suicide yesterday, but please don't Say it again, is it very unlucky?"

"Suicide? How did I hear it was a murder?"

"Eh, have you heard something, my lord? You don't know. At first it was said that someone killed Miss Ruiji, but later people in the government said that Miss Ruiji hanged herself. Why can't you think about it so much, really."

Xiao Er was still babbling, but Mr. Qi Xian casually threw a small ingot of silver over, and immediately left with a happy smile on his face.

Naturally, he didn't drink the tea here, and let the teacup rest on the table, and the heat slowly dissipated.

Judging from Xiaoer's words just now, he has no doubts about the yamen here, which means that there should not be many unfair cases before.

The madam changed her words suddenly, and the government let him go without trial. It seems that the death of this oiran is a little deep.

"Qingtong, tea." Qi Xian thought about it slowly, and ordered casually.

Soon, a stone blue teacup was placed in front of him with one hand, the tea smoke curled up, and when he smelled the aroma, he knew it was different from the ones in this shop.

He picked it up, put it to his lips and took a sip, raised his eyes and looked around, no emotion could be heard in his voice, "Didn't you get out?"

The owner of that hand just now, Wen Nianyuan, sat aside with a blank expression on his face, "Well, get out of here."