Chapter 655: Decadent Warrior

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The young warrior opened his eyes slowly. When he saw the light face, his slightly cloudy eyes flashed with amazing light.
Then he stunned, and his hand immediately reached the long sword at his feet.
But as soon as his hand reached there, he stopped all movements.
Qing Yan just looked at him like that, even his expression was a little underserved.
Just a congenital warrior!
The man was leaning against the rock wall, pulling a reluctant smile on his face, and didn't do any other unnecessary movements.
Chen Hao felt that this man was rather wise.
Qing Yan did not hide anything this time, and the young warrior clearly recognized her.
It is wise not to draw a sword or to resist.
"Are you that Chen Ruoyan? Senior Chen?"
The young warrior raised his head and looked at Qing Yan boldly, as if admiring a beautiful piece of art.
Seeing this, Chen Hao felt that he should withdraw his "wise" evaluation of this young man. With such unscrupulous evaluation of his face, his kid's IQ is definitely negative!
"How?" Qing Yan frowned.
"It's nothing? Just curious! I have heard a lot about you and seen your portraits. I didn't expect to see a real person today!" The young warrior waved his hand and said with some resentment, "I must say a fair word, Nan The painters in the field are all rubbish, really rubbish!"
"I don't like your look!"
With a wave of Qing Yan's hand, the red-blooded soft sword sang in the air.
"Sure enough, it is rumored that you have a bad temper, and it is true, but most of the beautiful women have bad tempers!"
The young warrior stretched out his hand again, and sat up reluctantly, his hand groped, spared the long sword, and touched a jar half down on the ground...
He hugged the wine jar and slurped it. Chen Hao looked at his throat and fluttered around it.
The spilled wine flowed into a string, running down the corner of his mouth, to his blackened neck, and finally into his collar...
Qing Yan held the sword and stood quietly, not shooting.
"Ah!" the young warrior groaned contentedly, set the wine jar aside and looked at Qing Yan Road, "Thank you."
"Ok?"
"Okay!" The young warrior nodded, with hatred, pain, and emotions that even Chen Hao could not see through his eyes. He stared at Qing Yan and said sincerely, "I heard that only the opponent's sword is fast enough. It’s my pleasure to die under the sword of Senior Chen!

With that, he slowly closed his eyes.
Qing Yan silently glanced at him, collected the Red Blood Sword, and stepped out of the cave.
What she saw, Chen Hao could also see.
The other party really wanted to die!
If Qing Yan is in a good mood, perhaps the other party's wishes will be fulfilled.
It is a pity that the light-hearted mood is not as bright as the present sun... bright!
Killing him, Qing Yan always felt that he was helping each other.
Help each other die?
Ha ha?
Qing Yan has no interest in such things.
It's been so painful and painful, hasn't it?
She walked out of the cave, the sun's rays were very dazzling, and she reached out her hand to block the strong light.
Behind her, there was the footsteps of the man just now.
"Wait, Chen Ruoyan, why don't you kill me?"
When Qing Yan didn't hear it, she leaned forward and rushed into the sky.
"Are you going to the Corpse School? Are you stupid? You will die if you go!"
Qing Yan said without looking back: "If you really want to die, you can end yourself!"
"Can I say, can't I make up my mind? Today, I saw you too, and finally found courage!"
"waste!"
Being scolded by Qing Yan, the young warrior wanted to say something, but found that "Chen Ruoyan" had completely disappeared!
He closed his mouth, feeling bitter in his mouth.
He returned to the cave and sat in his original position. After half a day, he slowly started to do good things.
Looking at the long rusty sword with a somewhat rusty handle, hesitated for a while, and finally took it in his hand.
As a warrior, I don’t always get used to my weapons.
He hesitated for a moment as he looked at the other party's disappearing direction, and finally gathered his courage and chased it.
He also wanted to see the corpse.
On the day of October 29, the weather was slightly cooler.
In the Yinshan City under the Corpse School, there are many martial artists from Liang Ping, West Qin, and East Qin.
Most of these martial artists are representatives of the family of Liang Pingguo and Zongmen invited by the Corpse School, and half of these people are from the pro-corpse school of Liang Ping.
Among the remaining half of the family and representatives of Zongmen, there were those who were originally neutral, and some who were originally pro-Liang Pingguo's royal family, but they were not so conspicuous.
When the imperial family of Liang Pingguo disappeared, and no state forces entered, they had to consider the invitation of the corpse school, and they had to think about whether to give the corpse school a face.
After receiving the invitation letter, I may return when I go, and even go further with the corpse to reach a certain settlement, but if I don’t go, I will definitely be remembered by the corpse!
Simply, although they joined the conspiracy against the corpses led by Liang Pingguo, this alliance has never been made public, and they did not really fight the corpses head-on, tearing their faces.
Therefore, those who were originally neutral or pro-Liang Pingguo's imperial family were not very firm forces, and after seriously thinking, they sent representatives to visit.
Of course, these so-called representatives of forces are often the ones that are not much seen in that force.
Even if the corpse party can't come back, it's not a pity.
There are also some warriors who come to join in the excitement, but there are not many such warriors. After all, the reputation of the corpse in the neighborhood is not good.
Since Qing Yan came to Yinshan City, he temporarily changed his appearance and got a men's clothing.
She didn't want to cause trouble, nor did she want the corpses to shoot ahead.
Sitting on the second floor of the restaurant, she found a window position and silently watched the bustling scene on the street.
She carefully observed the street vendors, the people with the children, and the ordinary people who were shopping.
But soon, she was noticed by a young warrior on the street, the man who wanted to die under her sword ten days ago.
He was as decadent as ever.
In fact, he looks pretty good, looks pretty, and looks young, but his face is haggard, his hair is scattered, and his military uniform is a little dirty.
Qing Yan even noticed that the greasy stain on his right hem seemed to have been there ten days ago...
He carried the long sword in his waist and a small wine jar in his hand. He wandered aimlessly in the street as if he was looking for something.
When Qing Yan stared at him, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Qing Yan.
Qing Yan didn't care much and turned her head to look elsewhere.
After a while, Qing Yan heard some vain footsteps. The young warrior went to the restaurant, and then set his eyes on Qing Yan, then he went straight to Qing Yan.
This made Qing Yan frown, and she regretted a little, why didn't you just kill him last time!