pillow mountain river

In the empty main hall, candles burned for a long time, and the overlapping curtains wrapped the underground palace like an airtight coffin.

The purple-clothed girl prostrated herself on the ground and cried out in tears: "Old Ancestor, Ling'er did something wrong."

The man in white on the steps looked like a man, with a gentle smile on his lips.The man said slowly, "Why are you crying so sadly? Tell me slowly what is going on."

"Don't blame me," the girl raised her beautiful face, which was full of tears, looking pitifully.

"Ling'er, I'm the most tolerant towards you in normal times. Why do you hesitate now when you have something to say?" The man in white raised his eyebrows. Although his voice was still soft and the smile on his face did not change, the girl quickly lowered her eyes when she saw the man's expression. head.

Lingbi's lips trembled slightly, and the words she had thought about for a long time were forgotten for a while, so she could only say truthfully, "Ling'er met a strange person last time. Useful."

Ling Bi pursed her lips, and continued: "Ling'er just thought, the ancestors are all extremely masters, and dealing with that strange person is a piece of cake, who knows..."

The girl raised her head cautiously, and met the man's deep eyes, she was so panicked that she couldn't speak.

The man in white still had a slight smile on his face, looking easy to talk to, but there was no smile in those dark eyes, like a pitch-black night, swallowing up the sun, the moon and the stars.

Ling Bi leaned over her chest, and knocked her forehead on the back of her hand forcefully, "Old Ancestor, Lord Qing Fei, please spare Ling'er!"

"Ling'er, what you mean is that my subordinates are not as strong as others, so you have been bullied for no reason," Qing Fei laughed.The candlelight reflected on the snow-white gown, leaving some shadows of different shades.

"Lord Qingfei! Linger didn't mean that!" the girl cried.

Qing Fei walked down the steps without haste, the snow-white boots came into Lingbi's eyes, "Then can you tell me, what do you mean?"

Lingbi didn't dare to speak any more, she just kept crying, the tears washed away her delicate makeup, her eye rims and nose were flushed, she looked fragile and pitiful, she didn't have the slightest domineering appearance before.

Qing Fei seemed also moved by her tenderness, lifted the girl's chin, and gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks.

Lingbi finally stopped her tears, opened her black and white almond eyes, and looked at Qingfei with aggrieved eyes.

"I never blamed you, why cry like this," Qing Fei said softly.

Lingbi pouted, with tears rolling in her eyes, "Old ancestor."

"Ling'er, answer my question obediently now," Qing Fei said to the girl with a smile.

Lingbi nodded repeatedly.

"Did you tell your father about this?"

Ling Bi fell silent, her lips seemed to be sewn together and could not be opened.

Without waiting for the girl to respond, Qing Fei smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Father didn't mean to hide from the old ancestor, he has already scolded Linger, the old ancestor must not blame daddy!"

Qing Fei stretched out his index finger and put it next to Lingbi's mouth, signaling her to stop talking. "Second question." He continued, "What does the weirdo you're talking about look like?"

"I don't know his appearance, but he is wearing a green dress. He looks very ordinary, and there is no abnormality in his breath, just like an ordinary monk."

Lingbi suddenly remembered, and quickly said: "He can control Lingzhi, and snake-like vines emerge from the ground, which is unstoppable."

"The third question," Qing Fei said, "What kind of weapon does that person use? A sword or a whip."

Lingbi opened her lips slightly, as if she was a little ashamed and said, "He never showed his weapon, but my guards were all defeated."

Qing Fei smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."

Lingbi wiped away her tears, waiting for the man to continue speaking.Qing Fei only looked into her eyes, and the girl's face was reflected in the warm eyes.

Lingbi was so dazzled by him, after a while, she suddenly regained her senses, her whole body was inexplicably controlled by an intuition, and she couldn't help trembling.

However, before the fear really came, the girl was pinched by the neck, and with a slight click, she fell limply to the ground, her eyes still staring forward.

Qing Fei stood up, and the smile on his face didn't gradually disappear until Ling Bi died.

A black and slender figure stood out from the shadow of the pillar. The figure was dressed in a black robe and walked slowly from the pillar to Qing Fei's side.

The man in black bowed slightly to salute, then smiled and said, "Lord Qing Fei has been in a bad mood recently."

Qing Fei was calm and composed, no anger was seen on his face, but there was a dead body lying at his feet.This girl who was related to him was killed by him himself.

"Why haven't you seen Ming Cong recently?" the man in black asked.

When Qing Fei heard the word Ming Cong, his face turned cold instantly, "He is ineffective and locked in a dungeon."

The man in black said with a smile, "Didn't Master Qing Fei say that, he just saw that kid was funny and used it to amuse himself. Since it's a toy, why should he care if he doesn't play well?"

Qing Fei sneered and said, "I don't support idlers."

"Although Ming Cong is not powerful, he is not a waste either. I don't know why Lord Qing Fei is so angry?"

Qing Fei narrowed his eyes, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Why does Mr. Wu look like a three-year-old today? I don't have the heart to answer your questions one by one."

The man in black bowed again, "If Lord Qing Fei is displeased, Wu deserves death."

Qing Fei strolled up the steps, half of his face was covered in dim candlelight, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows, making it seem that half of his face was smiling, while the other half showed a cold expression.

The man in black looked at Qing Fei's back from a distance, and knew that he was indeed in a bad mood, but he didn't know whether the reason was related to Ming Cong, or the incident that Ming Cong messed up.

Ming Cong is a "dog" picked up by Qing Fei, who only obeys Qing Fei's orders.

His strength is mediocre, he is not well-known among Qing Fei's many subordinates, but he is quite trusted by Qing Fei.

Because of Ming Cong's good looks, many people secretly suspected that he climbed to the position next to Qing Fei by some shady means.

Qing Fei really loves this loyal subordinate, but if Ming Cong fails to follow his wish, he will only be punished more severely than ordinary people.

The cold and damp dungeon is located in the depths of the underground palace. There used to be a spring in this place. The cold spring water is bleak, and there is no vegetation around it.

Qing Fei later turned Hanquan into a dungeon, specially used to imprison unruly magicians.

The cold spring is icy cold, and it can restrain the cultivation of the monks, making the monks' endurance no different from that of ordinary people.Even a man with strong bones can't stand the continuous pain like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

In the cage closest to the cold spring in the middle of the dungeon, there was a man kneeling. His hands were bound by iron chains, and his limp body was almost stuck to the wet and cold ground.

The people in the cage were covered with bruises, and the red clothes on their bodies were probably soaked in blood.

There were only two guards in the dungeon, and they were still uncomfortably cold after taking the anti-cold pill, they all complained: "If you stay for half a month, you can't get a few spirit stones."

"No one is willing to do this drudgery. It can only be our turn. Who makes us humble," another guard said.

"Oh, look at that person inside, he used to be superior, but now he's not as good as us," the man said contemptuously to the person in the cage.

Another sneered and said: "Iser serves people, how can he be safe for a long time? Didn't he have a nose that grew to the sky, and no one looked down on him? Why is he in this state today, and he can't see the sun in this dungeon."

Hearing the voice, the man in red raised his head with difficulty, revealing a woman's face with pink lips and red lips. Even though the scar on his cheek was still oozing blood, this beautiful face was still breathtaking.

Ming Cong heard the words of the two people outside. He put his hands on the ground and wanted to raise his back, but he couldn't even raise his upper body due to the excessive blood loss.

Veins popped out on the back of the hand, and the nails left marks on the ground.Ming Cong clenched his teeth, with hatred in his eyes.

When he goes out...he must pull out their tongues!Skin these two cramp!

A guard walked in, stood outside the cage, and laughed loudly: "Oh, you are still staring at people! I have never seen a person who entered the dungeon get out alive, anyway, for the sake of your dying, I will I won't argue with you."

Ming Cong's eyes were about to burst, he stared at the man who mocked him.The nails slashed across the ground so hard that they almost flipped over.

"Aren't you just trying to please the master? Look, where is the master now? Heh, the master may have forgotten you a long time ago. After a while, I'm afraid I won't even be able to remember who you are."

The anger in Ming Cong's eyes receded slightly, and fear filled his eyes in an instant.

How could the master have forgotten him?

He was raised by his master since he was a child, and he followed him like a shadow.The skill of using a whip was taught by the master himself.

How could the master...don't want him.

Ming Cong trembled all over, straightened up uncontrollably, as long as he moved, there would be severe pain all over his body, and fresh blood flowed out from the wound that had frozen blood.

But the pain in the body is not as good as the pain in the heart.

Ming Cong has been helping his master with affairs, how could he not know that no one has ever walked out of the dungeon alive.But he didn't dare to think about it, he was afraid that he would really become a discarded weapon and never return to his master's hands.

Ming Cong had no choice but to force himself to recall the past, that was his happiest memory, learning how to use a whip with his master carefree.

At that time, the master was not as unapproachable as it is now.He taught himself to use the sword by hand, but he was too stupid to swing the long sword as beautifully as he did.

The master saw that his strength was weak, and his wrist was sore and weak after holding the sword for a day, so he taught him to use a whip instead.The whip requires skill, but it is much easier than the sword.

Ming Cong didn't believe it, the master would throw him into the dungeon and ignore him.I am a weapon that he built with his own hands, the weapon that has devoted the most effort.

However, the two guards outside the cage laughed loudly, laughing at his ignorance and arrogance, and laughing at his embarrassment.

Ming Cong knew that many people hated him and wished that he would die in prison.For so many years, he only listened to one person, helped one person, and had almost no contact with others.

He doesn't know how to form cliques, don't know how to buy people's hearts, he only knows one thing - he does what his master says.

He is indeed a dog under his master, a loyal family dog, a dog who will not forget to look after the house even if he is abandoned and cooked by his master.

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