Out of concern for his own life, Liu Yi had to murmur even though his calves were so frightened that he could not help but murmur.
Zhong Qingye dragged his heavy body while holding the dagger firmly on his neck without moving at all. When he heard Liu Yi's words, he replied slowly: "Believe me, I'm calmer than you.
There are many.”
Nonsense, it’s not like your life is being held in someone’s hands!
Liu Yi cursed fiercely in his heart, but clearly did not dare to express this emotion at all. His trembling feet followed Zhong Qingye's steps uncontrollably, watching her gradually leave the encirclement, nearly five years old
The half-old man almost burst into tears.
Even with his knees, he could guess what would happen to Zhong Qingye as a hostage if he really escaped.
Liu Yi's beady eyes kept wandering in his eye sockets, up and down, left and right, as if he wanted to jump out of the box, racking his brains to think of any way to ensure that he could live a little longer.
Out of the blue, Zhong Qingye suddenly said: "What is the name of your supervisor?"
"Ah?!" Liu Yizheng was deep in his own thoughts. He was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked like a conditioned reflex: "What is the name of Lord Supervisor?"
Zhong Qingye took the time to lower his head and glanced at him. The firelight reflected in her pupils, which were obviously warm in color, but the temperature did not feel high at all. The half-smiling look made people feel chilled in their hearts.
Liu Yi's heart trembled with fright, and he hurriedly lowered his head and trembled: "I don't know about him..."
The pain in his neck suddenly intensified. Liu Yi could clearly feel the traces of the cold dagger entering his skin. The cold temperature scared him to the point of sweating on his forehead. He knew it was Zhong Qingye without even guessing.
After hearing the threat in his voice, he suddenly didn't dare to say anything anymore, and sped up his voice.
"I really don't know what his full name is, but when he introduced us, he said his surname was Feng..."
The dagger suddenly stopped, and then even Zhong Qingye's footsteps stopped.
Liu Yi was so frightened that he thought Zhong Qingye didn't believe what he said, so he hurriedly defended himself: "Believe me, I really didn't lie. His surname is really Feng, but no one knows what his name is.
If you don't believe me, just ask any soldier and you will know. I really didn't lie. Just believe me..."
"My surname is Feng..." Zhong Qingye didn't pay attention to his long-winded explanation at all. He frowned and stopped in place. Suddenly he lowered his head and stared into Liu Yi's eyes and asked word for word: "Are you sure? He said it himself.
Is his surname Feng?"
Liu Yi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and nodded like a chicken.
However, the strange assassin wrapped in black cloth in front of him not only did not loosen his frown, but also had a tendency to frown more and more tightly. Liu Yi's heart was pounding, fearing that he had accidentally said something wrong and caused trouble.
A necessary disaster.
However, he never heard Zhong Qingye's voice again, but suddenly, the dagger close to his neck suddenly let go. Liu Yi suddenly trembled all over, closed his eyes tightly, and kept screaming in his heart.
It's really over this time.
He waited for a long time, but the pain that he imagined the dagger would pierce did not come for a long time, and even the movement behind him disappeared. Liu Yi stood trembling on the spot, carefully opening a gap for his little eyes, cautiously
looked out.
A large number of soldiers holding torches stood ten meters away, staring at him dumbfounded. The two sides looked at each other, big eyes and small eyes.
Liu Yi was stunned for a while, and then suddenly came back to his senses. He rushed forward as if his butt was on fire, and roared loudly: "Quickly, protect me quickly! Quickly..."
No one moved or spoke. All the soldiers stood there blankly. Mr. Liu, who was looking at them as "wise and powerful", jumped up and down between them like a lazy grasshopper and hid behind a soldier, his whole body shivering.
When trembling, no one knows what expression to make.
After shaking for a while, he dared to believe that he was really out of the line of hostages. Liu Yi let out a long breath. He was glad that he was lucky, but he also did not forget to unleash his anger on the soldiers around him, kicking and beating him angrily.
: "Are you all stupid? Can't you hear me? Why don't you go and catch the assassin for me!"
A soldier was kicked twice, and Liu Yi, whose face was full of frustration and looked like he was going crazy, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction where he had escaped, and said with tears in his eyes: "Sir, the assassin has been caught."
Caught? When?
Liu Yi stopped abusing the soldiers and looked up in confusion.
Where the two of them were, a man covered in snow-white appeared at some point. It was midnight, but he was wearing a strange gauze hat on his head, with layers of white gauze hanging down from the brim.
, rippled by the wind in circles, placed on his shoulders, and his appearance was unclear.
Lying in his arms was the assassin who was still holding Liu Yi hostage with a knife. He was leaning against him softly, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to have passed out. His two arms were hanging down limply, and the dagger in his right hand had already fallen on the ground.
The ground quietly reflected the cold light.
Two people, one black and one white, stood hugging each other. It was clear that no one's face was clear, but all the soldiers had a strange feeling, as if these two people had existed since the beginning of time.
The wind came and went silently, blowing the man's tulle and long hair flying, as if they had not changed for a long time.
Liu Yi coughed a few times, and finally walked out from the group of soldiers, walked quickly to the man, and frowned at the man in black in his arms: "Mr. Feng, what are you..."
He seemed to be in awe of the man in white and even used honorifics when speaking.
The man in white clothes shook his head slightly, and the gauze moved, revealing a small jade cone-like chin. He raised his right hand a little, and there were large blood stains on the snow-white robe. That was the blood flowing from Zhong Qingye's shoulder. He
Without saying a word, he reached out and opened Zhong Qingye's black veil.
The man put down his hand, and his voice flowed out like a mountain spring. It was faint, but clearly had a lingering chill: "You should know this face, Liu Yi, how come she died, do you think Prince Rui will
How?"
"This is..." Liu Yi was still confused at first, but when he fixed his gaze, he suddenly gasped in fright, and took a few steps back uncontrollably, his eyes widening.