Chapter 65

Yan Hongmei couldn't understand why things came unexpectedly?

Even if it happened to her own expectations, it didn't matter. Yan Qingyu had been tied to the Buddhist temple and had now become a prisoner, and she could take her life at any time.

No hurry.

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On the third night when Yan Qingyu was tied to the Buddhist temple, she suddenly opened her eyes with her eyes closed.

A subtle sound slowly sounded from outside the window, and you could hear footsteps coming from outside, and there were low controversy sounds. Sometimes you could hear something colliding with each other, rubbing fabrics, etc. Yan Qingyu squinted her eyes. On the third night, it seemed that Yan Hongmei couldn't wait to do it?

If I die here...

What shitty sky scatters Buddha's light... I have heard of this kind of low-knowing language countless times in my previous life. Buddha's light? Maybe it's fire?

Even if he was burned to death here, Yan Hongmei and the others could speak openly. The Buddha's light shining down by the Buddha took away her, the evil ghost.

The servants who were walking back and forth outside kept placing dry firewood and tinctures, splashing and splashing. When they were busy, they did not see a black figure quietly, flashing like a ghost. When they felt a pain in their necks, they lost consciousness.

At the same time, for a few hours, he rushed to Yan Qingyu directly, dragged the person down from the wooden stake without saying a word, and another person walked over with a white silk in his hand... Not only did he want to kill her, but to strangle her to death?

"Miss Seven, the servant is just doing his orders. Please don't blame the young people when you get underground!" The servant holding the white silk showed a faint feeling of unbearableness, and there was more of a ruthless luster. They are all slaves. If they don't obey the orders, they will die without a place to bury them, so don't blame them.

If you want to blame, you can’t beat other young ladies!

The white silk in the servant's hand was about to wrap Yan Qingyu's neck, the servant suddenly stopped and a bloody sword penetrated directly from behind. The silver-white sword had a bloody fishy light, which pierced the servant's heart.

The servant widened his eyes, plopped, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the servants who were wearing Yan Qingyu around them, their faces were pale. When they were about to stand up to resist, they flashed out from somewhere. One after another, silver light and sword shadows were even weakened. They had no power to resist, just like pigs, cattle and sheep to be slaughtered, their necks were smeared at will.

Plop plop plop plop...

One after another, the bodies fell to the ground, and blood kept splattering on the ground. Yan Qingyu, who was sitting on the ground, looked quietly, looking at the blood sprayed on her body with some disgust.

The slight footsteps slowly rang out, step by step, as if Mount Tai was pressing in front of him. Yan Qingyu could know who the subtle step was without guessing.

look up.

The dark eyes met a tall and noble figure.

Si Yucheng frowned and looked at the blood all over the ground. He obviously hated this mess. Gui Xing on one side took off his coat and spread it on the ground. He reluctantly stepped on the blood and came to Yan Qingyu with no expression on his face, and even a hint of mocking in his tone, "It's so weak!"

Yan Qingyu clenched her fists tightly together. This sarcastic tone made her heart feel a little angry. It is true that she is very weak now, but she cannot tolerate others despise herself in such a sarcastic tone.

Even the man in front of him cannot do it!

Yan Qingyu's teeth gently bit her lips, and a very shallow anger flashed across the corner of her mouth, and it flashed in a flash: "I don't need you to save me!"

Si Yucheng looked at her rebellious mood and suddenly felt a little stuffy in her heart. This little girl always wandered in gentleness, obedience and resistance to herself. She had countless people, and no one had the courage to be so brave to behave like this.

"You said I am meddling in other people's business?" Si Yucheng's voice was low and hoarse, just like the low and mellow sound of the guqin, beautiful and seductive.

The deep and dark eyes looked at Yan Qingyu in front of her, and she saw that her face was very pale. She was tied to the Buddhist temple for two days and three nights, so she, who was originally weak, felt like a fragile glass doll at this time.

Si Yucheng's eyes became a little darker.

Yan Qingyu couldn't see through the man in front of her, and she didn't even want to have any relationship with the man in front of her, but the facts and reality were in front of her, which forced her to face it.

She bit her red lips lightly, took a deep breath, and once again returned to her usual well-behaved and gentle appearance. She curled her lips and chuckled her faintly: "Where... Master, you are here to save me, I'm very happy!"

The color of the pupils in Si Yucheng's eyes turned black, and the rose-colored lips were gently curled up. I don't know if it was pleasure or ridicule, "Where is the puppet master beside you?"

"You said Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu doesn't know martial arts, and she can't save me here." Yan Qingyu lowered her eyes gently, and it seemed that this man knew Ziyu was by his side!

"Ha... I don't know how to do martial arts?" Si Yucheng's eyes were crisscrossed. The doll master Ziyu couldn't do martial arts? That was a big joke!

Yan Qingyu's body suddenly felt a hint of coldness, as if it was an invertebrate, cold animal, slowly crawling on her back. The man's gaze in front of her was too sharp and dark, making her think that her true identity was exposed for a moment.

Si Yucheng stared at her for a long time...

Finally, the expression in his eyes turned into darkness and nothingness. He put his hands on his chest, his eyes cold and ruthless: "You took action from Yan Hongmei but did not leave any way to protect yourself? I will give you a chance to ask me to save you!"

Yan Qingyu lowered her head heavily. No one should know her plan. Even Ziyu should not know her plan very well. However, the man in front of her completely saw it?

fear!

"Is it mute?" A hint of impatientness flashed through Si Yucheng's eyes, and the stuffy emotions in his chest were still lingering. He couldn't tell what his mood was like at the moment. He just felt inexplicably irritated when he saw this little girl not leaving any way out for him to design others.

Yan Qingyu raised her head gentle and obediently, and a faint gentleness appeared in her eyes. She had been so angry that she was crazy, but she smiled obediently and docilely on the surface: "Please save me!"

Si Yucheng's eyes were slightly relieved at this time, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly get angry and fight with him.

Since I am willing to give in, everything is easy to say.

"Give me a reason to save you!" Si Yucheng was completely arrogant. Although the depression in his heart disappeared, he even gave up a hint of pleasure when he was asking for help from Yan Qingyu's gentle and obedient voice. His doll was asking for help from him, as if he had a proud sense of belonging.

But I don't want to be too nice to her...

good?

Si Yucheng was suddenly stunned. Good to do the doll? What is good to do with the doll? Very good to this little girl?

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Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, this arrogant will suffer sooner or later.

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