It was cold back then

All of a sudden, that lip left, and Qisang gasped as if she had been pardoned.

Her fair little face was flushed with suffocation, there were tears in her eyes, her chest was heaving, and she looked ignorant and at a loss.

Meng Qing stared at her deeply: "Fool, don't you know how to breathe through your nose?"

Qi Sang couldn't stop panting, and when she heard the words she was a little annoyed and said, "I haven't...been..."

Meng Qing caressed her cheek, with joy on her lips: "Nothing happened?"

Asked knowingly, of course I have never kissed anyone before!Qi Sang turned her face away: "Don't do this in the future."

"Sonny doesn't like it?"

"It doesn't matter if you like it or not."

"That is?"

Qi Sang felt that she was simply pretending not to know, so she couldn't help sighing: "I told you long ago that I need time, and you will make me feel offended by others."

Meng Qing was slightly taken aback, and the smile on her lips faded a little.

Qi Sang knew that what she said might be a bit heart-wrenching, but it was indeed her true thoughts.

It is true that she has traveled through time, but she is not the original owner, and she does not have the same feelings for Meng Qing as the original owner. Even though Meng Qing loves her so much and loves her so deeply, Qisang knows that what she likes is only this It's just a shell, it doesn't matter who the soul is inside, Qisang is just a substitute.

Although there is no need to be serious about whether Meng Qing likes her or the original owner, it is impossible for Qisang not to feel disgusted by such an intimate act.

Who wants to be treated like this by a stranger?Qi Sang didn't think she was making a fuss out of a molehill, but she couldn't tell the truth, after all, Meng Qing wouldn't believe such a thing as time travel.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a while, Meng Qing let her go, and said with a normal expression: "Sang'er is right, I blame my sister for failing to consider Sang'er's feelings."

After all, Qisang didn't want to hurt her heart, so she stammered: "I don't hate you, but I'm just not used to it, you...don't take it to heart."

Meng Qing smiled: "How can you take it to your heart? My sister loves you too late, it's all my sister's fault." She said, and then took Qi Sang's hand again, "In the future, my sister will take care of herself. Get angry, sister will take you down the mountain now."

Qi Sang was relieved of her sincere apology, and when she was about to nod her head in agreement, she suddenly heard a guard outside the door saying: "Pavilion Master, I have something to report."

Frowning slightly, with a flash of impatience in his expression, Meng Qing tilted his head slightly: "What's the matter?"

The guard didn't answer, his eyes touched Qisang and he quickly moved away.

Meng Qing waved: "Go down first."

The guard immediately retreated from the door.

It seems that there is something important and it is inconvenient to say it in front of her, Qi Sang is very tactful: "Then I will go back to my room and wait for you."

Meng Qing smiled slightly: "I'll pick you up when my sister is done."

The two walked out the door, each leaving in different directions.

For some reason, Qisang felt a little uncomfortable, walked all the way back to the room along the corridor, and sat for a long time without waiting for Meng Qing to come.

The soft and warm touch still lingered on her lips, and the breath that belonged to that person lingered for a long time. Qi Sang was stunned for a while, a little bored, when she opened the door to get some air, she saw Lan Xin coming out from the corner of the corridor.

"The master of the pavilion is involved in important matters, and ordered me to escort the girl down the mountain, please."

Qi Sang looked behind her: "Is she not coming?"

Lan Xin nodded: "The owner of the pavilion said that it is inevitable that a girl will be boring living in the pavilion for a long time. With the close protection of her subordinates, the girl can have fun without restraint."

It would be better not to meet after the embarrassment just now, to save Qisang from feeling uncomfortable, so she readily agreed.

The two of them went to the mountain gate, Qisang waited alone for a while, then Lan Xin came in a carriage and took her straight down the mountain.

On the top of Broken Heart Peak, surrounded by jungle trees, a stone gate appeared, and several figures entered one after another. There was a dark dungeon inside, with a faint smell of blood lingering.

Hearing the sound of iron chains shaking, the next moment, four guards dragged a dying man out of the prison.

Her hair was messed up, her clothes were so torn that she barely covered her body, the skin visible to the naked eye was covered with scars, and her whole body was stained with blood.

A guard brought a clean chair, Meng Qing sat down, and someone brought a cup of hot tea in time.

She pinched the lid of the cup and skimmed off the tea foam, and said quietly: "You still haven't asked anything?"

The guard who reported by the door earlier said: "Return to Pavilion Master, this man is very stubborn. He has tried all the methods available to the disciples, but he just refuses to speak."

The faint fragrance of tea filled the room, Meng Qing lowered his head and took a sip, "It's useless, kill it."

The guard hesitated: "But he is the only clue, if you kill him, you will lose everything."

Meng Qing glanced at the man, and the corners of her lips curved slightly: "I didn't expect to rely on him, and it would be a waste of effort to keep him, just kill him."

After receiving the order, the guard immediately drew out his long sword and walked towards the man.

The bloody face was so calm, the man looked at the cold sword calmly, without moving his eyelids.

Meng Qing put the teacup on the table, stood up and said, "You are a man of integrity. You are a rare talent because you are loyal to protect the Lord. When you are dying, the Lord of the Pavilion will give you a small gift."

The point of the sword reached his throat, but the man remained motionless.

Soon, two guards marched from outside the door, grabbing a woman and a child respectively. They were both tied up, their mouths were stuffed with cotton cloth, and they couldn't speak. They looked terrified. When they saw the man on the ground, they all excitedly Struggled up.

When his eyes touched the mother and son, the man's face turned ashen.

Although he was dying, he could still hear the gnashing of teeth: "Despicable——"

The beautiful face was a little unpredictable in the dim light, and there was a murderous intent, Meng Qing said politely: "It is said that people who are about to die are good at their words, I wonder if the same is true, sir?"

The man said angrily, "Don't you want to know!"

Meng Qing nodded and smiled at him very politely: "It is a rare blessing to have a wife and children to accompany you on the road to Huangquan."

"You!" The man was furious, "Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"

Meng Qingxing went to the mother and child, and stretched out his hand to touch the child's head: "Since it is a demon cult, and its methods are not despicable, how can it be worthy of the word demon sect?"

After she finished speaking, a ball of dazzling white light suddenly condensed in the palm of her hand.

The woman's eyes widened, terrified, feeling the danger from above, the child immediately burst into tears.

Seeing this, the man's face turned pale instantly, and he yelled, "No! Don't!"

"Children are innocent," Meng Qing said lightly, "Sir, you should think twice."

The man's eyes widened with anger, and blue veins appeared on his forehead: "You kill me! Just kill me!"

Meng Qing looked at him: "No hurry, come one by one."

After speaking, the strength in his hand increased, and the child trembled violently, showing pain on his face.

"I said!" The man finally compromised, tears rolled out of his eyes, "I will tell you what you want to know!"

Meng Qing was silent, and the brilliance of her palms soared.

"Yue Chuhan! Yu Chuhan knows!"

Hearing this, Meng Qing pulled back a little bit of strength.

The man broke his heart and said: "Yue Changfeng is dead, only Yue Chuhan knows the solution to the art of banning the gods. This is the top secret martial art of Biyun Villa. It has always been passed on inside and never outside. I really don't know, please let it go." My wife and my son, I am willing to attract Yue Chuhan!"

With a chuckle, Meng Qing withdrew her hand and said with satisfaction, "If Mister had told you earlier, you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

The strength in his whole body seemed to be drained in an instant, and the man collapsed on the ground, like a puddle of mud.

"I beg Pavilion Master Meng to spare my wife and children..."

There was continuous howling in the room.

Meng Qing turned around, and when she reached the door, she turned her head slightly and exchanged glances with the guard. The guard understood and nodded respectfully.

The red shadow disappeared at the door immediately, the sky was bright outside, and there were wisps of white mist gently lingering among the dense forests.

Meng Qing stood not far from the stone gate, looking up at the flock of birds in the sky.

After a while, there was a scream from behind, followed by two mournful groans.

Amidst the verdant greenery, the red dress looked even more eye-catching.

A moment later, a guard walked out with a bloody long sword.

"My lord, it's all settled."

Meng Qing said "Yes" and said, "Send the body to the gate of Biyun Villa and write a note."

The guard bowed his head: "The pavilion master made it clear."

Meng Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke coldly: "Tomorrow Haishi, Changlong Pass, Yue Chuhan will come alone."

The guard took the order and retreated immediately.

The forest was quiet and quiet, and Meng Qing's eyes became a little empty.

She murmured to herself: "Should we let you meet..."

The mountain wind passed through the forest, and the whispers disappeared with the wind in an instant.

On the other side, Lan Xin happened to stop the carriage.

There was a lot of people, the street was full of hawkers, and it was very lively. Qisang opened the curtain to take a look, and asked very freshly, "What kind of place is this?"

Lan Xin helped her jump off the carriage: "Go to Yongcheng."

The two people's foothold at the moment was the gate of the exclusive post station of Qixing Pavilion. As soon as they touched the ground, a post station servant came to drive the carriage to the backyard.

Qi Sang looked around and unconsciously repeated: "Shangyong City?"

Lan Xin nodded: "Using the Wuguan Mountains as the boundary, all the land from the east is collectively called the East Territory, which is governed by Biyun Villa, and the westward direction is the West Territory, which is governed by the Seven Star Pavilion. Shangyong City is all the cities in the West Territory. The most prosperous place is an important location."

Qi Sang understood that the land of today's world is conveniently a situation of two countries in one place, and Shangyong City can be regarded as the capital.

The long street is crowded with people, there are many vendors in the market, and there are all kinds of shops on both sides. There are young men and women walking by together, there is a lot of laughter, and there are lively children chasing each other, innocent and childlike.

It was similar to the one in the TV drama, except that what I saw was much more prosperous and prosperous. Qi Sang happily rushed into the crowd, looking around.

But soon, she discovered a problem.

"Why do I feel like everyone is avoiding me?"

From the moment she appeared, the crowd of people on the street made way for her intentionally or unintentionally. It was clearly crowded with crowds of people, but within half a foot of her, there was no passerby, not even a young scholar who was buried in a book. Cautiously bumped into her, and when he looked up, his face changed drastically, and he ran away in a flash, with extraordinary foot strength.

Could it be that the original owner is a household name?But Qisang obviously didn't forget to put on the white veil when she came out, it must be because no one recognized her.

Thinking about it, she turned to look at Lan Xin.

With a neat high ponytail, a black veil covering her face, and calm eyes, she always wears the pure black dress with narrow waist and narrow sleeves, with cloud shoes on her feet, and a silver-white long sword in her arms. Her spirit exuded an aura of not being close to strangers, if it weren't for her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, looking at her neat attire, she would look very much like a young boy at first glance.

Seeing her scrutinizing herself, Lan Xin didn't show any surprise, she just replied: "Naturally ordinary people don't dare to bump into girls."

Qi Sang withdrew her gaze, and said to herself: "It's none of my business, it's your attire that shows that you are from the Seven Star Pavilion, who dares to get close to you so easily?"