The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

The gongs and drums of the watchmen came from outside the alley, the frost fell at the fifth watch, and the cold moon engulfed the sand.

Qi Ji got up gently, put on his clothes quickly, and stepped out the door with his toes.

The already extremely subtle sound was completely covered up in the watchman's time-telling.

As soon as the person left, Chi Si sat up from the bed suddenly.

He likes to sleep late, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything when he falls asleep.

On weekdays when Qi Ji gets up, he still continues to sleep on his pillow because the other party has told him in advance and he knows it well.

But Aji didn't inform in advance, and left so silently, this was the first time they had been together since they were together.

Is it the secret mission of Yinyi Pavilion again?

But if there is a mission, even if he can't tell the content, Qi Ji will tell him that he wants to go out.

Something is absolutely wrong tonight.

Although stalking and peeping is not what a gentleman does, but he is wanton and casual, and he doesn't have much integrity of a gentleman.

It is more important to satisfy your thirst for knowledge.

He also quickly put on his clothes, jumped onto the eaves, and followed quietly.

Taking advantage of the shadow cast by the moonlight, Qi Ji lightly stepped on the densely criss-crossed roofs without making any sound.

He walked through the streets and alleys with ease, and landed in a dilapidated small courtyard overgrown with weeds and uninhabited.

There were already a few people who were also in pitch black, who were indistinguishable from the shadows and were waiting here.

Seeing him coming, a black figure waved a hand from a dark corner and threw something.

Like the wind and electricity, a black light flew towards Qi Ji silently.

Qi Ji stretched out his palm to grab it, his cold voice was even more ruthless under the lonely moon.

"How to say."

Heiying suppressed his voice in a low voice: "Entering the water is colorless and odorless. After half an hour, the whole body is weak and all internal energy disappears. The sound of the owl is the call, let's go together."

Qi Ji sneered: "To deal with a person who has no martial arts, so many people are needed?"

"Master Ji," Heiying's frosty voice sounded like a devil's cry, and every word was creepy: "You know his kung fu best. We sent so many people, but none of them came back. It's all about being cautious."

"Okay." Qi Ji dragged the end coldly, "I will notify you when the medicine takes effect, and we will act together, and we will not take your credit."

Hei Ying sneered: "Ji Ye was joking. With your relationship with the Patriarch, what credit do you care about? You have a pretty face outside, and he..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The black shadow roared through a pitch-black, light-bladed short sword.

After a breath, the dagger was pulled out from the wound, leaving a small bloodstain.

Warm blood surged out in an instant, scattered on the withered yellow weeds.On a moonlit night, the light is dim, and all the colors in the world are indistinguishable, blending into black with unknown boundaries.

The black shadow fell back, leaned against the wall and slowly slid down, drawing a dark and hideous line on the wall.

The dull impact brought back the bewildered and unsure, and the remaining black shadows were terrified: "Qi Ji, you want to betray the Patriarch?!"

Qi Ji's thin figure was isolated under the cold smoke and moon, like a peerless weapon with a hidden blade, extremely dangerous and extremely tempting.

The unsheathed black blade replaced his answer silently.

The clang and crisp sound of gold and iron colliding did not last long.

The sound stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the courtyard was covered with weeds, and corpses were strewn all over the ground.

The slender fingers covered with black cloth took out a brocade handkerchief from his pocket, gently stroked the sharp blade, and wiped away the blood stained on the blade.

The blood-stained brocade handkerchief fluttered in the wind again, and finally fell into the grass.

Qi Ji sheathed his sword and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.

The already silent and desolate night seemed to be frozen with an invisible layer of ice, and there was a gloomy silence all around.

After a few breaths, the clear and crisp copper bell rang, like a ghostly voice floating in the dead moonlight, it was thrilling.

A graceful figure like light clouds and flowing clouds suddenly appeared in the courtyard at some time, and the beautiful voice said, "So many people have been sent, but they never return every time. You killed them all?"

Qi Ji was silent for a while, then slowly answered "Yes".

"explain."

"..."

"explain."

"I can't bear to watch him die."

Qi Meng sneered and was full of anger: "You also have times when you can't bear it?"

"I've only been out of Beijing for a few months, and you've broken the sky for me. Ah Ji, have you grown up and your wings are hard?"

Qi Ji lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, without saying a word.The thin figure is isolated under the shadow of the smoke cage and the moon, and a long twisted shadow is pulled out from the chaotic grass.

"I just returned to Beijing, and I only heard a few words from my second child about this matter. Let me hear the details."

Qi Ji was silent.

"say."

"...nothing to say."

Qi Meng sneered: "Nothing to say?"

Snapped!

Qi Meng slapped Qi Ji hard on the face.

The grass shook down, pulling out twisting teeth and claws, dripping with blood.

Qi Ji still lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, like a cold sword standing deep in the rock, standing still and silent.

After a few breaths, Qi Meng stretched out his hand to caress the face she just slapped, looked up at him, a trace of unbearable flashed in the corner of his charming and pretty eyes, and sighed silently: "This slap is for those companions who were killed by you." Hit me. Don't hate me."

"Yes."

"I'll spare you this time, and I'll help you hide it. Tomorrow night, bring his head to me."

Qi Ji was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "...I can't do it."

"Not enough time in one day? Then three days. I won't see his life after three days, so you can come and see him."

Qi Ji raised his eyes, eyes as clear as Liuli were neither sad nor happy nor heartless: "Sister Meng, I can't bear to see him die."

"Ah Ji," Qi Meng frowned slightly, and asked seriously: "Do you really like him?"

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the low grass made soft noises.

The four eyes met, silent.

After a while, Qi Meng asked again: "What did the Patriarch say?"

"Dao Zang changed his life."

"What about Daozang?"

There was another burst of silence.

Qi Meng moved his shoulders slightly, and his sneer sounded full of absurd confusion: "You can't get Daozang?"

She thought for a while, and finally weaved the fragments she heard from others into a complete thread: "You like him, and you don't want him to die. But what about him, he doesn't want Daozang. Even if he doesn't treat you sincerely, you are still willing to do it for him." He betrayed the Patriarch."

"I didn't betray the Patriarch." Qi Ji denied it resolutely, "I just... don't want to see him die."

Qi Meng laughed a few times, as if he didn't know the person in front of him, he looked him up and down for a while.

"Ah Ji, I am from experience. When young people first taste love, they will think that this is the most sincere and strong feeling in the world, and they are willing to be a moth to a flame, and give everything. But after a few years, you will find , Those vows of eternal love are worthless."

"I watched you grow up, and I don't want you to lose your life for a person who is not worthy of your sincerity." She breathed a sigh of relief, "But you also know the rules of Yinyi Pavilion. For the sake of so many years of relationship, I give Your last chance."

"One month. Within one month, it's either Daozang or his life. I must see one of them."

"Otherwise," she paused, her cold voice wafting through the frosty wind in the middle of the night, covered with a layer of hoarseness by the cold dew: "you will die with him."

The crisp bell rang again, the moon was covered by light clouds, and the courtyard was pitch black.

After a while, the streamer shone brightly on the earth, and the figures in the courtyard disappeared without a trace together with the ringing of the bell.