In the dim palace, there was no other sound except two slight breathing sounds. Since Ying Zheng revealed half of Qing Xi's identity, all the maids who stayed in the palace at night were sent to the outer hall. In the inner hall, only Qing Xi's identity was revealed.
Qingxi was left alone.
The existence of such a top killer is enough to act as a guard.
In a sense, the killer who is best at assassination is also the best guard at guarding, because the killer knows the killer's methods better.
Behind the desk in the palace, there is a soft couch. During the day, this is where Ying Zheng takes his lunch break. At night, this place becomes Qing Xi’s nest. At this time, the Snare Killer wraps himself in a thick
Under the quilt, I listened to the gentle sound of wind outside the hall. For a moment, I had no intention of sleeping at all.
Her internal strength has been cultivated to an extremely deep level. Not only in the net, but also in the whole world, at the age of less than twenty years old, she has already practiced her internal strength to the point where she has opened up the two meridians of Ren and Du, and her internal strength is fully self-generated.
, are also very few.
Now Qingxi has been able to protect herself from the cold and heat, but tonight, even though she was wrapped in a thick quilt, she felt an unprecedented coldness. She had not experienced this feeling for a long time.
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At this time, no matter how she circulated her true energy, she could not dispel the coldness deep in her heart. It was not her skin that was cold, but her blood.
"What's wrong with me?" Qing Xi murmured to herself as she waited for a pair of eyes that were three points darker than the night.
"Is it because of that mission?" Qingxi asked in the darkness.
"It's just a task. Although that task is difficult, the previous tasks were not easy. Why does this task make me so uneasy? Am I afraid?" Qingxi said to herself.
"No, I'm not afraid. This is different from the fear I felt when I killed someone for the first time ten years ago. This time, I'm afraid, not for my own life, but for what I'll lose and what I'll lose.
?If you can even put your life aside, what else are you afraid of losing?"
Puzzled, Qingxi felt that the coldness in her heart was getting stronger and stronger. She couldn't help but turn over, from lying on her back to lying on her side. The direction she faced was the direction of the only bed in the hall.
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The sound of heavy breathing penetrated the darkness and reached Qingxi's ears.
"Your Majesty, it seems different from what the master said about the Queen Mother." Qingxi said to herself while distinguishing the heavy breathing.
"Your Majesty's martial arts are already very good, with strong energy and blood, and a strong body. Even those who are good at foreign martial arts are no more than this."
From the sound of breathing, Qing Xi could tell that Ying Zheng's breathing was deep and long. This performance undoubtedly showed that he had practiced martial arts to a very high level. Of course, compared with Qing Xi, this level was still
Far from it.
But she also knew that Ying Zheng had been living in Zhaoguo hd before he was nine years old. There, he had no teachers. Even Ying Zheng, who lived a very difficult life, did not have any extra money to practice martial arts. Ying Zheng really came into contact with
Martial arts, that was after returning to Qin.
Counting this way, it has only been six or seven years now. What's more, in Ying Zheng's day, the time that can be spent on cultivation is really not much, and it is only one and a half hours.
Can a person really practice martial arts to a good level in such a short amount of time? Qing Xi hesitated.
Qingxi, who was thinking about it, didn't realize that when she was thinking about this problem, the coldness in her heart inexplicably decreased a lot.
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"The ancestor dragon died and the earth was divided."
"The ancestor dragon died and the earth was divided."
Suddenly, several painful groans came from the darkness.
Qingxi, who was awakened by the moan, suddenly stood up from the soft couch, stepped on the wooden board with her bare feet, and ran towards the source of the sound.
Qingxi rushed to the source of the life and saw everything in front of her clearly under the faint light. It turned out that the owner of the voice was none other than Ying Zheng.
"Is this a nightmare?" Qing Xi looked down and saw that Ying Zheng's forehead was covered with sweat.
Seeing such a scene, Qingxi quickly rolled up her sleeves and wiped the sweat from Ying Zheng's forehead with her sleeves.
"Who are you?" In the darkness, a hand suddenly grabbed Qing Xi's waist. At this time, half of the waist that was grasped fell into the powerful palm. The strength of the palm was so strong that it made her feel uncomfortable.
Qing Xigan felt a heartbreaking pain.
"Your Majesty, this slave is Qingxi."
"Qingxi, which Qingxi?" the voice said urgently.
"Your Majesty, I am a slave." Qingxi said softly.
"Qingxi." Ying Zheng grabbed the jade hand that was wiping his cold sweat in the dark and put it on his forehead.
"Did the king have a nightmare?" Qing Xi asked with concern.
"Yeah." Ying Zheng said in the darkness.
It was more than just a nightmare. For Ying Zheng, that nightmare was simply a nightmare within a nightmare. He dreamed that when he was forty-nine years old, during his eastern tour, he passed by the sand dune palace, and then died suddenly.
and died, so that a great drama was staged in which the ancestral dragon died and was divided.
If he were just Ying Zheng, he might just regard it as a nightmare and not be so scared, but he happened to have another memory, and that memory told him that the nightmare was not just a nightmare, but a nightmare.
It will become a fact to a certain extent.
The nightmare was coupled with a memory that did not belong to this era, and the effect was exponentially increased. Even with Ying Zheng's mind, he was frightened to the point of sweating profusely. Until he woke up, he could not calm down for a long time.
At this time, Qing Xi still maintained the posture of leaning over to wipe Ying Zheng's cold sweat. However, one of her palms was held by Ying Zheng and placed on her forehead, and half of her waist fell into Ying Zheng's other hand.
, for a moment, she almost felt as if she was being held in Ying Zheng's arms.
However, among the two of them, one was confused because of concern, and the other was confused because of shock. For a while, no one noticed the strange posture between the two.
"What did you hear just now?" After a long time, Ying Zheng let go of Qing Xi's hand and asked.
"The ancestor dragon died and the earth was divided." Qing Xi hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth.
"You actually heard it." Ying Zheng said in an incomprehensible tone.
If this is the case, I can't let you leave even more. Ying Zheng said to himself in his heart.
"Did the king have nightmares because of these words?" Qing Xi asked with concern.
"As a killer, you are an unqualified killer. Don't you know that the more you know, the more dangerous it is to you?" Ying Zheng sat up and said, while Qing Xi had already very obediently moved the soft pillow beside him.
Behind Ying Zheng's back.
"Is the king going to silence you?" Qing Xi said subconsciously.
There are many lists of killers, but she keeps every one of them firmly in mind, and she has never forgotten what Ying Zheng said. However, now, she is not a killer.
"Shut up?" Ying Zheng sneered, but for a moment he was taken in another direction by Qing Xi's words.
"The more secrets you know, the less you can leave here, and be prepared to die here." Ying Zheng said with a rare joke.
What responded to Ying Zheng was Qing Xi's silence.
In fact, that would be good. Qingxi said this to herself in her heart, but she knew that it was impossible.
Her real value is as a killer, not as the palace leader of Xianyang Palace.
"Go back and rest. We will talk about the silence later." Ying Zheng waved his hand and said.
"yes."
The bedroom once again returned to its expected quietness at night.