Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Han Fei, the elder brother, cares about his old father's heart, and his feelings are not unsincere, but for Yang Ming, it is a completely different matter. When faced with Han Fei's question, Yang Ming calmly asked: "What if I If you can’t protect Guren, can you?”

"You?" Han Fei glared at Yang Ming, but the words in his throat were blocked. After a long time, he reorganized his words and said: "I am not as powerful as you, but at least I will not hurt Honglian."

"It won't hurt?" Yang Ming looked at Han Fei as he walked. Just when Han Fei was wondering why Yang Ming was like this, Yang Ming suddenly smiled and said, "Is it true that you won't hurt Honglian?"

Han Fei's so-called inability to hurt is simply ridiculous. When Han Fei doesn't care about his own life, he is already hurting Honglian. Sometimes, death is sad, but the living one is the most painful.

Although South Korea is small, it is not something Honglian can bear alone. In the future, Han Fei can choose his own ending, but what about Honglian? In the original trajectory, what did Hong Lian experience in the process of transforming into Chi Lian?

Han Fei chose to die and it was easy. It could be said that he was done with it, but what about the living Honglian?

"Of course I won't hurt Honglian." Facing Yang Ming's question, Han Fei said firmly.

"I hope you can always remember these words of yours. Also, I want to remind you that abandonment is one of the most serious injuries in the world." After Yang Ming finished speaking, his figure disappeared from Han Fei's body. In front of him, he obviously didn't want to talk any more with the ninth young master of South Korea.

Looking at the afterimage of Yang Ming disappearing from his sight, he could still hear Mi Lian's clear laughter in his ears. Han Fei fell into deep thought: abandonment is also a kind of hurt. What exactly did he say? mean?

Since Qin Wangzheng accepted South Korea's request to accept the land and become a vassal, the next related matters will naturally proceed very quickly. As for the reaction of people like Ji Wuye, it has never been within the scope of Qin's consideration.

In his study, Yang Ming saw Yingge, who had rushed back from South Korea. The former female killer of the night seemed to have been doing well in the past few years. In addition to becoming more mature, she still had the aura of Yingge, but In the hot summer, it can even make Yang Ming feel refreshed.

"What are those people in the night trying to do? Are they trying to usurp the throne?" Yang Ming asked.

"Neither Ji Wuye nor Bai Yifei should have any intention of usurping the throne. The reason why they are pressing so hard against King Han seems to be for two things. One is Canglong Qisu, which is what Ji Wuye wants. The other item is the Baiyue Treasure. Bai Yifei seems to be very sure of the existence of the Baiyue Treasure, and..." Yingge looked at Yang Ming in front of him, and introduced the situation from South Korea to Yang Ming with his eyes flowing.

"And what?" Yang Ming asked.

"Bai Yifei has sent many people to Baiyue's hometown in the past two years. There have been about two thousand people in the past two years. What's even more strange is that after these two thousand people went, they never returned. I was placed among them. The undercover agent sent back information that those people had established their own camp in the vast mountains of Baiyue's hometown, and seemed to be preparing to live there." Yingge stated, with a look of confusion on his face. , a Korean blood-clothed marquis, actually acted like he was going to move in secret.

"Bai Yifei is trying to find a way out for himself. It's rare that he still has such thoughts. If he can really gain a foothold in the Baiyue Land, maybe he will be able to create a new situation. But these It has nothing to do with us, but Ji Wuye, why did he set his sights on Canglong Qisu?" Yang Ming asked curiously.

Canglong Qisu can be said to be a mysterious and mysterious existence, and it is said that it holds the secret to control the world. The Yin and Yang family has been pursuing Canglong Qisu. Yang Ming has also seen the Canglong Qisu that belongs to the Qin State. It is in Zhao Ji There.

Qin Wangzheng is obviously not interested in the power that can control the world at every turn. Compared to the illusory legends, Qin Wangzheng seems to be more willing to believe in his own power. Therefore, the Qin Dynasty's share of Canglong Qisu has always been in Zhao Ji's sweet spring. Palace, and Zhao Ji's things are almost Yang Ming's things, so Yang Ming is no stranger to that weird box.

Similar to Qin Wangzheng, Yang Ming was not very interested in the so-called Canglong Qisu. However, it was interesting to hear about Canglong Qisu again. Obviously, Ji Wuye believed the rumors.

Moreover, if Ji Wuye wanted to seize Canglong Qisu, what method would he come up with? No wonder the idea would be directed towards Hong Lian. After all, according to rumors, if you want to open the Canglong Qisu, you need the so-called royal bloodline to get the secrets.

"Get greedy." Ying Ge said.

"That's right. This general has no other merits except being greedy." Yang Ming mocked. As a general, the only person who can rob his own army's salary is probably a weirdo like Ji Wuye. And That emerald tiger.

"You don't have to go back this time. Things in Korea have nothing to do with us." Yang Ming looked at Ying Ge's increasingly plump figure. A lot of time had passed since Yanmen County brought Ying Ge out of the dungeon. Years have passed. For a woman like Yingge, this time is precious. Yang Ming naturally has no reason, and of course he is not willing to continue to let Yingge take care of things that he does not really need.

"Master, there are still things I can do in Korea." Faced with Yang Ming's rescue, Yingge was in a moment of surprise, but she also had her own considerations.

In Yingge's life, there are too many killer factors, which determine Yingge's character. Compared with a woman, Yingge is more afraid of losing her value. Compared with the identity of a concubine, Yingge is still More concerned about his own value as a killer.

In Yang Ming's view, Yingge has done a lot for him, and he should have kept her by his side long ago. Unfortunately, Yingge obviously doesn't think so.

"What are you going to do?" Yang Ming asked.

"There are many friends of mine in the night. I can help those people escape from the night and make them loyal to you, the master." Ying Ge said his plan.

Yingge was once a killer of the night curtain, and she was also the leader of the female killers. Although the killers of the night curtain are almost all ruthless killing tools, and there is no so-called friendship between them, when there are more people, there will always be accidents. In the night curtain, The same is true for the killer organization, and Yingge happens to have a few close friends.

Pulling those friends out of the night can not only save those friends from the fate of killers, but also enhance Yang Ming's strength. This is exactly what Ying Ge wants to do.

"What are we recruiting those killers for? Your friend is not up to standard. How can you let them leave one killer organization and then join another organization to work hard?" Yang knew that Yingge had not given up on recruiting Mo Ya and Bai Feng. Ming shook his head helplessly, Yingge was really persistent.

"We are different from Ye Mu." Faced with Yang Ming's teasing, Yingge explained righteously.

"Night!" Yang Ming looked at Yingge in deep thought, and then smiled: "Okay, then I will let you be willful again, but this does not require you to come forward in person, you can go home peacefully, what are you doing? I can help you solve your friend’s problem."

"Go home?" Yingge tasted the word, and her thoughts were inexplicable for a moment. Home, such a thing is so luxurious, and can she really have it?

"I'll give you the bed we assembled ourselves," Yang Ming said.

"That bed?" Yingge was startled for a moment, and then showed a look of reminiscing. At that time, Yang Ming brought her and Hu Jichu to Xianyang. There were many memories of her in that small courtyard, including the Hesan Zhang. The bed was barely put together by human effort, but it still made noise.

"Whenever you move, there will be sounds. Hu Ji likes it the most. Of course, it sounds good to me, especially when those sounds overlap with Hu Ji's." Yang Ming stated seriously.

But in Yang Ming's narration, Ying Ge had a completely different reaction. On that face with a bit of coldness, the coldness had been dissolved at some point, replaced by a faint blush. Even the little feet hidden in the shoes felt hot. These feet had stepped on unspeakable things.

Although Yingge's subconscious reaction was subtle, if it could be hidden from Yang Ming's eyes at this time, once one enters the Grand Master realm, one can escape from the ordinary world, and the Grand Master realm will only be more mysterious. In his eyes, there were almost invisible movements, but in Yang Ming's sight, it was a completely different existence.

The calf muscles tightened in an instant, pulling the muscles of the feet, causing the toes to curl up subconsciously, and then the soles of the feet arched. Another picture appeared in Yang Ming's mind.

"Come." Yang Ming waved to Ying Ge.

"What are you doing?" Yingge, whose thoughts had long been dominated by another scene, asked in a daze upon hearing this.

"Let me see if there are any changes in you." Yang Ming patted the desk in front of him and said.

"Me?" Things can't be that simple, Ying Ge thought in his heart, but he obeyed Yang Ming's orders step by step and moved to Yang Ming's side step by step. Then, in the midst of a whirlwind, he was already being held by Yang Ming. His waist was placed on the desk in front of him, but his palms had already slid down his slender waist.

Wherever Yang Ming's palm passed, two white snakes hidden under the thin cloth strangled together.

"Are they still the same as before?" When Yingge was about to lose track of where she was, Yang Ming's palm was already placed on her ankle. With a slight exertion on her palm, a small and delicate one appeared in her palm. shoes.