Slag Reconstruction System

As I said earlier, apart from the abstract group of four and the surviving trio of disciples of Lingyun Palace, the other four are masters who can fight against a hundred with one blow. Although Qiu Jinsong is also the head of a school, his martial arts are far inferior to Xie Zi .

He dodged the boy's blow in a little embarrassment, and his short and fat body nimbly hid behind a stone pillar.

"Young man, please speak up if you have something to say."

Seeing that Xie Zi didn't speak, Qiu Jinsong thought that his surrender was not sincere enough, so he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Young man, please let me live. As long as you spare this old man's life, this old man is willing to give you the token of the iron sand fist master."

Qiu Jinsong didn't pay attention to Lingyun Palace at all, relying on the ingenious layout of the mechanism.But he never expected that the opponent would break through the century-old ancestral formation so easily, and the Iron Sand Fist Sect is a cornerstone standing in front of the Nine Sects, once it falls, the remaining Nine Sects will be in jeopardy up.

Xie Zi's eyes were full of deep tides, his palms were hot, but his voice softened: "It's not impossible for me to let you go."

Qiu Jinsong's eyes lit up, and he said eagerly: "Young man, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will be sure of it."

The young man put away his lightsaber, walked in front of the old man in a casual manner, and looked down at him at this time, the wrinkles and densely distributed age spots that could kill flies all made him sick.

Thinking of being crushed by this old man in the future, the smile on Xie Zi's face deepened, and there was a hint of seduction in his eyes.

"Master Qiu, get up and talk first."

The deliberately lowered voice was wrapped in honey, and Qiu Jinsong heard half of his body soften, and a look of obsession flashed in his cloudy eyes, "Young man, dare to ask your name."

As he got up from the ground, he tried to strike up a conversation with Xie Zi.

Xie Zi smiled softly, her voice turned soft and soft, "My surname is Xie, and my single name is Zizi."

Qiu Jinsong whispered something in his mouth, always feeling that the name sounded familiar, "Is the young hero also the disciple of Master Xing?"

"En." Xie Zi responded lightly.

The old man blushed and said: "Young man, I have cooperated with your master before, we are our own people."

"One of my own?" Xie Zi smiled playfully.

Qiu Jinsong nodded hastily, "Yes, I have already taken refuge with the leader of Xing, but we may have misunderstood earlier, the cooperation we had promised, but the leader of Xing suddenly stopped, which made the old man feel uneasy for a long time."

Xie Zi's eyes flashed sharply, of course he knew what the cooperation he was talking about was.

He said: "Since you have surrendered, then I will not make things difficult for you, just come out with me and let your disciples stop."

Qiu Jinsong had no doubts about him, "Okay, okay, I'm going out now."

After saying that, the old man walked ahead and walked out of the cave step by step.Xie Zi followed behind him, thinking about how to kill him, whether to kill him with a single knife, or save his old life to torture him slowly.

When he took the last step, there was a hoarse scream in front of him, and the sound stopped abruptly after only half of it.

Qiu Jinsong opened his eyes wide in disbelief, lowered his head slowly, and with a bang, his head hit the ground, and it was thrown to Xie Zi's feet with a grunt.

"Xie Zi, what were you writing in ink just now?" Chi Yu's eyes were already bloodshot, and he looked at Xie Zi unhappily.

Xie Zi lowered his head to look at Qiu Jinsong's eyes, and anger gradually filled his heart.

Qiu Jinsong died so easily, and it was not by his hands!

He raised his eyes, narrowed them dangerously, and stared at Chi Yu motionlessly. The latter was taken aback by him for a moment, and then stared back coldly, "What are you looking at, why don't you continue to kill the enemy?" Don't think that he will give him a good face just because he took them out of the mechanism circle just now.

Xie Zi twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his right palm slightly, and the fire ignited from his palm.Seeing this, Chi Yu's body's defensive skills were automatically activated, and the fighting factor was re-ignited. Just as he was about to compete with him, he suddenly saw Xie Zi blast Qiu Jinsong's head with his palm.

Chi Yu: (⊙o⊙)...

It wasn't until seeing Qiu Jinsong's head turned into ashes that Xie Zi relieved the anger in his chest.

There was a dark color in Chi Yu's eyes. It seemed that Xie Zi was full of hatred for Qiu Jinsong.

Xie Zi smiled: "Brother, Qiu Jinsong is dead, and now the Tiesha Gate is just a mess of loose sand, why don't we burn it down here, and help the Nine Gates to dispose of the corpse by the way."

I can't tell that Xie Zi is more ruthless than him.

Chi Yu nodded: "If that's the case, then listen to senior brother."

Worry-free city——

Xing Wufeng does not believe in evil, and does not believe that a living person can disappear out of thin air before his eyes.

He turned the whole room upside down, but he still didn't see Young Master Qingyun.

Slightly pondering, Xing Wufeng went downstairs directly, and found the old bustard expressionlessly, "Where is Mr. Qingyun?"

At that time, the old bustard with one eyebrow was dragging a gentle and elegant scholar into the building. The scholar was wearing a white robe, blushing and refused, saying: "I'm really just passing by, and I'm ignoring the boss to let me go."

How can the old bustard fly away the duck he got, and his smiling eyes narrowed into slits, "Young master, you were looking around in front of my chrysanthemum building just now, didn't you want to come in for a spring night, what are you doing, son, don't be shy, we not only serve First class, and the secrecy is also very good." After a pause, he winked at him: "I think the young master is delicate and tender, if you don't mind, I can also serve the young master in person." ()

The scholar twitched the corner of his mouth, he was so frightened that he was about to pass out.

Xing Wufeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he separated the two directly, and then protected the scholar behind him, "Madam, let me ask you again, where is Mr. Qingyun?"

The old bustard reluctantly looked away from the scholar, frowned and looked at the man, "Who are you?"

Xing Wufeng: O__O"...

The old bustard looked him up and down, making sure that he had never seen this man, but this man seemed to have come down from the second floor just now, so what happened?

Xing Wufeng said: "You forgot, I am your guest here."

The old bustard didn't believe it, and rubbed his chin thinking, Xing Wufeng took out a silver coin from his bosom and threw it to him.The old bustard immediately smiled, not wondering why this man appeared out of nowhere, and immediately called out through his throat, "Xiaohong, hurry up and ask Mr. Qingyun to come down, and say that there is a distinguished guest coming."

Xing Wufeng felt a chill when he heard that, this old bustard is obviously tall, with strong facial features, and he prefers this male or female attire.

Xiaohong went upstairs with a gust of wind, and then came down with another gust of wind, followed by a handsome young man in white.

The man took a closer look, and saw that the other party was like a crown jade, with a magnificent posture. Among this group of strangely dressed rabbit masters, he was indeed a breath of fresh air.

The old bustard shook his handkerchief and said, "Qingyun, take good care of this young master."

Qingyun nodded slightly, and opened his lips lightly, "My lord, please follow me." The voice was clear and pleasant, but it was not Xiao Han's voice.

Xing Wufeng's eyes became more suspicious, and he nodded calmly: "Okay."

Just about to go upstairs with Qingyun, the scholar behind him was anxious, "Brother, help me."

Xing Wufeng paused, raised his sleeves, and easily broke free from the scholar's hand. Behind him came the scholar's sobbing voice: "Don't come here."

Then I heard the old bustard say with an evil smile: "My lord, don't be shy, I will definitely make you comfortable."

Xing Wufeng's face was full of black lines, he quickened his pace, and soon left those voices behind.

After entering the room, the familiar incense rushed into his nose, the man closed his eyes, and followed Qingyun to the bedside.With a flick of his fair white hand, the young man took off the Burmese jade belt around his waist.He put the belt on the bedside mahogany table, turned his head and smiled at Xing Wufeng with a low eyebrow.

"My lord, do you prefer to undress yourself, or let me undress you?"

In order to add to the fun, only one candlestick was lit in the room, coupled with the strange incense, there was a hint of ambiguity in the air.

Xing Wufeng was almost lost in the seemingly gentle but bewitching smile of the other party.

He quietly clenched his fists with both hands, the tingling pain in his palms made him a bit more conscious, "Are you Mr. Qingyun?"

The brilliance in the young man's eyes flashed, and he walked slowly towards Xing Wufeng. The silky silk clothes were opened to both sides, revealing the lustrous and bright chest inside.

"Master, why do you ask this question? Of course I am Qingyun." With a light smile, he put his wrist on the man's shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

Xing Wufeng swallowed, his body suddenly became hot.

He felt that something was wrong here. Although he couldn't see the face of the man just now, he was sure that it was definitely not the man in front of him.They not only have different voices, but also have different auras. The previous Qingyun had a high-spirited and upright temperament, but the Qingyun in front of him has a worldly charm.

Most importantly, the bustard didn't seem to have the slightest memory of him.

What exactly is going on?

Xing Wufeng, who was deep in thought, didn't realize that Qingyun had already put his hand into his front, and he didn't realize that his belt had been pulled away until he felt a chill in his chest.

"My lord, a spring night is worth a thousand gold, we don't want to delay any longer."

The man took a breath, an intoxicating blush appeared on his fair face, and he looked at him with tender eyes.

Xing Wufeng only felt that his cheeks were hot, his body seemed to be on fire, and this so-called Qingyun had been teasing him vaguely, he felt that reason was gradually drifting away from him.

He is not stupid, seeing Qingyun's reaction, and then contacting his body's feeling, he can be sure that there is something wrong with the incense.

In general brothels, some burning incense will be lit to add to the fun.

Taking a deep breath, Xing Wufeng pushed the man away, and said in a hoarse voice: "I remembered that I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first."

Quickly turned around, quickened his pace and walked towards the door, don't care where Xiao Han is now, it's important to protect his chastity.

Otherwise, it is unknown what punishment awaits him.

He put his hand on the door, and when he was about to open the door, a fiery body pressed against his back, "My lord, I'm so hot."

Xing Wufeng: What should I do if I got aphrodisiac? <(￣3￣)>

The author has something to say: So bloody!