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These people came with bad intentions, and their murderous aura was undisguised.

Ji Huai leaned on the door panel, tightly grasping Zhan Hua's hand, his face pale.

"Seventh Young Master." A familiar voice came from behind the crowd, and the sword-wielding men retreated a step to each side to make way.

The person with deep facial features and green eyes was none other than Huan Ziang, the deputy master of Fengyu Pavilion, who was also the first group of people to look for Shang Jihuai.

He was also in the martial arts league meeting before, but there were Heng Long and Cong Yingqiu and others. Ji Huai did not speak to him, and because he was led by Zhan Hua to escape from Fengyu Pavilion and was also sent to prison. After being poisoned, he felt a little grudge in his heart, and didn't want to have too much interaction with Tong Huan Ziang.

Unexpectedly, after going around and going around, it fell into their hands again.

It's just that Ji Huai was no longer at a loss as before, instead he covered up the panic just now, Huan Ziang said with a smile: "It turned out to be Deputy Pavilion Master Huan, thank you for saving my life."

Huan Ziang sneered, and said in a bad tone: "I can't afford to be thanked by the seventh son. It's just that I, Fengyu Pavilion, made an agreement with the Ji family. The Fengyu Pavilion will protect the safety of the Ji family. The seventh son will go with us, but now you Ji Qi has made the incident known to everyone, and I, Fengyu Pavilion, only occupy one of the four shares, so it can be considered that your Ji family has broken the contract!"

"The Deputy Pavilion Master's words are wrong." Ji Huai said neither humble nor overbearing: "At the beginning we cooperated sincerely, but Fengyu Pavilion poisoned me when I came up. There is still one of the four shares, everyone is friendly, and there will be no more troubles, if—"

Speaking of this, Ji Huai swept away the people holding swords in the yard, "The deputy cabinet chief will come hard, I'm afraid that the loss outweighs the loss for both sides."

Huan Ziang stared at him gloomyly for a long while, then suddenly he clapped his hands and laughed, "Scholar should look at him with admiration for three days, Mr. Qi is really a wonderful person!"

Suddenly his smile faded, and he shouted to the people next to him: "Put down your knives! Can you afford to disturb the Seventh Young Master?"

The sound of the sword being scabbard resounded in the courtyard, Huan Ziang turned sideways and stretched out his hand to beg, "Seventh Prince's house is warm."

Ji Huai glanced at him, and had no other choice but to lift his feet into the house, and just after taking a few steps, he heard Huan Ziang angrily say, "Kill this man!"

The situation changed suddenly in an instant, and the snow falling from the sky became extremely slow in Ji Huai's eyes. Only then did he remember that Zhan Hua did not have the mask and black robe as a disguise, and he was already exposed in front of everyone.

Huan Ziang stretched out his hand to grab his hand, but Ji Huai suddenly retreated, and crashed into the cold and familiar embrace.

"Ji Huai, have you ever killed someone?" Zhan Hua's voice rang in his ears.

"No." He grabbed Ji Huai's wrist, his arms and wrists moved quickly with Zhan Hua's strength, and countless thin white silver threads flew out of his hand.

White snow and silver threads, broken arms and stumps.

Zhan Hua's breath fell on his ears, warm blood splashed on his face continuously, Ji Huai's eyes reflected one after another frightened and dying faces, but the person who embraced him did not hesitate, The movement is smooth and neat.

The hem of the clothes drew a beautiful arc in the snow, and seemed to think that the broken soul thread was meaningless, Zhan Hua kicked the sword and held it, and then stuffed it into Ji Huai's hand.

There was a knife behind him, and Zhan Hua held Ji Huai's wrist and threw him out. Ji Huai couldn't hold back his strength, and the long sword pierced a man's heart. The man spit blood from his mouth and fell out of breath. go down.However, before he was stunned, he was dragged back, the long sword was separated from the flesh and blood, and the blood splashed all over the ground.

The two separated and reunited. Zhan Hua led him to fly up to the high wall, looked at Huan Ziang who had never made a move, and said in a cold voice: "Vice Pavilion Master Huan, Ye Mou will keep this favor in mind."

Before he finished speaking, he flew away with Ji Huai.

The few remaining people below flew to chase after them, but Huan Ziang raised his hand to stop them.

The subordinates looked at him in surprise, "Deputy Pavilion Master?"

"It really is him." Huan Ziang's face was very ugly, "Don't chase after him, you can't beat him."

Someone asked: "What is the background of that person?"

Huan Ziang looked at the small piece of silver thread left by the other party, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master of Hell Sea, Ye Zhanhua."

The rest of the people were all stunned, and someone said in a panic, "Ye Zhanhua who killed Grandmaster Canyue and Qianlijian and Shuangdaomen a year ago!?"

"Then isn't this..." Someone's face turned pale instantly.

"Break, soul, silk."

As soon as the name came out, there was silence all around, combined with the broken arms and limbs all over the ground, it was particularly terrifying and frightening.

Huan Ziang gritted his teeth and said, "Follow me to find Heng Long! Ji Huai has long been in contact with people from Hell Sea, and we have all been tricked by him!"

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Ji Huai was led by Zhan Hua to pass over the roof and eaves, his nostrils were still full of the smell of blood, and he wanted to gag, but he endured it.

Zhan Hua led him to land in a deserted courtyard. There was a tree planted in the courtyard, and the branches that had lost their leaves stretched towards the sky, cutting the snow curtain to pieces like a knife blade.

Ji Huai kept flashing the terrified faces of those people before they died. The blood on his hand was sticky and warm. He broke away from Zhan Hua's hand and squatted in the snow to wash his hands with the thick snowdrift.

The snow melted into water at body temperature, but it was still bitingly cold. Ji Huai rubbed his hands vigorously, his fair skin was flushed red and purple, but he still refused to stop.

Zhan Hua frowned, walked over and pulled him up, saying, "It's been cleaned."

Ji Huai's hand didn't know whether it was frozen by the snow or scalded by blood. It trembled slightly. Hearing this, he raised his head to look at him. The feeling of the sword piercing his flesh was lingering in his mind, and he backed away unconsciously. After taking two steps, he tripped over the dead wood under his feet and almost fell into the snow.

"You're going to kill someone sooner or later." Zhan Hua looked at him expressionlessly, "I'm just helping you in advance."

"How do you know that I'm going to kill someone sooner or later?" Ji Huai only felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart, but was suppressed by his rationality, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."

Then hurried into the abandoned house.

Zhan Hua rescued him many times, and he was in the whirlpool. Either you die or I die. The matter of life and death is perfectly normal. Zhan Hua killing someone to protect him is no different from killing him himself.

He can't use his benevolence and morality to restrain Zhan Hua, let alone kill someone because Zhan Hua protects him, but here he pretends to accuse Zhan Hua from the moral high ground.

That's disgusting.

Ji Huai randomly found a place and sat down, pressing his trembling hands tightly in his arms.

Sooner or later he will kill.

He still has to figure out the secret left by Zhao Jian, deal with everyone in the Wulin League, and fulfill the bet with Zhan Hua, neither of which is easy to get along with, and Ji Huai is just a despicable and cowardly little boy people.

He has no right to lose his temper with Zhan Hua.

Can only silently loathe myself.

Zhan Hua walked into the room and found Ji Huai sitting in the corner, his face was pale and his eyes were red.

He walked slowly to Ji Huai, let go of the blood-stained silver thread, sat opposite him and wiped the blood with a handkerchief.

"It will be infected when there is snow falling on it, and there will be no blood under normal circumstances." Zhan Hua wiped the thread carefully and said: "I have killed countless people with them, just like just now."

Ji Huai stared at those silver-white threads, these murderous silk threads were all wrapped around his wrists before.

"Zhao Yue is cautious by nature. I wore the broken soul silk to pretend that there was a flaw, so I simply got entangled in your hands." Zhan Hua threw the blood-stained handkerchief to the ground, and stretched out his hand to him.

Ji Huai gritted his teeth and said: "Zhao Yue is not here, you can keep it yourself."

"Are you afraid it has killed someone?" Zhan Hua raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Ji Huai was heartbroken, and handed him his wrist, "It's just a few thin lines, what's so scary?"

Zhan Hua slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and loosely wrapped the broken soul silk around his white wrist, and tied it with a slipknot as usual.

"Why did you call yourself Ye?" Ji Huai asked with a frown.

Zhan Hua didn't care and said, "Of course my surname is Ye."

Ji Huai suddenly raised his head and looked at him, "Aren't you called Zhan Hua!?"

"Ye Zhanhua." Zhanhua said seriously: "Everyone else calls me Ye Zhanhua, but you are the only one who calls me Zhanhua Zhanhua every day."

Ji Huai said angrily: "It's clear that you said your name is Zhan Hua!"

"My name is Zhan Hua, and I didn't lie." Zhan Hua said.

Ji Huai was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him.

He has known Zhan Hua for so long, even after kissing him several times, he actually didn't know that Zhan Hua's surname is Ye!

"I lead you to kill people, or my surname is Ye, which one makes you more angry?" Zhan Hua asked him seriously.

Ji Huai took a deep breath and twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm not angry."

Seeing that his eyes were red with anger, Zhan Hua frowned, stretched out his hand to grab his purple hands and stuffed them into his arms, saying: "The man has already been killed, if you are really angry, I can change my surname to Zhan. "

Although Zhan Hua's body temperature was lower than normal, it was also warmer than Lengxue. Ji Huai's hands were itchy, and he asked in surprise, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Although he was angry, he was just angry that Zhanhua didn't tell him earlier, and there was absolutely no reason for him to change his name because of this.

"I didn't think carefully about today's matter." Zhan Hua apologized to him, "I didn't expect you to be so scared."

Ji Huai said: "I don't mean to blame you. In the final analysis, I am useless. It's just... I don't like killing people."

Zhan Hua changed his hand in his bosom, and said, "I don't like it either."

But it has become a habit, and it is difficult to change it.

"I want to kill you, why are you not afraid of me, but want to get close to me instead?" Zhan Hua asked with some doubts.

The corner of Ji Huai's mouth twitched, recalling his miserable experience in Zhan Hua's hands before, he said that he was scared out of his wits long ago.

It's just a rebound after bottoming out, full of lust, and a twitch of the brain, imitating those scholars to experience how romantic it is to die under the peony flower.

Naturally, this cannot be said.

So Ji Huai said without changing his face: "Because I like you."

Then he looked at the murderous devil in front of him, and his ears blushed expressionlessly under his gaze.

The author has something to say:

Zhan Hua: In order to deceive people, I lost my real name.

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This book has been busy revising and perfecting the outline during the holidays, and the update is unstable, so I apologize to the cuties! 【Dog head hugs head】

It will be updated tomorrow~ Bow!