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Chapter 161 Standing in the blood, as warm as the earth
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"Although Ye Xiaolou has an eccentric temperament, he has always been reliable since he was in charge of Jingwanglou." Madam's tone was gentle and her voice was calming.No one will doubt that such a voice is filled with warmth.

Ye Qing would not doubt that, no matter what, he believed that his wife was wholeheartedly devoted to Jing Xianglou, just as he believed that no matter how weird Ye Xiaolou was, he would never do anything to disgrace his wife or Jing Xianglou.

Maybe, he can feel sorry for everyone in the world.

This is where his pain lies.

It was also the past that Ye Qing didn't want to think about.

Nowadays, it is increasingly becoming a future that Ye Qing does not want to imagine.

"Ye Qing, do you know that I was not willing to let the landlord take you back to the mirror to the building?" The lady's tone became slower and slower. Ye Qing lowered his head, and the starlight shone on the deep pool of the Arctic Pavilion like a dream.

He knew that his wife was suffering unimaginable pain in this pool of blue water.

pain.

Grit your teeth.The wounds on his body recovered long ago under An Zhuyan's treatment, but the wounds in his heart got deeper and deeper.

Every time he got close to the Arctic Pavilion, this wound would cause him pain as openly as the sun had cleared through the clouds.

Madam never asked him to kill a good person, and neither did the original poster.

Ever since Jing Xianglou opened his business, Ye Qing asked himself that he had never killed an innocent person by mistake.

"Those people are all worthy of death." Ye Qing thought to himself secretly.

A killer can only be ruthless and his knife is fast enough.

Only without worry can his sword not harm himself before killing his opponent.

What's more, the world is so big and there are so many masters, no one knows when he will die by another sword.

Ye Qing glanced at Ye Ling quietly.

In the past few months, Yeling has changed a lot, and everyone in Jingxianglou has changed a lot.

Of course, it can also be said that the entire Qi State has also changed a lot.

Suishan red rain, the court is corrupt.

The whole country is in panic.

The hummingbird that returned from the north a few days ago brought tragic news to Jingxiang Tower.

"What do you think about Qingxia Mountain, madam?"

Originally, today, he needed to ask his wife for instructions about Qingxia Mountain.

Although he is the deputy building owner, Ye Xiaolou is not in Qixia Mountain, so Ye Qing always feels that he is not competent.

He always felt that just to protect the curtain and prevent the location of Jingwanlou from being exposed to the world was already a matter of great effort for him.

I don’t know why, but in the past twelve hours, the curtains at the 36 connections have always had various weird problems.

Yesterday, a mountain deer that did not belong to Qixia Mountain came to Jingwei Tower in a daze.

Fortunately, An Zhuyan saw it first.

If An Zhuyan was gambling happily with himself at the gambling table, I am afraid that yesterday would be the day for the death of this mountain deer.

This kind of thing would never have happened in the past ten years.

Before yesterday, a group of ants gathered around Xichi like a tide.

This group of ants is not as lucky as the mountain deer.

Ye Ling's temperament is not as good as An Zhuyan's. She is very steady, accurate and fast.

The ants may have nowhere to look for food outside the mountain, but they finally managed to sneak into Qixia Mountain, but their efforts were still in vain. The snow disappears and the spring water is endless.

They lined up happily, knowing nothing before the gate of hell.

If Ye Qing saw these ants and used a magic trick to create a small pile of food, he would let the ants eat, then quietly open a small gap in the curtain and let them go.Although Ye Qing had killed countless people, he would never raise his sword lightly against those lives that could be spared, those beings that were harmless to the world.

A killer with a bodhisattva heart really doesn't know whether it is his opponent's luck or his own misfortune.

"Ye Qing, do you know why I don't want to take you two in?"

Ye Qing shook his head, and Ye Ling didn't know how to answer.

"Do you know the significance of the existence of Jingxiang Tower?"

The two looked at each other, still silent.

"So I say, there is only one Ye Xiaolou in the world. No matter how hard he works, Ye Qing, Ye Ling, or even Nightingale will never be half as good as Ye Xiaolou."

Although these words didn't sound good, Ye Ling was convinced.

What Mrs. Today said is that no one can compare with Ye Xiaolou.

No matter Nightingale or Ye Qing, even the two talented and extraordinary-looking princes today cannot compare with Ye Xiaolou.

The four realms are vast and the heaven and earth are vast. Even if you go up to the Kunlun Mountains or down to the Congji Abyss, no one can compare with Ye Xiaolou.

Even though the lady was belittling herself when she said this, Ye Ling's lips revealed a shy girlish smile.

"why are you laughing?"

Ye Qing winked.Ye Ling naturally understood what he was asking.

"The poster is naturally the most outstanding person in the world. Regardless of his literary, military, or personal accomplishments, he is one of the best in the world. It is Ye Ling's blessing to be able to serve the poster and his wife. It is Ye Ling's blessing to grow up in Jingxiang Tower. Ling Sansheng is lucky. No matter what Madam wants Ye Ling to do, or whatever Madam asks Ye Ling to do, a stupid bird has its time, even if that time comes, it will cost me my life. For Ye Ling, It is also at all costs.

My life belongs to Qixia Mountain, just like every plant and tree in Qixia Mountain. It does not belong to me, but to my wife and Jing Xianglou. "

Ye Ling rarely spoke like this, and he kept talking flattering words. This was not Ye Ling at all.

Ye Qing sighed softly to himself, when did it become like this.It seems that there have been too many changes during these days.It is no longer possible to go back to the simpler times.

Perhaps, between heaven and earth, in the government and the public, there has never been a truly pure time.

Only the eyes of that person, that young man in Xingyi, were clear. As time went by, those eyes were as clear as the sea.

No, it is clearer than the sea and stars.

It is said that a person's eyes represent a person's soul.

Ye Xiaolou's soul may also be so clear.

A man traveled across three cities in one night in order to kill people. He would do anything to kill people, and even turned the killing into a gorgeous show between heaven and earth, which was more beautiful and more exciting than the show on the stage.

How could such a person have a clean soul, how could he have such bright and clear eyes.

Or this sentence is wrong and used by the poet to deceive the poet.

Or he was wrong, and what he saw in front of the curtain that night was not real.

What is the truth?It was his own feelings for Ye Xiaolou that confused his rationality.

Isn't that what he knows?

He saw it with his own eyes, seeing those people in the yellow flower cage suffocating to death.

Death is painless, but it is unbearable to watch.

Pedestrians on the street went crazy, trampling on each other and biting each other as if they were possessed.

How could a normal person do such a thing.Humans are not beasts, how can they do things that beasts do?

Flesh and blood dripping.

And Ye Xiaolou, the man in apricot clothes, treated them tenderly, looking at these people, standing in the blood, as warm as the earth.

(End of this chapter)