Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Ye Qiao rushed to Wuday City alone.

As soon as he settled in the forest, he heard inhuman screams not far away.

He followed the sound and walked over.

I only heard a few people bullying a teenager around.

"It's better to cut off his spirit veins and waste his kung fu, and make him a useless person in the future!"

"Good idea great idea!"

The people around echoed, and there was a sound of a sword being unsheathed.

One of them slashed at the boy with a sharp sword.

The young man curled up on the ground, closed his eyes and let out a scream. He thought he was going to die when the sword fell, but when he opened his eyes, all the bullies around him ran away.

The only one was wearing a fairy robe in white, with red cloth strips covering his eyes. The breeze blew up the hem of his clothes slightly, and also lifted the blindfolds tied to his eyes.

Looking up, although he couldn't see his eyes, his cheeks were exquisitely carved, with a straight nose bridge, red lips without spots, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile shone into his heart like the morning sun.

He stared in a daze, thinking: "Which immortal is this, could it be that God sent a fairy to protect me because he saw that I was so pitiful?"

Just as he was lost in thought, Ye Qiao said, "You didn't, did you?"

His voice is soft and warm, and especially nice.

It took a long time for the boy to recover.

"No...it's fine."

Ye Qiao smiled slightly, bent down and stretched out his hand.

The young man has never seen such a beautiful and slender hand in the world. It is so beautiful that it is unbelievable. I really want to put it in my mouth. It must be very sweet.

It took a while for the boy to react. He was a little timid when he stretched out his hand, but when he saw that sweet smile, he boldly put it up.

"Your hands are so soft..."

When Ye Qiao heard the compliment, the corners of Ye Qiao's mouth raised unconsciously.

"Why are your hands so cold? Are you scared? Or are you wearing too thin clothes?"

As she said that, Ye Qiao stroked his wrist upwards.

"Why are you wearing so thin?"

The young man froze, his whole body went numb, that feeling was something he had never felt before.

"Everyone in my family is dead, and I am the only one left. I used to live in my uncle's house, and then my uncle's house. I moved to many places, and now I live in the house of my distant relative, Uncle Fan. I still...haven't had time to make new clothes yet."

Ye Qiao said: "But your uncle treats you harshly?"

The young man was covered in injuries, the clothes he was wearing were also in tatters, and the straw sandals under his feet had leaked toes.

The young man's face was dark and he shook his head, "Uncle has never treated me harshly."

After speaking, he smiled at Ye Qiao.

"Why did that group of people bully you just now, and why did they want to break your spiritual root?"

The boy lowered his head, with endless grievances on his face, "I was caught secretly following them to practice."

"That's how it is."

"Why do you want to practice?"

The boy lowered his head, pinching the torn corner of his clothes unconfidently with his fingers.

"Me, I want to be strong, so that no one can bully me, and I can protect the people I want to protect."

Ye Qiao smiled slightly when he heard the boy's explanation.

"how old are you?"

A sunny smile appeared on the boy's bruised face.

"Fifteen year."

Ye Qiao rubbed his hair, "It's a good time to be young, the evening star breaks the dawn, and the future can be expected—"

In the ignorance of the young man, his eyes were shining with a light that had never been seen before.

He chased after him, and tugged Ye Qiao's sleeves carefully, for fear that his little dirty hands would stain the immaculate white fairy robe.

"may I know your name?"

When Ye Qiao smiled, his soul was about to be lost.

"Ye Qiao..."

The young man repeated these two words in his mouth many times in a low voice, and he didn't ask again until the words were clear and catchy.

"Are you a fairy?"

Ye Qiao smiled, "How am I like a fairy?"

The boy stared at those pure and clear eyes and said, "Everywhere looks like you. In my imagination, a god should be like you."

Ye Qiao listened to his words and smiled happily.

"I'm not some fairy."

The boy followed him all the way, "You, what's wrong with your eyes? Is there a doctor?"

"There is no cure for the stone—"

Ye Qiao said it lightly, as if he wasn't the blind person, but the young man's heart twitched when he saw the red cloth with two fingers, and his eyes turned red inexplicably.

"Does it hurt?"

"Huh? You mean the eyes? At the beginning, it really hurt. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep because of the pain. I wanted to die when I couldn't see anything, but now it doesn't hurt, and I don't want to die that much anymore."

He speaks like a touch of water, lightly.

But it's strangely distressing.

The young man quickly stopped in front of him, raised his head and said very seriously: "Why don't I split one eye for you, so you can see it."

Ye Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"If you divide one eye into mine, then both of us will be one-eyed?"

The boy resolutely said: "What's wrong with that? Anyway, one eye can see things."

Ye Qiao curled the corners of his lips, and his smile didn't decrease but increased. Although he couldn't see what the young man in front of him looked like, listening to him speak always made him feel inexplicably happy.

"You and I met for the first time, and you wanted to give me an eye?"

"kindness!"

Ye Qiao smiled, "I don't want your eyes"...

The teenager looked disappointed.

"I wish I could be your eyes—"

"Well? What did you say?"

The young man didn't have the courage to say any more, so he changed the subject.

"My name is Dong Zhao. I wonder if I can meet you again in the future?"

Ye Qiao's smile is like a flower, "We will meet each other if we are destined"...

"Where are you going?"

He said, "I heard that there are often ghosts and evil spirits in the mountains behind the Fan family, so I'm here to get rid of the ghosts."

Dong Zhao had a look of envy and admiration on his face.

"Can I go with you? I can be your eyes."

"Although I don't know how to practice kung fu, I have a sword, so I can give you a shot."

As he spoke, he summoned the Jialan Sword and touched his hand.

Ye Qiao reached out and touched the hilt of the sword, the word "Jialan" was engraved on the hilt.

"How can you summon swordsmanship if you don't have much cultivation?"

Dong Zhao was also puzzled, "I don't know, this sword was given to me by my father, and I can summon it at will from the beginning."

"Just let me follow you, I'm very smart."

Although I couldn't see the look on his face that was eager to follow along, but listening to his begging tone, I pursed my lips and smiled.

"Okay, then you can follow—"

Dong Zhao was overjoyed.

He plucked up the courage to hold Ye Qiao's hand. To his surprise, Ye Qiao didn't let go of his hand. He didn't know how happy he was.

Dong Zhao took his hand and walked towards the back of the mountain. While walking, he secretly glanced at him from time to time.

My heart was beating wildly.

He thought, how wonderful it would be if he could hold his hand for the rest of his life.

Once such an idea was born, it was never dismissed.

When Dong Zhao took his hand and walked to the back mountain, it was getting dark gradually.

There was a faint smell of evil spirits.

I saw a lot of black smoke gathered around the hillside, and a row of black shadows was moving not far away.

Although Dong Zhao was afraid, he stood in front of Ye Qiao resolutely.

Ye Qiao didn't know when he had an extra sword in his hand, and he arrived at the side of the black shadow with a speed like changing shape.

Dong Zhao was still standing where he was, with a flash of snow-white swords in front of his eyes, and a group of ghosts and ghosts flew away.

Seeing Ye Qiao disappear from his sight, Dong Zhao's heart was beating like thunder, flustered and helpless, his fists clenched tightly, his whole body trembling.

The gaze in his eyes was dim, and there was a bottomless darkness in his eyes.

"Why-what! Everyone is throwing me away, even you!"