[Yi Tian] Reborn Qing Ruo He Ze

"Hey." There was an eerie laugh from the cell, Zhou Zhiruo sat up and looked up, a figure outside the cell was cast on the ground, walking step by step.

When I got to the near light, I saw that it was the deer stick guest among the two elders of Xuan Ming.There was a wretched smile on a thin and old face.

Lu Zhangke has always been lustful, when he went outside the cell and looked at Zhou Zhiruo who was sitting on the bed, his temples were slightly disheveled, his face was slightly pale, but his face was still peach blossom and jade, as bright as an autumn moon, and he stared straight at him for a while.

The Luzhangke looked obscene, Zhou Zhiruo's heart jumped into her throat, her body trembled slightly, she quietly pulled out a hairpin from her hand, and hid it in her sleeve.She can't exercise her martial arts at all now, and once she exercises her martial arts, the cold air spreads around, and the blood in her whole body seems to be frozen.

"Kang Dang" Lu Zhangke unlocked the door and walked in, "Little beauty, you don't have to wait, no one will come to rescue you."

Zhou Zhiruo pressed her pale lips tightly, Lu Zhangke stared at her with bright eyes, and licked her dry lips lightly.

She felt nauseous looking at him, but she didn't dare to move her eyes, she was afraid that if she moved her eyes, the deer sticker would pounce on him, and unconsciously clenched the hairpin tightly in her hand.

At this time, Lu Zhangke didn't care about it, he rushed forward and pressed her on the bed, and said: "Today I will taste your little beauty." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to tear her clothes.

Zhou Zhiruo felt enveloped by a disgusting smell. She watched Lu Zhangke's withered and frightening face gradually come closer, and she raised her right hand quickly, and slashed hard at his throat.

"Ah!" Luzhangke slapped her wrist with a palm, covered his neck and stepped back, blood slowly flowed out from his thin neck, dripping on the ground, the smell of blood filled the room, Luzhangke Quickly poking an acupoint for himself to stop the bleeding, he stared fiercely at Zhou Zhiruo who was on the bed, his eyes were fierce and terrifying.

Zhou Zhiruo held her right wrist with her left hand, and the golden hairpin fell on the bed. Her complexion was as pale as paper, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. There were bursts of severe pain in her right wrist, and she couldn't use any strength.

Seeing Lu Zhangke's eyes cracked, Zhou Zhiruo smiled coldly.She was already weak all over, but it was a pity, if the stab just now had been a little harder, it might have killed the old thief.However, she was trapped for many days, exhausted physically and mentally, and her whole body was already limp and weak.

Lu Zhangke took down his bloody hand and spat in his heart. He had been thinking about this beauty for several days. Today, he finally found an opportunity, but he didn't realize that he was hurt like this by her. Then he thought about the past few days Li was knocked out of the weapon by a yellow-haired girl of hers.For a moment, he was even more angry.

"Okay, in this case, it's better to kill her, so as not to be ridiculed in the future." Lu Zhangke took a few steps forward after thinking about it, and looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who had been crippled by him, and stretched out a thin, slender hand like a withered hand. Branch-like hands pinched her slender neck.

Zhou Zhiruo felt that her neck was being tightened, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.The eyes are already hazy, but I can vaguely see a familiar blue figure.He couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, it was him that he saw at the last moment...

"Boom..." Lu Zhangke was hit by a palm force on his back, his clothes were torn and scattered into pieces, before he could see who was attacking behind him, he fell to the ground vomiting blood.

Song Qingshu stepped forward quickly, arrived in front of the bed, squatted down, looked at the girl lying quietly on the bed, his black eyes were deep and bottomless, his face was expressionless, his outstretched right hand trembled slightly, but he didn't dare to touch her Face.

Standing behind Song Qingshu, Shiyi looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who seemed to have no breath on the bed, and Song Qingshu, who was expressionless, his heart seemed to fall into a bottomless pit. If anything happened to Miss Zhou, the master would definitely go crazy!

The big hand caressed the cold cheek, the rough fingers probed carefully under the nose, and the breath as light as feathers blew past between the fingers.

Song Qingshu hugged the unconscious Zhou Zhiruo, put his chin on her slender shoulders, and the hands clasped around her waist were still trembling slightly, he thought... Fortunately, fortunately, you are still alive, Zhiruo.

He closed his eyes tightly, calmed his breath, and then opened his eyes, printed a light kiss on her hair, gently hugged her horizontally, and walked out.

Song Qingshu carried Zhou Zhiruo out of the dungeon in his arms. He was dressed in green and tall, but his originally handsome appearance was full of hostility at the moment.

Behind him, the flames shot up into the sky, and the angry flames swept across half of the sky.

When Zhao Min heard the news and arrived at the sky prison, the fire had already licked every corner of the sky prison, the remaining wooden frame collapsed and dust was flying.

Crane Biweng fell to his knees in front of the ruins of the prison, in front of him was an iron staff that he was all too familiar with, and two lines of tears hung on his equally emaciated face.He didn't see his senior brother early in the morning, and after asking, he got the answer from his brother's disciple Uwang Apu's faltering mouth, knowing that he had come to the prison.

Senior brother has always been a womanizer, but he didn't expect that he just went out with the princess, and the two senior brothers would be separated forever!

"Princess, who did this? I must avenge my brother!" He Biweng asked Zhao Min who was behind him, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and his hands were tightly holding the iron staff.

Zhao Min looked at the sky prison that had been burned to ashes, his crescent eyebrows furrowed, his face covered with frost.He pondered secretly in his heart, this person must have come to save Zhou Zhiruo by burning her prison.

The fire has been burning for more than half a day, it seems that that person got into her Zhuangzi early this morning.However, her village is located on the outskirts of Dadu, and few people know about it. How did that person find it?

He even wounded Mr. Luzhang and burned him to death. His martial arts are definitely not low.In Zhao Min's mind, the man in the green clothes that night, who was as cold as jade, appeared.

Wudang Song Qingshu.

In the inner room, light smoke rises from the incense burner, filling the room with delicate fragrance.On the big bed carved with yellow wood pear, the woman is lying on the bed, her head of black silk is spread on the pillow, and her right hand is wrapped with white gauze and placed on the quilt.Her face was pale, her brows were slightly frowned, and her pink lips were tightly pursed, as if she couldn't sleep well even in her dreams.

The man sitting beside the bed had long black hair tied up by a jade crown, and a few broken hairs in front of his forehead fell down beside his elegant side face, adding a bit of wickedness. He held the woman's hand, and his brow There are deep shadows.

The overwhelming shadow came, and Zhou Zhiruo felt that she was covered in the shadow, she couldn't escape no matter how hard she ran, and someone was chasing her behind, letting out a ferocious laugh.

"Don't, don't, don't!" Zhou Zhiruo shouted softly, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she opened her eyes suddenly and looked at the bed curtain above her head.

"Zhiruo." Song Qingshu called her softly, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief in one hand.

Zhou Zhiruo slowly turned her head to look at him blankly, and the memory in her mind slowly returned.

Heaven prison, deer stick guest.

Looking at Song Qingshu's Qingjun face and the worry that could not be concealed in his smiling eyes, Zhou Zhiruo burst into tears.The fear of being in the sky prison these days, the exhaustion of the body, and the grievance in the heart suddenly seemed to have found an outlet.

Song Qingshu held her in his arms, patted her back with his big hand along the blue hair, and said, "Zhiruo, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Tears fell more fiercely, she unconsciously hugged Song Qingshu's shoulders with both hands, lay in his arms, and cried loudly.She was really scared, afraid that she would be imprisoned in the sky prison forever, afraid that she would be deer stick... afraid that she would just die in that dark prison.

As if knowing that she was venting her fear, Song Qingshu just hugged her and comforted her carefully.

I don't know how long I cried, but Zhou Zhiruo felt her throat dry, and couldn't help coughing twice.

Only then did Song Qingshu let her go, let her lean against the bed and carefully placed a few soft pillows behind her.He got up and reached for a glass of clear water, put it between her lips, fed her a few sips, and twisted a wet handkerchief to wipe her tears carefully.

Zhou Zhiruo slowly stopped her sobs, she licked her slightly dry lips, lowered her eyes slightly, feeling a little afraid to raise her eyes to look at Song Qingshu.Just now I just felt all sorts of grievances hit me for a while, and I hugged him like that without thinking about it, and now I started to feel shy when I regained my senses, thinking of this, I couldn't help but blushed a little more.

Song Qingshu saw that her face was blushing, her hair was like a waterfall of blue hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, her originally round and graceful jaw became sharper, her hands were slightly closed on the quilt embroidered with red brocade orchids, and she looked cute.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and pinched her jaw with just enough strength to lift her face without causing her pain.

"Zhiruo, I'm sorry, I'm late." Song Qingshu caressed the circle of black and white on her slender and white neck, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and it was fleeting.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't see it, she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her neck, and said embarrassingly, "Isn't it ugly?"

Song Qingshu took her hand and held it in his own, smiled and said, "I'm very happy."

Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback when she heard the words, and hummed pretending to be angry: "I'm hurt, but you're still happy."

He smiled even more happily, then gently hugged her into his arms, put it close to her ear, and said softly: "Zhiruo, I am very happy, you are relying on me, when I hugged you, you did not push away I."

Zhou Zhiruo only felt his breath blowing in her ears, every word was like a hot iron, deeply imprinted in her heart.

The author has something to say:

Has Miss Zhiruo fallen into the pampering of Qingshu and can't extricate herself? ?