Devil's Concubine

Chapter 122: The Love of the Night (4)
Gently touching the chest with the palm of his hand, the thumping heartbeat has been kept in a violent state, which hurt Mo Ranchen's heart, but hurt himself!
After a while, she raised her head and looked out of the window through the window lattice. It was dark at some point, and the dark sky made her heart feel heavier.

"It's dark, when will it be dawn?"

The night is like thick fog, permeating the entire Mingyue City.

The gates of Mingyue City were closed tightly, and there was no sound in the city.

In the night, a white figure was on the roof, flickering, the speed was as fast as lightning, and a jump was a distance of ten feet. Ordinary people could only feel a breeze gently blowing on their cheeks at a glance. As soon as it passed by, it was too late to feel the coolness brought by the wind, and the figure in white disappeared between the ups and downs.

After about twenty breaths, the white figure stopped on the wall of a seemingly inconspicuous small courtyard. Although he was walking at night, he was very conspicuous in his white clothes, and he didn't seem to care, he stopped suddenly Let the moonlight and stars shine on your body.

"It's here." Looking around, the man in white nodded slightly.

The man's facial features are not exquisite, but they are very coordinated, and there is no fault in the coordination, especially his eyes, which are long, narrow and gorgeous, extremely enchanting.

His name is enchanting.

Standing on the courtyard wall, Yaoluo not only did not restrain her aura, but her aura swirled around her body a few times, overflowing with murderous aura, she wrapped herself in the courtyard.

The owner of the courtyard is still not resting at the moment, a candle is lit in a room in the middle, and under the reflection of the candle, a vague figure is reflected on the window paper.

As the enchanting breath revealed, the figure suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of enchanting.

Across the thick wallpaper, each other's eyes exploded, one was tyrannical, the other gentle. Immediately, a voluptuous figure flashed, and he slapped the person in the room with his palm.

The window paper was shattered, and his palm directly penetrated into it and slapped the top of the man's head.

The figures in the room were not in a hurry, and waited until the enchanting energy came to their faces, then gently raised their wrists, and lightly greeted them with a palm.

With a silent palm, as soon as it touched, the enchanting figure shot out backwards, like a fired shell, smashed through the courtyard wall with a bang, and landed heavily on the bluestone pavement of the street.From the corner of his mouth, blood gushed out.

One palm is a serious injury!

Only then did the enchanting complexion change drastically, as if he didn't expect the people in the room to be so powerful in martial arts, so powerful that he couldn't even resist a palm.

The complexion was cloudy and cloudy for a while, and the enchanting body flew up again, pinching the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, and swiping the wrist down at the same time, a gleam of sword light, brought a gust of cold wind, and slashed towards the figure in the room .

"what."

The people in the room made a slight sound, and then the sound disappeared. He still slapped casually, as if he was just trying to slap a mosquito to death.

The slender and white palm rolled up a mighty aura, and faced the flying sword.

With a "clang" sound, there was a crisp metal sound.

The thin sword in Yaoluo's hand pierced the man's palm, but it didn't penetrate, but the blade of the sword folded strangely, and there was a thin sound of cracking from the blade of the long sword.

"Not good." Yaoluo immediately sensed that something was wrong, the gap in martial arts between him and the opponent was too great, and the opponent would destroy his sword as soon as he made a move.

Immediately, Yaoluo lost all fighting spirit and wanted to withdraw the long sword, but it was too late. The person in the room, whose left hand had been tucked in his sleeve, suddenly moved, and slapped out an ordinary palm.

The palm that was slapped seemed to be just to help Yaoluo brush off the dust on his clothes, without any strength, but as soon as the palm touched his clothes, an irresistible surging force gushed out instantly, with a bang , all slapped on his chest.

With a sound of "vomit", Yaoluo spat out a big mouthful of blood, and the figure was like a kite again, being photographed more than ten feet away, and after falling to the ground, he was no longer able to fight.

At this time, the person in the room slowly walked out step by step, bathed in the moonlight.

His attire is extremely simple, and it can even be described as shabby. His black hair is casually scattered behind his head, and he is wearing a coarse sackcloth. His hair and clothes are unrestricted. Floating, elegant and dusty, like a god.

There is a kind of people who are born with nobility. Even if they become beggars one day, they are still well-deserved kings and will not lower their noble heads to anyone.

Qin Shurong is undoubtedly such a person.

Fifteen years ago, when he was just ten years old, he came to Molong Kingdom. He was unruly and arrogant. The 15 years of proton career smoothed his vigor and sharpness, but not his pride.

And his pride, no one can desecrate.

Blasphemer, die!
At this moment, Qin Shurong raised his head and looked at Yao Yao who was limp on the ground from a distance. He didn't make another move. He just watched quietly. In his eyes, Yao Yao was no different from a dead person.

"You...you...how could you be so powerful?" Seemingly unwilling, the enchanting and sorrowful questioned while struggling.

Qin Shurong smiled lightly, with a very scholarly air, and he said softly: "If you have been imprisoned for 15 years, if you have been relying on others for 15 years, if you have been unable to do anything for 15 years, what will you do? ?”

"How to do it?" Enchanting felt like being struck by lightning, her heart was shaken, she gritted her teeth, and said slowly: "Get out!"

"How to kill?" Qin Shurong's voice was as elegant as ever, completely different from the domineering when he shot.

How to get out?

Enchanting stopped talking, but she looked at Qin Shurong with more and more fear, as if what was in front of him was not a person, but a devil.

Not to mention enchanting, Qin Shurong said: "For 15 years, I have always wanted to go back to Qin, go back to see my mother, go back to see my people, but how do I go back? I don't have enough strength, I don't have amazing It is impossible to go back with such wisdom, and, even if it is a fluke, how can the Qin State want a useless person? Yaoluo, do you know how hard I have been through these years?"

(End of this chapter)