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After carefully sorting the medicine bottles on the table, Fu Zhi looked up at the sky and sighed slightly.

A woman in a long red dress pushed the door in. She glanced at the medicine bottle on the man's table and chuckled, "Brother is making medicine?" Fu Zhi nodded, "Yes, these are medicine guides." Luo pursed her lips and nodded, and suddenly said seriously: "Brother, he has already left the village." Fu Zhi's eyes moved silently, and he nodded after a while and said: "I know."

"Xianyiju" was empty, and Beigong Qiyi sat cross-legged on the low table without any surprise. The tea on the low table of pear blossom wood was just changed. Beigong Qiyi poured a cup leisurely, pale white The hot air rose slowly, Beigong Qiyi blew away the hot air, and took a small sip.

When the cup of tea was exhausted, Beigong Qiyi got up and walked to the bed and lay down. He buried his face in the pillow and took a deep sniff. He seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of the man. An indistinct smile appeared on the corners of Qiyi's lips, "Brother, I can let you go for a while, but... the boy's smile got worse, and it actually looked a little weird.

The pigeon in the birdcage hanging by the window was cooing, and Ximo stood aside, teasing it with a piece of rice, "When did Ximo raise pigeons?" Beigong Qiyi came from behind. With a smiling voice, Xi Mo shook his hand holding the rice and wheat, and then turned around with a smile on his face, "My lord, you are back."

He took out a cushion from the cupboard and put it on the stool, "Sir, please sit down." Beigong Qiyi glanced at the cupboard, lifted up her clothes and sat on the stool, with a half-smile and said: "When did you like to wear a cloak?" Already?" Xi Mo's smile froze, and he explained a little uncomfortably: "Sometimes it's too boring in the village, so I wore it when I sneaked out of the village."

Beigong Qiyi nodded meaningfully. He looked at the white pigeon by the window and said with a light smile, "This pigeon is top-grade. It should be a high-quality carrier pigeon, right?" The smile on Xi Mo's face disappeared completely. , he looked at Beigong Qiyi, nodded stiffly, "Yes."

"Ximo once told me that his parents are both from the "Hundred Demon Palace". From this point of view, Ximo did not lie to me." Beigong Qiyi played with the jade pendant on her waist and said with a low smile: "However, Xi Mo's parents shouldn't just be people with a little bit of status?" Xi Mo pursed his lips tightly and lowered his eyes in silence.

"The night before I went back to the village, I went to see Chu Muji, but when I came back, I was assassinated. At that time, I was just an unknown person, and there were very few people who knew my true identity, and you, Ximo, counted as one of them." Gong Qiyi lowered her head and caressed the jade pendant, said casually: "I went out of the village with you that day, and was assassinated when I came back. These two times, shouldn't it be just a coincidence?"

Ximo bit his lower lip, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the young man. He shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "No, I found someone to do all of this." Beigong Qiyi raised her eyebrows, and continued: "Xi Mo Although Mo didn't tell me the truth, but I think I should probably know Xi Mo's identity. At my birthday banquet that day, Qi Yong put a "Prisoner Phoenix" on my elder brother, but the poison on the painting and the "extradition" of me I have touched them all, but I recovered my skills very quickly, I was still a little confused at the time, but now I understand everything."

He casually raised his eyes to look at Xi Mo, the young man's dark eyes were dull and without light, "I still remember that on the morning of my birthday, Xi Mo made a bowl of bean curd soup for my elder brother, presumably there should be something in that bowl of bean curd soup Did you add something else?" Xi Mo frowned, and nodded silently, "That's right, I did put the introduction of "Prisoner Phoenix" in the bean curd soup, and I was indeed the "Baisha Palace" "The man, what the young master said is all right."

"It's just that there's one more thing I don't understand." Beigong Qiyi said indifferently: "Since the time we left the village, you have obviously given up looking for someone to assassinate, but why did you find five people when my elder brother and I left the village? What about the old monster? Also, why did you give up in the first place?" Xi Mo frowned and said, "I have indeed given up. I didn't find the five old monsters. As for the reason for giving up..." He looked at Beigong Qiyi with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Young master, you really don't know?"

Beigong Qiyi staggered his gaze, and said with a low smile: "Speaking of which, although I guessed that Ximo is from Baisha Palace, I don't know what Ximo's real identity is." Seeing the boy change the subject, Ximo The scorching heat in his eyes receded in an instant, he sat down opposite Beigong Qiyi, straightened his back, and said in a loud voice: "My father is Ao Haojun, my original name is Ao Zimo, and I belong to the "Baisha Palace" Vice Palace Mistress!"

His whole body was limp and weak, and every step he took would touch his wounds. Beigong Juechen frowned tightly, and slowly slowed down his pace. A sinister laugh suddenly came from behind him. Beigong Juechen turned around suddenly, and saw A group of eight people stood behind him in a row. The leader was a man in his 50s wearing a high hat. The man's face was stern and his eyes were full of hatred.

Beigong Juechen asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?" The man's eyes fell on the hickey on his neck, and he smiled wretchedly, "I'm just a nobody, how can someone like Beigong Zhuang Know me." Beigong Juechen turned around indifferently, not wanting to waste any more time with him.

However, the man obviously didn't want to let go of this rare opportunity easily. Before Beigong Juechen could take two steps, he was stopped by someone. Don't go yet, I still have something to talk to the owner of Beigong." Beigong Qiyi tilted her sword eyebrows, and said in a cold voice: "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

The man suddenly reached out and touched Beigong Juechen's neck. Beigong Juechen's face sank, and he turned around to hold the man's wrist. His dark green eyes were so cold that the man couldn't help but tremble. Putting more weight on his hands, the man moaned in a low voice, and moaned, "Oh, it hurts, let go...let go..." Beigong Juechen mocked, let go and pushed him away.

The man took two steps back, clasped his wrist and shook it vigorously, and said angrily: "Beigong Juechen! Do you think you are still the owner of the "Lizhuang" who is respected by thousands of people? No one knows, I It's very clear, you have no skill now, you are just a useless person, hahaha..."

The man pinched his waist and laughed loudly, Beigong Juechen's eyes gradually narrowed, the man's piercing laughter stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the big hands beside the man immediately stepped forward and surrounded Beigong Juechen. Surrounded, Beigong Juechen looked coldly at the man lying on the ground moaning in pain, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly.

"Oh, you, all of you, fuck me!" The man climbed up and covered his buttocks and jumped up and down loudly, seven thugs rushed up immediately, Beigong Juechen frowned, he had no moves but no internal strength, It's okay to deal with one or two people, but it's obviously impossible to deal with so many people.

However, the seven people had already raised their knives and rushed towards him, Beigong Juechen moved quickly, thinking of any way to get out of trouble,

However, at this moment, Beigong Juechen suddenly felt a tightness around his waist, and the next moment he felt a body close to him. He turned to look at the person who came, and the person smiled at him, and raised his hand to pat the seven people on the ground .

"Why is it you?" Beigong Juechen broke away from his hand, and Qi Yong smiled indifferently, "The beauty is in trouble, so I'm here to be a hero to save the beauty." Then he narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and was about to grab it. The collar of the man who sneaked away, smiled lowly and said: "Where does Master Liu want to go?" The man looked at Qi Yong in surprise, and said with a smile: "I don't know... I don't know who this lord is? Why? Will you know me?"

Qi Yong said coldly: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is the purpose of my coming." The man swallowed, and asked cautiously: "Then, I don't know where you came from, is it... What is it?

Qi Yong smiled, and said in a deep voice: "Kill you." The man's face changed, and he begged for mercy in a trembling voice, "The hero, spare your life, the hero, spare your life, I don't know the hero, and I have nothing against the hero, why the hero... ..." Qi Yong pursed his lips, glanced at Beigong Juechen, and said in a deep voice: "Because Lord Liu touched someone who shouldn't be touched."

"This..." The man looked at Beigong Juechen. Beigong Juechen stood aside coldly with his arms folded. His whole body was like a cold sword that had been frozen for thousands of years. , "The good man spared his life, it was the villain's fault, the villain's fault, he killed my son first, the villain was passed down for three generations, only one son, I just avenged my son, please forgive the villain Fate..."

Qi Yong pursed his lips and thought about it, and after a while, he threw the man whose hands were shaking into a sieve aside, and said with a meaningful smile: "Forget it, I will spare your life today, someone will take care of you, just You don't need to get my hands dirty." Before the man could react, Qi Yong grabbed Beigong Juechen's waist, jumped up and disappeared in front of his eyes.

The man got up from the ground in shock, carefully looked around, and then ran away.

After the three of them walked away, a woman in a long red dress and a man in white slowly came out of the darkness. The woman stomped her feet and gritted her teeth and said, "Damn it, it's still a step too late." The man still had no sadness on his face. Wuxi, he looked at the direction where Qi Yong and Beigong Juechen were leaving, and smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter, he will come to me sooner or later."

Hearing this, the woman also slowly laughed, "Brother is right, after all, this road is the only way to your small building. If there were not some accidents in the middle, I am afraid that Beigong Juechen is now dead. It's in your pocket."

The man withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said, "He's not in my pocket." The woman blinked in surprise, but the man had already turned around and walked back slowly. The woman stared at the man's spotless white clothes and was stunned for a moment Only trot followed the past.

The author has something to say: Aww, the main attack is on holiday~ There should be a guarantee for future updates!