My Beloved

Qin Zhi looked at Bai Bai who had shrunk into a ball and felt distressed. He hugged and coaxed her for a long time before letting her fall asleep. The night outside was getting darker, and it became more and more silent in the wilderness.

He glanced at the sky outside through the window, and the layers of gray smoke smeared blue-gray, looking quite depressed.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, stretched out his hand and opened the Huozhezi, and blew it close to his thin lips. The starlight flashed by, and the elegantly curved lips faintly appeared. The Huozhezi gradually ignited a small fire, reflecting the jade in the dark. The face is faintly visible, the face is clear and the eyebrows are picturesque.

The tavern gradually sinks into the night, the entire tavern is quiet, as if there is no one in the restaurant, and the excitement in the day seems to be an illusion.

The people in the hidden place gradually moved. Something seemed to be crawling in the darkness. There was hissing everywhere in the tavern, and the scalp was tingling.

Qin Zhi's long fingers slightly bent and picked up the lampshade, and put the fire fold on the candle wick. When the fire light gradually increased, he slowly covered the lampshade, and the hazy light reflected the jade face.

The soft hissing of the snake's letter is getting closer and closer, as if behind him, the jade flute is faintly heard in the tavern, and the intensively crawling snakes in the tavern twist with the sound of the flute, revealing sharp teeth covered with venom. .

Qin Zhi's expression was calm, and he stretched out his slender fingers and flicked on the strings. There was a silver wire in the tavern gently flicking, glowing with a biting cold light, and a few eager snakes were silent. Snake head that has lost its teeth and claws.

The sound of the flute paused slightly, Qin Zhi's fingertips slowly plucked, seemingly flicking the strings at random, but the sound of the piano from the fingertips slowly collided with each other, but it was very pleasant. Don't have a mystery in it.

If the seemingly non-existent silk thread is continuously and gently brushed, the sharp edge is exposed, and there is no trace of blood, in an instant, there will be a small snake mountain stacked in the tavern, the jade flute will gradually weaken, and the snake tide will slowly withdraw from the dark tavern.

But even if you quit the tavern, it was of no avail. As the sound of the piano gradually began to tune into the mid-tide, the silver wire flickering in all directions was silent, and there was no way to avoid it.

The figure outside the tavern floated to avoid the sharp silver wire, and the pace was no longer regular, and it was quite a mess of helplessness.

"Unexpectedly, the Dark Factory Ghost Sect hides its head and reveals its tail like this, and dare not come out to tell us about it. It's a turtle!"

Qin Zhi smiled slightly at the corners of his lips, "It would be better to practice martial arts more solidly if you spend time practising martial arts, so as not to lose my interest..."

The people outside the tavern are naturally inaudible, and I heard that the verbal scolding is even more fierce, but the physical strength to avoid dodge in the formation will eventually be exhausted, and the screaming will be reduced.

Qin Zhi stopped the sound of the piano when he saw it, reached out his hand to pick up the lamp on the side, turned and slowly went downstairs, Chu Xing quickly picked up the piano and followed behind.

Qin Zhi walked out of the tavern slowly, and the people outside saw that they were all taken aback, don't want this man to be a soft food?

They really can’t blame them for underestimating the enemy. This man doesn’t know martial arts. He looks like a vase-like prince of the family. He is beautifully presented. Naturally, it is impossible to spend time on him, so all their thoughts are put on the bones. People in the arena are waiting for the opportunity. This time they have spent so much effort to take the lives of the bones, so that they can be born in the arena and make a name for themselves.

Qin Zhi looked at the people in the yard, all of whom had been seen in the daytime, but at this time, the expressions were all fierce. The good storyteller is really not a storyteller, and the shy and restrained shopkeeper is not the shopkeeper. All murderers walking in the arena.

Qin Zhi glanced at the messy corpses of poisonous snakes on the ground, with a faint expression of boredom.

The shopkeeper’s look is vicious and cruel, and he is completely the same as Bairi Li, "Huang-mouthed child, don’t have any rants, be more acquainted with the ghost sect’s bones, or forgive you not to die, otherwise I will offend my teacher. You can never escape from the middle of my teaching."

Qin Zhi chuckled when he heard the words and did not answer the conversation. He slowly stepped forward and placed the lamp on the ground steadily, with a graceful manner, as if he was just enjoying the moon and playing the piano, adding a touch of comfort.

The storyteller on the side rolled his eyes, his expression was not as decent as he was in the day, his eyes were full of cunning and insidious, "It is useless to talk to this kid, it is better to kill this person first, and then enjoy it in the room. , I can see it, the white-boned skin is beautifully made, and the legs are slender. It must be more interesting to play than this boring tavern lady~"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone laughed. The night in the wilderness was extremely quiet, and the comfort of the breeze in the day turned into the terrible rustle in the night. The meaning behind the laughter made people's hair stand upright. Maybe **** is not terrible, but some people don’t dare to see more...

Qin Zhi slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were extremely cold, and the past warmth was completely gone, but his expression was so calm that he showed a terrifying cold blood, "I wanted to leave a good impression..."

Hearing the words, Chu Xing passed the qin forward and closed his eyes subconsciously.

It was already midnight when Bai Bai woke up again. She only remembered that she had fallen asleep hiding in Qin Zhi's arms, but now she was lying in the carriage under the quilt, and he was not nearby.

She sat up slowly, the scent of soothing fragrance came from the tip of her nose, which made people drowsy inexplicably, but she was not sleepy at all, as if she had antibodies.

"Miangong." He yelled in vain and saw that no one answered, he got up and lifted the driving curtain and looked outside. The carriage was parked in the woods quietly, as if she was the only one.

She was a little dazed for a while, and suddenly heard a sound from a distance, like a human scream. In this silent night, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally put on her shoes and climbed onto the carriage. After walking in the direction of the voice for a long time, I found that the tavern entered by day was in the distance.

The wind rustled on the leaves, and the scent of blood came over her face. The moonlight could not shine under the forest. This place was invisible darkness.

Suddenly seeing the first two green lights flashing, she heard the cat's call for a moment before she realized that it was a black cat, walking slowly in the dark night, seeming to be attracted by the smell of blood.

In vain, she continued to move forward, but only a few steps stopped on the spot, because there was a dim lamp shining there, she could see very clearly, she could not see the person clearly, and she could recognize the person by her body shape. he.

But this was not what stopped her, but the fear in her heart. She hurriedly hid behind the tree aside and looked at the **** scene in the distance.

In the distance, the ground was full of dark water stains, and a beach almost filled the entrance of the tavern. The inside of the tavern seemed to be empty, and everything was pitch-black and there was no human atmosphere at all.

The faint light of the lamp shone on the ground and showed a bright red and dazzling color, full of blood stains, where a corpse was lying silently on the pool of blood, only one person knelt there and shivered.

The one who was kneeling seemed to be a storyteller in the day, why, did the Xiang Gong kill the people in the tavern...?

She shuddered as she thought, and couldn't help taking a breath.

Suddenly, Chu Xing looked at him this time, as if he was about to carry his sword over to inspect.

Frightened in vain, the black cat in the woods "meow" out from under the tree and ran to their place, and immediately fled when they saw some strangers.

Only then did Chu Xing withdraw his gaze and stopped coming.

In vain, slowly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, not daring to breathe loudly at all.

"My son, Qiuqiu, let go of Wo, the little ones don't dare to talk nonsense anymore..." The storyteller was vague, his mouth seemed to have been inhumanely abused, and his tone trembled, as if from his bones. The fear trembles.

Qin Zhi's expression was calm, there was a mess in front of his eyes, but his clothes were still tidy, only blood stained on his clothes, and even his eyebrows were lit with dots of blood, and he looked a bit like Shura.

He quietly looked at the storyteller, and suddenly his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curled, and the corners of his lips were slightly cursed, and he smiled, "I always do things reasonable, and I can't help but be close to the slightest favor when you plead like this... Ask you a question, and if you answer it well, I will let you survive."

The storyteller nodded again and again, with hope in his eyes.

Qin Zhi glanced at the tavern, and asked with a gentle expression: "I just heard you mention the shopkeeper lady in this tavern, so I will ask you, did she ask you to let her go?"

The storyteller was short of breath, and for a long while he hurriedly replied in fear and sincerity: "I beg you..."

Qin Zhi's eyebrows smiled more and more, and his tone was gentle and lightly said: "Then have you let it go?"

The storyteller paused for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Let... let it go!"

Chu Xing swung his sword out of its sheath, and the half-popped scabbard hit his already **** mouth fiercely. The storyteller wailed in pain and hurriedly changed his words and said the truth: "No, we killed her and threw... ...Throw it in the wine cellar..."

Qin Zhi laughed softly when he heard the words, "That's what's wrong with you. Since you can speak well in this way, you should also be literate and hyphenated. Haven't you heard the truth that you don't do to others as you don't want it?" He stretched out his hand and took out a veil from his arms, wiped the blood stains on his eyebrows, and smoothed the creases on his head with his slender and white fingers. He slowly folded the veil into strips, "You can't do it yourself, how can you? Forcing others to do it?"

The storyteller only felt that death was close at hand, and with all his strength, he knocked his head at Qin Zhi a few times, "Wo...don’t dare anymore, son-in-law! I don’t dare to talk nonsense anymore, Qiuqiu, let it go. Wo, Qiuqiu!"

It's a pity that Qin Zhi has no smile in his eyes, only cool and indifferent.

The pleading voice can be heard in vain. This is the fear of death of a person who is on the verge of despair. It makes people tremble in their ears. As long as it is a person, there will be a trace of pity.

But Qin Zhi remained unmoved, raised his feet step by step into a pool of blood, walked slowly behind the storyteller, and suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap the cloth around his neck, and his long legs bent slightly against his back. The hand strangled the neck of the storyteller.

The white pupils suddenly enlarged, and she was so scared that she didn't know what she was going to do. She only looked at the storyteller's violent struggle from the very beginning to the exhaustion, and finally lowered her head silently.

Her head was blank, and she even stopped breathing.

Qin Zhijing waited for a moment before releasing the cloth strip. The storyteller fell to the blood. He watched the storyteller fall to the ground and said, "Go and get the wine." The lamp placed on the ground turned and walked away.

Chu Xing entered the inn and moved a few jars of wine out, smashing them one by one in front of the tavern and outside the courtyard, and then retreated behind Qin Zhi.

The smell of wine mixed with the **** smell spread to the entire forest, Qin Zhi threw out the lamp in his hand, the fire spread like a tongue of fire, and the flames spread, reflecting the night like day.

Qin Zhi's face was extremely clear in the light of the fire, but he didn't have any expressions from beginning to end, as if it were a sparse and ordinary thing.

A coolness came up from the soles of her feet for nothing, and she couldn't help but shiver. She was extremely scared but inexplicably calm, almost subconsciously holding her breath and stepping back away from this place cautiously. Only when they were far away did they rush back in a panic. The carriage, hid in the bed of the carriage and closed your eyes tightly, hoping that you just had a nightmare, none of this is true!