Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 221 Illusion Weapon (3)
Qiu family!It's Qiu's house again!
At this time, the atmosphere in Qiu's house is not much better than Xiao Luo's. Since yesterday, Qiu Hongyi's face has not been relaxed. Zhang Shengming shut himself in the room without eating or drinking, and Xia Panyun was almost Just like Xiao Luo, whenever he thought of this, he would speak the worst words of his, swearing at the air all by himself like a shrew, making the servants in the villa afraid to vent their anger.

Qiu Qianxue simply went to the climbing greenhouse early after dinner every day. Staying in such a place for a long time will definitely shorten the life span, and one must cherish life while alive.

After working in the basement for a while, when I went up to the room, a crescent moon hung in the sky, and the night was as cool as water, which made Qiu Qianxue suddenly feel like taking a walk at night.

There are not many vehicles on the road now, and the unique sense of tranquility pervades the night, and the damp and cold air is very fresh.

Walking down the green belt, Swing Snow casually chose a direction along the road for a stroll, looking at the bright flowers in the flower beds on the side of the road from time to time, and kicking the stones on the side of the road in boredom.

After taking a big bend around the road, I walked to Quanxi Park unknowingly.

Even though it was night, there were couples in twos and threes in the park sitting on benches rubbing their ears together, and Swing Snow was kicking a stone that had been kicked all the way from a few hundred meters away, jumping forward, suddenly the eyes were covered The next shadow.

Raising his head, the man dressed in black who has not changed for thousands of years also looked down at her slightly.

"Mr. Shi is also taking a walk? What a coincidence."

Qiu Qianxue kicked the stone into the grass, turned around and stood in the same direction as Shi Yiqing: "We can be together."

After speaking, she started walking in the other direction.

Shi Yiqing stared at her brisk walking back. Today she was wearing a thick light-colored mink sweater. Under the warm yellow light, she looked like a silkworm baby wrapped in silk, with long black hair hanging loose. As she hopped and danced in the wind, she was almost 1.6 meters tall, and she always looked so petite, as if she could be hidden in her arms with just one hug.

Seeing her put her hands to her mouth to breathe, Shi Yiqing caught up with her in a few steps, stretched out his hand and took her hands into his palm: "Why is it so cold?"

Grasping those two soft and boneless little hands, Shi Yiqing didn't want to let go, the soft and cool touch made him desire further, he really wanted to hold her whole in his arms.

Resisting not to look at her thin body any more, Shi Yiqing walked forward with his hands wrapped around her.

Qiuqianxue was breathing heavily with her hands raised and folded in front of her chest, but Shi Yiqing suddenly grabbed her and walked her forward like this. This posture is just like when a trafficker abducts a disobedient child, forcibly holding her Walking posture.

There was a strange movement in the distance, Qiu Qianxue turned her head, and a man and two women were looking at her from four or five street lights away. Just looking at the street lights, she could still see the surprised expressions on their faces.

Seeing Qiu Qianxue looking back at them, the man and the two women seemed to have heard Qiu Qianxue crying and calling for help, and pulled away their legs, and the three of them ran towards this side, shouting as they ran, "Let go of her!" If you don’t let us go, we will call the police!”

"Quick! Catch him, he didn't run away." The man shouted after running close.

The man in front who was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and do something rude and outrageous finally heard the voice behind him.

Are you talking about him?

Another sense of déjà vu arises.

Turning around, Shi Yiqing looked at the three men who were staring at him aggressively and in a fighting posture: "What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)