[Through the book] The host always wants to hate the system

Yan Qingwen gave the order, but he was not angry and pretentious. Xu Jin's brows showed some killing intent that didn't match the baby's face, and an inch of dagger was exposed in his sleeve, which was also the moment when he stepped out of the porch and closed the door. The cold light suddenly lit up, and the sound of footsteps inside the house was mixed with the sound of clashing swords and swords outside.

Chilling, chilling.

With the long sword resting on his neck, Yan Qing played with the cup in his hand and said jokingly: "It's a good trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, but I don't know why the little general is here today?"

After being pointed out his identity, the little general seemed to laugh twice: "It's not what I wanted to do today, and I hope the pavilion master will forgive me for being rude."

Since you know it's impolite, you should put down your sword!

Yan Qing cursed, moved away with two fingers between the sword, and said: "The little general is here to ask for an explanation, or... to ask 'Yan Qing'."

He could feel that the little general was obviously touched when 'Yan Qing' was mentioned.

The person behind said coldly: "The pavilion master is like this, it seems that he knows the whereabouts of 'Yan Qing'."

The words made people tremble, and the other party could only hear him say: "I don't like my things to be missed by others. If the pavilion master deceives me, I can't tolerate this Fengfeng Pavilion."

"your things?"

Yan Qing is funny.

He is a thing?

Although he hasn't seen what this little general looks like until now, Yan Qing can be sure that he has never seen such a man.

His voice sounded young, but his words were as cold as the wind and snow in the depths of his heart, and the sound of swords clashing outside the house had not stopped, so it was not easy to find out that something happened to him.

"I'm really curious if I don't want to do business with the general, will the general kill me with a sword," Yan Qing said, thinking of the person who sent the information under the false name and had his limbs cut off, so he asked again: "Like that person hanging outside the door?"

"I don't like to kill people," the sword penetrated another bit into his flesh, "but anyone who touches my bottom line is dead."

"Bottom line?"

Yan Qing wondered again, what kind of plot direction is this?

"Sit down, if you want to talk, sit down and talk, and the little general should also try my tea from Fengyu Pavilion."

The long sword was sheathed, and he sat down: "It is fragrant and sweet, but it is good tea."

Yan Qing raised her eyes, but her heart was shocked.

The young man in white clothes is more snowy, and his movements are like the breeze and the moon, but the moment he raises his eyes, there seems to be thousands of miles of ice in his eyes. This young man... looks so familiar that his heart starts to ache.

"What does the pavilion master see me for?" The little general put down his cup and smiled, but he didn't have any good intentions. This life is beautiful, but it's a pity that when he opened his mouth, he was like Yan Luo: "The pavilion master always looks at me like this, but he knows me?"

"I don't know if the general knows a boy named Yuezhi..." Before he could finish speaking, the long sword had reached his throat, and he didn't even have time to see the long sword unsheathed.

"The master is investigating me?"

It is the default.

The murderous intent bursting out in his eyes has no restraint at this moment, Yan Qing feels that this is not a taboo, but Yue Zhi will get angry about it.

He's hiding his identity...

Yan Qing understood in his heart, if he couldn't even reveal his identity, what kind of suffering would he have suffered in the past three years?

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, and only asked: "I can help you with anything you want, but tell me why you are looking for Yan Qing."

Yue Zhi squinted his eyes slightly, as if trying to find some reason from Yan Qing's sudden change of attitude, he suddenly got up and sat down again, the long sword parted Yan Qing's mask to reveal a ferocious face.

His pupils constricted, he was at a loss after moving his mouth, the long sword fell on the ground, he panicked: "Master?"

Yue Zhi looked at Yan Qing's eyes and suddenly turned red, he didn't know who said the harsh words just now.

Yan Qing raised her head and rubbed the child's hair like in the past. It turned out that the little general who was rumored to be killed was just a child who could cry.

"Young master, Yuezhi misses you very much."