Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

Yun Qingyan finally closed her eyes, trying to wake up.

But in the next moment, she suddenly realized that she seemed to be able to move.

She rushed out the door quickly.

Run outside the house.

There was no one outside the door.

The whole house was dead silent, as if shrouded by a mysterious and oppressive force.

The silent environment makes people feel creepy, and a sense of fear arises in their hearts.

The moon in the sky was covered by thick clouds, as if its face was obscured by a mysterious veil.

There was not a single ray of light shining through, it seemed extremely dim and quiet, making people feel inexplicably depressed and dull.

The big red lanterns were hung high, but they swayed slightly in the night breeze, exuding an inexplicable weird atmosphere.

The red light flickered in the darkness, like a dancing flame or an eerie ghost fire, adding a bit of horror.

She subconsciously wanted to push the door open, but the next moment she realized that her strength had not been abolished.

Yun Qingyan climbed up the wall.

Being as light as a swallow is how I used to feel.

This time, she no longer ran around like a headless fly like last time.

That route is engraved in my mind.

She headed straight for her destination without hesitation, her steps steady and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

Wait for her.

Hopefully this time...

Even if it was a dream, even if she knew it was fake, she still wanted to save him.

Sure enough, from a distance I could see the yard was brightly lit.

Countless people in black gathered together holding torches.

There were five people tied up on the ground.

There are still many broken limbs and arms in the distance.

Blood...there seemed to be endless blood.

Suddenly, someone below glanced around vigilantly.

Finally, he scratched his head.

"strangeness."

The voice below sounded again, "Master, how do we deal with these people?"

The man's face was extremely gloomy, and his face was full of anger that seemed about to burst out.

He raised his foot and kicked the person in front of him with all his strength.

There was a dull thud, and the person who was kicked flew several meters away like a sandbag before falling heavily to the ground.

"You're useless! You couldn't catch so many people, and yet you let one of them escape!"

Following this angry shout, everyone present subconsciously held their breath and dared not breathe.

"Lord, please spare me, Lord, please spare me. These people are here with us. They will definitely come back."

The man called the Master wore an exquisite black iron mask. The mask seemed to be integrated with his face, completely covering the upper half of his face.

The edge of the mask flickered with a cold light, which made people feel a strong sense of oppression.

She has not seen him.

The person standing there in reality is not him.

When she received the news and came over, there were only five people lying on the ground without breathing.

And the people who also surround them.

Only this person is not there.

But there was a young man with a cunning look.

But he gave her a familiar feeling.

Have you seen it before?

Too much time has passed.

Five full years.

In five years those feelings have begun to change a lot.

"It's better if they don't come here."

He tilted his head, a cynical smile on his lips.

He said so, but his sharp and murderous eyes betrayed him.

Shangguan Qian, who was lying on the ground, moved his body. Their mouths were stuffed with cloth strips.

Yun Qingyan couldn't bear it anymore, and didn't want to endure it anymore.

She doesn't want to care about the truth now.

She just wanted them to live.

She rolled over, her movements light and nimble.

However, this action caused the people around to be instantly alert.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her at the same time.

They quietly tightened their weapons, ready to deal with possible dangers.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and time seemed to have stood still.

Everyone's breathing became light and rapid, and they waited quietly.

The light from the torch illuminated her expressionless face.

"Oh~ You really come to die."

Yun Qingyan drew out a long sword from behind him and pointed the tip of the sword at them.

The moment I grasped the sword, the familiar feeling came over me again.

She never forgot.

The tip of the sword emitted bursts of bone-chilling light, as if it could freeze the surrounding air.

The cold light flashed with a heart-pounding chill that made people shudder.

At the same time, the sword body also reflected the flickering flame-yellow light of the torch.

Although the people lying on the ground did not see it, they knew it after hearing this sentence, and they began to shake their heads desperately.

go back!

Don't come!

Yun Qingyan looked at the blood on their bodies and felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by someone.

Her heart ached and she felt her body tremble slightly.

She tried to calm her inner waves with deep breathing, but the pain became more intense, surging into her heart like a tide.

pain.

Without any hesitation or fear, she took a quick step forward.

The sword in his hand flashed with cold light, dancing like a nimble dragon, making crisp and pleasant clanging sounds.

The mysterious figures in black rushed towards her like ghosts. They were agile and swift, like evil spirits from the underworld, rushing straight towards her with fierce murderous intent.

His face was stern, and his eyes revealed a coldness and determination that made people shudder.

The masked man sat on the chair and watched such a wonderful fight.

Pale, slender fingers tapped the handle of the chair lightly, without a trace of worry.

Yun Qingyan is as light as a swallow and his sword is as swift as the wind, and he wields it with ease.

The men in black on the opposite side used their swordsmanship fiercely and pressed forward step by step.

Every move is fatal.

Yun Qingyan was not in a hurry. Her sword style was as natural as flowing clouds. It seemed casual, but in fact it contained a mystery.

The swords collided with each other, making a crisp sound and sparks flying.

The figures of several people intertwined in an instant and then quickly separated.

Her swordsmanship was like the sound of nature; the sound of the sword and the whistling wind intertwined together.

As memory gradually advances.

Yun Qingyan's sword power became more and more fierce, pressing towards the opponent like a storm.

In the end, she forced her opponent into a desperate situation with a brilliant sword move.

The wind stopped and the clouds dispersed.

The moon that had just been blocked slowly slipped out, and its clear light illuminated the earth again.

Yun Qingyan stood in a pool of blood, her sword still flashing with cold light.

The coagulated blood slowly slid down the tip of the sword.

Yun Qingyan knows this...

----This is just the beginning.

Sure enough, the man sitting on the chair stood up, laughed, and clapped his hands.

"Hahaha, okay, okay."

Everything was eerily quiet.

There was only his loud laughter and the crisp applause.

"Qingyan never disappoints."

Yun Qingyan didn't say anything, but just pointed the tip of the sword at him, "Stop talking nonsense."