The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept on the made bed for a long time, Lu Qing bandits opened his eyes, looking at the flickering candles on the table.

There was a bright light on the window, whether it was candlelight or starlight.

He Xiao lay beside him, already asleep.

It was rare for him to eat very full today, and he slept on a soft bed, so he slept comfortably with his mouth slightly open.Her hair hung down softly beside her cheeks, and she was holding a piece of Lu Qingbandi's clothes in her hands.

Lu Qing bandit was not sleepy, he was holding his knife in his arms.

The knife is warm, as if it were a human being.

Guanlian was on a wooden bed that was set up. He didn't lie down, but sat up.

He also opened his eyes, but he was looking at bandit Lu Qing.

So Lu Qing bandit also stared at him.

The two looked at each other, silently.

After a while like this, it seemed as if they were comparing who would speak first.

But Lu Qinggui knew that he couldn't compare with the man opposite because he was dumb, so he spoke first.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

[Looking at you] Guanlian raised his chessboard.

"Look what I do?"

【nice】

This is a nice guy to be a friend to.

"You too."

Lu Qing bandit noticed that his fingers for manipulating the chess pieces were very long, and his wrist was also very slender, and it was as moist as spring snow.The light shone on his body, exuding a kind of harmonious luster.

A red rope was wrapped around his right wrist, which was a little tight, and it was lightly strangled into the snow-white flesh. There were faint red marks on the edge, and there was an inexplicable taste of lust.

Through his almost transparent skin, he could see the light blue blood vessels below beating slightly.

This seems to be a kind of fairy art, with a red rope tied to the wrist, it can stabilize the soul in the body.

His wrists are really nice.

Lu Qingbandit silently counted Guanlian's pulse.

Once, twice, three times, four times.

Seems a little fast.

Guan Lian turned her head, stretched out her slender and white wrist and extinguished the red candle.

The piece of red rope flashed past Lu Qing bandit's eyes, and then disappeared into the darkness.

When he did this, Lu Qingou reminded Lu Qingou of some kind of fragile butterfly, with dreamy and gorgeous blue-purple wings and the most vulnerable body, stretching out its slender tentacles to grope in the boundless darkness.The slender tentacles are soft, moist, and smell a faint aroma.

It seems to be the kind of pink roses that only bloom at night, or bitter chrysanthemums.

Bandit Lu Qing swallowed.

I don't know if it will taste delicious?

Guanlian never looked at him again.

In the second half of the night, bandit Lu Qing did not rest, but sat on the bed and practiced.

The heart method he is practicing now is called the poor family formula.

It was given to him by his master.

The icy internal force travels along Juque, Jiuwei, to Tanzhong, Yutang, and turns along the Ren meridian, and then the Du meridian.Each meridian runs twelve turns, and then flows into the dantian.

As the cultivation base gradually improved, suddenly there was a big fire outside, and countless figures were indistinct, shouting loudly.

He Xiao rubbed his eyes and stood up.

"Young master?"

"It seems that there is water outside." He murmured.

Lu Qingbandit stood up and walked to the window.The scorching fire was brought in from outside.

His shadow fell behind, flickering with the firelight.

"My lord, should we rescue them?" He Xiao yawned.

"There are no monsters here." Lu Qing bandit said.

His meaning is very clear, he only kills demons, because there are no monsters, so this matter has nothing to do with him.

"I thought you would soften your heart, son." He Xiao said.

"I only care about the killing of demons, not the killing of people."

"But aren't demons killing people and humans killing people? Since they are both killing people, what's the difference? Maybe some monsters are good, and maybe some people are worse than monsters."

Bandit Lu Qing said: "It's their business whether people are good or bad."

Guan Lian also stood up at some point, stood behind Lu Qing bandit, and put a piece of clothing on him.

When Lu Qing bandit looked over, he smiled softly at Lu Qing bandit.

"Did you get enough sleep?" He asked Xiaohe.

The little boy rubbed his eyes and said, "Yes."

"Then let's go."

They left the inn overnight, and later heard that Dingxi City was on fire for three days, and half of the city was reduced to ruins.

"This matter is a bit strange." After they found out about this matter, it was already half a month later.

"What's so strange?" Lu Qing bandit held his knife, and the white horse under him rose and fell.

"Why does an ordinary fire burn for so long?"

"Then this fire is no ordinary fire." Lu Qing bandit said.

"Dingxi City is just a small city."

"There must be something that makes it different."

“Like where we used to live”

Lu Qing bandit remained silent.

"Or should this be a warning? A warning that we will be in danger if we continue walking?" He Xiao smiled slyly.

"It's just a coincidence." Lu Qing bandit said.

"Then there is that lady whom I met in Lingnan last time, and that fake Taoist priest who gave us money last time." He counted out one by one, all the strange things they encountered these days.

Although he followed Lu Qing bandit over mountains and mountains these days, it may be because of his good food.His complexion was no longer as withered and yellow as it was before, but a little bloody.The newly grown hair is fluffy and sticks to the cheeks, black and shiny.

At this time, he shrank behind Lu Qingban because he couldn't ride a horse. He was wearing a snow-white cloak, which was a small ball. His thin arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and he looked up at Lu Qingfan's snow-white neck. daze.

Bandit Lu Qing stopped talking.

Guanlian followed him quietly, like a silent oversized humanoid follower.

As they got closer to Canghai Qingping City, they met more and more people.Most of the crowds and groups are disciples of various sects, and most of the solitary ones are knight-errants who have no sects or sects.

The three of them are quite eye-catching among these people, to be exact, they are extremely eye-catching.

Because they look "very powerful at first glance" and "not ordinary at first glance", at least Lu Qingbandit and Guanlian seem to be like this.

Of course, there are also many female disciples who are full of enthusiasm.

"Yes, very beautiful."

"How pretty?"

"Like a vase, I want to raise him just looking at it."

"Do you raise it?"

"I can't afford it."

"Haha."

"Oh, I don't know if he will participate in the flower tour after the Qingping Banquet."

"If I really participated, I'm afraid I'll be buried by flowers."

When Guanlian heard these gossips, the teacup in her hand paused slightly.

That night, he walked into a pawnshop alone.

"Pawn or redeem?" the owner asked casually.

Guanlian gently put a jade pendant in her hand on the table.

The shopkeeper was sweating all over, and hurriedly led him into the back of the shop.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Qingbandit heard something banging on his window.

A snow-white pigeon flew in wet and landed on his hand, breaking the silence of the room.

[Qingyu:

Return quickly after the Qingping Banquet. 】

The handwriting is clear and thin, and seems to have a faint fragrance of coldness.

The inscription is a small light red plum blossom.

Lu Qingbandit rubbed the branch of plum blossom with his fingers, and put it in his mouth.

He folded a few stacks of the letter paper and put it against his chest.

The author has something to say: I will let go as soon as I write the plot~