How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 506 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (69)

   In his hands, the silver gun was no longer a weapon for killing people, but a tool for simply venting his anger.

  Hao Guang stood under the porch with a worried look on his face, the sound of iron horses colliding in the wind made people panic.

He has been with Ke Changqing for more than ten years, and he has never seen the leader of the leader so out of control. Surface calm.

   But in recent days, it has become more and more unpredictable.

I don't know what the stimulus was, but Ke Changqing seemed to have changed a person. He would often do some inexplicable things, such as staring at the sugar candied haws in a daze, or staring at an osmanthus tree in a daze, and would often be in a daze, and In a daze, I was in a daze for several hours.

   Ke Changqing just looked normal on the surface, as if he didn't look like usual. He could deceive himself, but he couldn't deceive Hao Guang, who had served by his side since childhood.

   The first ray of dawn in the sky reflected on the dark cornices, and the silver gun head in Ke Changqing's hand picked out a white light, and the light shone on his pitch-black eyes, making him recover from the shadows.

   Hao Guang followed him all night, so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, he still stood firm, and only dared to speak out when he saw Ke Changqing's face softened a little.

   "Master, it's dawn," Hao Guang walked to Ke Changqing's side, and before he could finish speaking, he was frightened by Ke Changqing's eyes.

   Ke Changqing frowned, his wrist was hard, and the spear let go, breaking through the air and stabbing Hao Guang directly. The swift momentum almost pierced Hao Guang, showing no mercy at all.

Hao Guang was shocked, he lifted his breath and retreated back, carrying the damp sand under his feet, and retreated all the way to the courtyard wall. , inserted deep into the white wall.

  A strand of hair drifted down.

   Hao Guang patted his chest, gasping for breath in shock, his face pale in shock: "Sect Master, forgive me..."

   After Ke Changqing regained his senses, his face became even more gloomy.

   Hao Guang stood up straight, and occasionally raised his head to meet Ke Changqing's scarlet eyes.

   Hao Guang was startled: "Sect Master!"

  Ke Changqing clenched his posterior molars, narrowed his eyes slightly, his temples were beating constantly, so that his brows were also jumping.

How he doesn't know his physical condition, he knows it better than anyone else, but although he knows it, he doesn't know where the demons come from and how to get rid of them. Ke Changqing will never admit that he has no demons. A monk I've met a few times.

He took a deep breath, walked quickly to the other courtyard, but slowed down at the door of the courtyard, stood at the door and stared at the blooming sweet-scented osmanthus tree. He couldn't say why, but felt that his heart was hanging in his throat. inside.

  The yard was full of remnants of flowers, the water was not dry, the eaves fell, and there was a ticking sound.

  Ke Changqing looked up at the sky, and a bird flew over from the direction of the other courtyard, making a few calls.

   He wiped the water off his face and walked towards the other courtyard. Hao Guang followed a few steps, but he stayed where he was with his eyes.

   Hao Guang didn't have that look, and didn't dare to take a step forward.

  ——

  The door was suddenly pushed open with a squeak, and his movements were a little trembling. The person who came in was young, dressed in camel gray and had a tray in his hand.

   He is a small attendant who does hard work. Today, he is fortunate enough to be given the task of the uncle in charge, which is to serve the honorable master inside.

   The general manager has never been more cautious, and taught him not to listen too much, let alone watch too much. If there is something in his heart, just keep it in his heart, otherwise the consequences are not something he can afford as a little slave.

Gently opening the door, the luxurious and dimly lit room was filled with mysterious colors by the red candles on the extinguished table. He was undoubtedly curious. Every day, he would come in on time to change the tea, so that the master inside would have hot tea when he woke up. Drink, this is what the housekeeper uncle ordered him to do.

   It has only been three days, the tea inside has never been touched, and the people in the tent have not woken up.

  However, today seems to be a little different, a person who fell on a thick carpet under the greatly opened tent.

   Weak, pale and suffocating beauty.

   The snow-white robe is like a blooming lotus, and the eyes are piercing, like a water lily in full bloom under the sun.

   She seemed a little confused, so she propped herself up, causing her expensive nightclothes to open up loosely, her delicate collarbone looming, I don't know if it was candlelight, and the exposed skin was actually dense red marks and tooth marks.

  Reacted, his face flushed red, and he threw himself down on his knees, wishing to hide himself.

Wen Xien was dizzy on the ground. She remembered and went to the door to take a look. Who would have guessed that her legs were as weak as they were broken. Wen Xien, who fell to the ground, was startled. She thought she was lying dead before she realized it was the It's not enough for a person to put a chain on himself, for fear that she will force her to die and drug her in a coma, so that he won't be able to lift up any strength.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy kneeling not far away. Seeing that his maid was dressed, Wen Xien knew that it must be someone sent by the Lord Yue Ying to serve him. Yue Yang seemed to be very busy recently, but he still knew how to do it. Come every day.

   "What's your name? Come and help me." His voice was hoarse and weak, but surprisingly pleasant, as if the summer breeze was blowing through his heart.

   However, the little waiter, like a frightened rabbit, didn't answer, got up in a hurry, didn't forget to replace the glass crystal tea cup on the table, and then slammed the door and fled without looking back.

  “…”

   Wen Xien, who was on the reserved ground, looked confused.

   She blankly touched her face, Auntie, have you gained weight and become ugly these days, scaring others?

  Otherwise, when people see her, why are they running so fast!

  Wen Xien grabbed the fluffy carpet, dragged his heavy body, gritted his teeth, and stood up tremblingly, like a leftover leaf trembling in the wind.

   With the sound of the silver chain 'crashing', Wen Xien dragged his lead-filled legs and walked towards the round table step by step. The bare backs of the feet were made even whiter by the blood-red soft blanket.

After walking to the round table with great difficulty, Wen Xien sat down on the edge of the table, the hot tea entrance slid down the dry throat, and his body relaxed a little, but the length of the silver chain between his ankles was only enough to walk to the table by himself. Can't even reach the door.

   sighed, Wen Xien propped up his drowsy head, smelled the dull incense in the room, and fell asleep unconsciously.

   When she woke up again, I didn't know when, the room had quietly melted into another person's aggressive breath. It seemed to have collapsed again, and the body was carefully covered and was extremely warm.

   Wen Xien looked at the silk quilt on her body and was a little stunned. She observed the surroundings of the palace, and there was no one there. She thought it was Yue Ying who came back and helped her cover it, but didn't take it to heart.

   (end of this chapter)