singing together

"Qingli, what purpose do you think Qi Yu has?" Mo Li lay down by the window bored.

Ye Qingli shook his head slightly, "I don't have any clue, but I always feel that things are definitely not simple."

"Qingli, look!" Ye Qingli heard the reputation, and a familiar figure flashed into the teahouse.

Mo Li and Ye Qingli looked at each other, they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, each of them grabbed their sabers and walked outside the teahouse.

In a hidden corner, three figures faced each other, and a black figure stood between the two white figures.

"It really is you, ghost." Mo Li narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone cold.

The black figure in the middle raised his head slowly, the black cloak covered half of his face, his red lips outlined a charming arc, and then a voice that made a man's bones go limp came out, "Farewell for a few years, Mo Xiaoparte! All right."

Mo Li frowned, and Ye Qingli frowned unconsciously. The ghost turned his feet and turned to approach Ye Qingli, "We are old friends. Is this how you treat old friends when they reunite?"

"噗" Xi Yang's sword came out of its sheath, and the ghost stopped. How do I like it~"

"Why did you appear here?" Ye Qingli ignored the ghost's ambiguous words. With his current cultivation base, he couldn't detect the depth of the ghost at all. This made him feel vigilant. The talent of the ghost is only higher than him. Not low, otherwise Guisha would not have chosen her as his direct disciple, but this time it was Guixi who came out in person, Qi Yu's purpose is not simple!

The breeze blew, and the hat of the black cloak was blown away by the wind. A flamboyant hand lifted the wide cloak, exposing a delicate face to the air, but there was an extremely enchanting Bana flower in the right eye of that face .

"Of course I can't bear the longing in my heart, so I want to see you." The ghost's eyes flickered, and the corners of his lips were full of smiles, like a captivating goblin. Ordinary men might have already been seduced.

"If this statement is told by other people, it will be somewhat credible." However, Ye Qingli is not an ordinary person. He clearly knows that this is a ghost's enchantment. Once he is addicted to it, he will be lost forever!

The ghost made a sad expression, "It really hurts my heart when you say that..."

"Stop talking nonsense, what is your purpose?" Mo Li frowned deeply. He and Ye Qingli entered the Qi Region at a different time, so the scenes he saw were naturally different, and he also knew ghosts and ghosts.

The fingertips condense the true energy, flick the Kaixiyang sword, the ghost is like a nimble cat, flashing a distance in an instant, with long hair flowing, a short sword is already clenched in his hand, facing Ye Qing away from them, "I don't want to be your enemy. As for my purpose, you will know soon." After saying that, the person had already jumped on the roof, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Ye Qingli withdrew the Xi Yang sword, did not chase after it, but looked thoughtfully at the direction where the ghost was going away, and the next second Mo Li hugged him from behind, his voice was low and aggrieved, "Qingli, you When did you get involved with ghosts?"

"Huh?" Ye Qingli turned to look at him suspiciously, not quite understanding what Mo Li was talking about.

Li Li suddenly remembered that when he first entered Qiyu, the first time he met Guimei, Guimei said to him, "Hey, boy, you are very good. If it weren't for my sister who already has someone she likes, I'm afraid she would fall in love with you." After that, Mo Li walked with the ghost for a while. This woman's behavior style is indeed different, but the attitude of the ghost and Ye Qingli just now is different from her usual attitude. Does this mean that the ghost The person you like... is Ye Qingli?

Thinking of this, Mo Li hugged Ye Qingli harder, Qingli is his, no one can take it away!

Ye Qingli patted his hand, although he didn't understand why Mo Li was so abnormal suddenly, but now at least he can be sure that the sudden outbreak of the plague is absolutely inseparable from Qi Yu. "Okay, don't think about it, let's go back."

In a dark alley, the ghost was still wearing a cloak that covered most of her face, while a person was kneeling behind her, "Young master, the master has ordered that the plan be advanced."

"Understood." A frosty voice sounded, and the man left. Ghost looked up at the gray sky, and let out a sigh from his red lips.

"Qingli, you came back just in time. Senior Yao Yao has developed an antidote!" After Ye Qingli and Mo Li returned to the City Lord's Mansion, Chu Yi'an couldn't wait to tell them the good news.

"That's really great!" Ye Qingli breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the antidote has been developed, the innocent people who were affected by the disaster have also been saved. No matter what purpose Qi Yu has, at least it can reduce casualties.

"Have you gained anything today?"

"Well," Ye Qingli nodded slightly, "I met Qi Yu's young master ghost, and this matter has nothing to do with Qi Yu."

"It's really Qi Yu who is playing tricks!" Chu Yi'an frowned. Although he had never been to Qi Yu in person, there were always rumors. Chu Yi'an had a bad impression of Qi Yu's attitude.

"No matter what their purpose is, just see what they have to do." Mo Li didn't want to mention anything about Qi Yu for the time being, left a word, pulled Ye Qingli straight back to the room, leaving Chu Yi'an stunned, He said to himself, "What's the matter?"

"Young master, it's not good..." Everyone was eating, but a servant ran in in a panic.

Shui Ling stood up, "Why are you so flustered?"

The servant raised a feather sword in his hand, with a pendant attached to the end of the sword. Shui Ling changed his face when he saw the pendant, and stretched out his hand to grab the feather sword. There was a small cylinder at the arrowhead, and there was a note in the cylinder. .Shui Ling frantically opened the note, only to see a passage written on the note, "If you want Shui Tuo to survive, see you outside the city at noon tomorrow."

"This is my mother's relic, and my father never leaves him." Shui Ling was a little panicked, after all, she was only a child, and she was a little at a loss for the sudden news.

Ye Qingli pulled the note out of Shui Ling's hand, "Ghostly handwriting."

"In that case, it's time to go to the appointment tomorrow."

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