"Master, you were the one who fed Xue Jihua with blood and detoxified me from methamphetamine." Nalan Zhenqi's voice was very soft, but it was still impossible to ignore the pain in his words.
Jing Yirong closed her eyes and leaned against the wall without speaking. After a long time, a low and depressed cry came from the next door.
"I really deserve to die. It turns out that everything was caused by me. The master lost his memory and sister Xiao Yan fell into the sea. It was all caused by me." Nalan Zhenqi collapsed on the ground, biting his own arm and trying hard to suppress his cries. .He can't. He can't let the master worry anymore.
But how should he face his master? The guilt in his heart was about to overwhelm him. The culprit of all the things he blamed before became himself. And he had hurt his master so self-righteously.
Nalan Zhenqi's whole body was shaking from crying.
At this time, the little Qier on the stone bed had woken up. She was sitting on the stone bed and was very obedient and did not interrupt Nalan Zhenqi's crying. Until many years later, the little Qier still remembered Nalan Zhenqi's childishness when he cried in front of her. .So fragile. It was at that time that her little mind had already decided that she would marry brother Zhenqi. She would be the sun to brother Zhenqi, illuminating his life and driving away all the haze in his life.
Jing Yirong leaned against the wall and made no sound. She knew that Nalan Zhenqi was crying. She also knew that Nalan Zhenqi didn't want her to know that he was crying. So she just pretended that nothing happened.
Nalan Zhenqi cried bitterly and seemed to have vented all the tears in his life. He raised his eyes and saw Xiao Qier's bright and bright smile. Then he felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed. He wiped his tears and walked to Xiao Qier. In front of me. "You're awake. How do you feel now?"
"I'm fine." Xiao Qier felt confused. "But how could I wake up? Xiao Qier should not be able to survive without Qilin blood."
Nalan Zhenqi raised his hand. "Xiao Qier will no longer have to worry about not having Qilin blood. Because brother Zhenqi's blood can also help Xiao Qier survive."
"Really?" Xiao Qier held Nalan Zhenqi's hand and carefully touched Nalan Zhenqi's bandaged wound. "But will it hurt brother Zhenqi?"
"Of course not." Nalan Zhenqi rubbed the hair on Xiao Qier's forehead. "For Xiao Qier, this wound doesn't hurt at all. From now on, brother Zhenqi will give you as much as Xiao Qier needs."
Xiao Qier rolled his eyes. "Does brother Zhenqi mean that he will never leave Xiao Qier in this life?"
Nalan Zhenqi was stunned. "You can think so."
"Then it's settled that Brother Zhenqi will stay with Xiao Qier for the rest of his life." Xiao Qier's bright eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. Nalan Zhenqi was led around by Xiao Qier without much thought.
Ye Xieming leaned against the wall and heard the conversation between Xiao Qier and Nalan Zhenqi. He frowned involuntarily. "Why did Xiao Qier finally entrust her life to someone else before she even said a few words to me?" "
Nalan Zhenqi glanced at Ye Xieming and tried hard to hide the smile on his lips. Is it the nature of every man to be jealous of the men around his daughter?
"Xiao Qier, are you feeling better?" Jing Yirong asked with concern.
Xiao Qier got out of bed and leaned against the wall to answer, "Mother, I'm fine."
"It's good that you're okay. Xiao Qier, see if you can get through the wall." Jing Yirong said.
Ye Xieming and Nalan Zhenqi looked at each other with the same doubts across a wall.
Xiao Qier leaned against the wall and listened for a while. "This is not an iron wall, of course." Xiao Qier stretched out a hand towards the wall and started to scratch it. Nalan Zhenqi looked at a door in disbelief. The thick wall seemed to be a piece of weak white paper under Xiao Qier's hands. A hole was drilled out in a short time.
Ye Xieming was stunned. "She can crawl through the wall."
"What's this?" Xiao Qier said while scratching: "Grandpa Xuanzun said that because I am young now, I can only drill through some stone walls. When I grow up, I can even scratch through copper walls and iron walls. .”
Xiao Qier cut out a human figure on the wall while Nalan Zhenqi and Ye Xieming were exclamating. Nalan Zhenqi and Xiao Qier walked to Jing Yirong's side effortlessly.
Nalan Zhenqi sighed. "If she was still awake just now, we wouldn't have to worry so much."
"I don't know why, it seems that my captor knew that I knew this trick. So I was locked with iron chains. Otherwise, I would have come out a long time ago." Xiao Qier said and opened his arms towards Jing Yirong.
Jing Yirong held Xiao Qier tightly in her arms. The person comforting her was instead Xiao Qier. "Don't worry. Don't worry, I'm fine. I won't leave you."
Nalan Zhenqi and Ye Xieming were completely speechless at the scene in front of them. Normally, they would only be obedient in front of Jing Yirong. Who knew that Jing Yirong would act like an obedient child in front of Xiao Qier.
Xiao Qier turned to Nalan Zhenqi and smiled. "Brother Zhenqi, don't think I'm scary. Although I am the little devil star of Hexiantai, I will never bully brother Zhenqi."
Jing Yirong looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt that it seemed so familiar. After thinking for a long time, he realized that they were very similar to the way Xue Li and Ye Yu got along. It's just that Xiao Qier is more cunning, while Xuanxuan is more innocent. Jing Yi Rong Tolerating the smile, it seems that using the word thief to describe my daughter is not a good idea.
Ye Xieming looked at Xiao Qier. He was somewhat disappointed with Xiao Qier's cold attitude towards him. There were several times when Xiao Qier clearly saw him looking at her and even turned his head deliberately.
Ye Xieming was helpless. This child's mind was very mature and he would not change his attitude just because of his few words.
Xiao Qier held Jing Yirong in one hand and Nalan Zhenqi in the other as they walked on the exit that they had finally found. It was not actually a way out of the imperial court, but an intersection away from the stone house.
The three people walking in front seemed to speed up deliberately without caring about the wound on his leg. Only now did Ye Xieming think of a sentence. It is impossible to live by self-inflicted pain. He has done too many wrong things in the past, so it is his turn now. Such an outcome.
The three people's footsteps suddenly stopped. Ye Xieming was curious. He looked past the three people and looked into the distance. As soon as he saw the coming person, he immediately became wary. He hurriedly walked to Jing Yirong, protected the three people behind him, and stood facing each other. The man in green shirt in front of him said, "What are you going to do?"
"Ye Yan is dead." The man in blue's tone was so calm that you couldn't tell whether he cared. "Ye Xieming, you should know the consequences of betraying the Ye Dynasty. Ye Yan was killed by that woman. As long as you kill that woman, I will Let you live. You will still be the leader of Dongxie Kingdom."
"Dreaming." Ye Xieming looked at the man with disdain. "Yeze, don't you know that I have always wanted to kill Ye Yan? Of course it's not just Ye Yan. There's also Ye Qin, Ye Bing, and you, Ye Ze."
Ye Ze's face was dull. "Ye Xieming, it seems that your thorns have not been smoothed out yet."
"You want to take action." Ye Xieming sneered. "Do you think I will still be at your mercy now?"
"I won't fight with you. I want to give you and your woman a gift." Yeze's eyes crossed Ye Xieming and landed on Jing Yirong. "Miss Jing, this gift is my meeting gift to you. You don’t have to be so grateful to me.”
Jing Yirong raised his eyebrows. "If I guess correctly, the Ye Yan you are talking about is the mummy covered in footsteps. It is true that I killed him. But he met me because he played too much with fire. The Yu Mo Sword extinguished the fire and disappeared."
Yeze's calm gaze just now became unfathomable due to Jing Yirong's words. "Don't be proud. I'm afraid you won't be able to laugh when you see the gift I gave you."
Ye Ze's gloomy laughter seemed a bit eerie in the corridor. As soon as his figure flickered, he disappeared from the corridor.
"He disappeared." Xiao Qier pointed to the empty corridor. Her eyes immediately widened. "Mom, someone is coming."
Ye Xieming and Jing Yirong both looked up after hearing Xiao Qier's words. There was insufficient light in the dim corridor. The person approached step by step but walked very slowly. When the figure gradually became clearer, they realized that it was a woman's figure.
Her footsteps were so light that she seemed to make no sound. Jing Yirong could only see her approaching but could not hear her running.
Jing Yirong and Ye Xieming looked at each other. The person who came here was either highly skilled in martial arts or was controlled by others. How could a body without a soul walk out of Shen De's footsteps?
The woman was dragging a long knife in her hand. The sound of the long knife rubbing against the ground made it feel like a knife and fork were constantly scratching on the plate.
A bad premonition suddenly occurred in his heart. Jing Yirong unconsciously grabbed Ye Xieming's hand. Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong in surprise. He was surprised to find that Jing Yirong was trembling.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Xieming asked with concern.
Jing Yirong looked at Ye Xieming and took back his hand. "It's okay. I'm okay."
Ye Xieming grabbed Jing Yirong's loosened hand. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
The gentle comfort made Jing Yirong feel like she had returned to the past. No matter what happened, she would always have this person by her side. Miraculously, Jing Yirong felt a lot more at ease. Even though the fear in her heart was still there, she didn't. I will panic again.
The distance between the woman and them gradually shortened. Everyone was ready to fight. The woman took another step closer. The face that had been hidden in the darkness was finally revealed in front of the four of them.
Nalan Zhenqi took a breath. Jing Yirong was shocked and speechless.
Ye Xieming still remained vigilant, but there was also some surprise and flinch in her expression. It was actually her... How should the stick be struck in this situation?
"Sister Xiao Yan..." Xiao Qier's thin voice sounded in the corridor. She had only seen Sister Xiao Yan in her mother's memory. The Sister Xiao Yan in her mother's memory was younger than the one standing in front of her. Of course, she had seen Sister Xiao Yan in her mother's memory. It's not that she looks older. It's that her eyebrows have a more mature charm and a sharper murderous look.
Jing Yirong could hardly believe what she saw in her eyes. She closed her eyes and opened them again. But the person in front of her, her outline, her nose, her eyes, and even her pair of long willow eyebrows, were nothing. One is not her Xiao Yan.
"Xiao Yan." Jing Yirong finally shouted in her throat.
Xiao Yan looked up at Jing Yirong. There was a smile on her lips but murderous intent in her eyes. "Jing Yirong, you finally came to die."
Jing Yirong was stunned. She knew herself, but she also hated herself. Yes. What showed in Xiao Yan's eyes was hatred. Strong and flamboyant hatred.
Nalan Zhenqi walked up to Jing Yirong. "Sister Xiao Yan, have you forgotten us? Why do you say such things? Don't you know how sad it will make the master if you say such things?"
Xiao Yan stared at Nalan Zhenqi with cold eyes. "Sad. Nalan Zhenqi, why couldn't you feel my sadness when Jing Yirong betrayed me and slandered me."
Jing Yirong was speechless. "I betrayed you."
"Stop pretending." Xiao Yan laughed mockingly. "I am no longer the stupid, innocent girl next to you."