Chapter 8: Halfway through

Jingyu, who is used to being in a high position, may never have guessed the mind of a woman who was born from below if she was not in person. But at the moment he saw Qinger's touch, and he couldn't help feeling distressed.
Putting down the branch with the roasted chicken in his hand, Jingyu got up and came to Qing'er's back. Embrace her and hug her tightly, warming her lost heart.
Qing'er's hand grabbed Jingyu's hand.
"Young Master, do you promise me something?" She tilted her head back and stared at Jingyu, let Jingyu see the uneasiness of her eyes and the redness caused by crying.
"What is it?" Jingyu was a little curious.
"You promised it first." She twisted her body unsteadily.
"Okay, I promise." He smiled.
"Jinkouyuyan, never change it?" Seeing his expression, she was still a little worried.
"Jinkouyuyan, never change." He repeated.
"Na Qing'er will stay with you forever." She showed anxiety, waiting for his approval.
"Jingyu froze for a moment, and then he laughed loudly in the wilderness.
Qing'er didn't know why, so he didn't dare to say anything, but he gripped his hands tighter. Her appearance was like being cautious in fear that he would drive her away immediately.
"I said I asked you to give me a baby, why wouldn't you stay around? In that case, who would be the mother of my child?" Jing Yu wiped the tears on her cheek for her and said with a smile: " You just think too much. Your relationship with me, but after 8 years of sleep, does it mean you don’t have it? Or, do you think I am such a ruthless person?"
Qing'er shook her head, and water splashed again in her eyes. Her voice was slightly trembling and choking with emotion.
"Me, can I really give birth to you?"
"I said yes, that's okay!" Jingyu's face appeared a serious look, "Jinkouyuyan, never change! And, you have no right to deny!"
‘It’s so domineering, but it makes me feel happy. Qing'er touched the corner of his eyes, and finally did not let the tears flow out again. She smiled sweetly at Jingyu and nodded heavily.
"Well, when the atmosphere is right, there will always be people who like to come out and do damage." Jingyu originally intended to touch Qing'er's cheek, but suddenly looked up at a certain direction in the dark and sneered.
After Qing'er stayed, she looked in the direction Jingyu was looking at. Affected by the firelight, it was bright here and dark there, and she didn't see anything at all. But from the cold expression on Jingyu's side, it can be seen that there must be an uninvited guest there.
Qing'er put down the branch of the roasted chicken and placed the one on the grass beside him, holding his sword in his hand. This sword is thinner than the usual bronze sword, and Jingyu asked someone to build it for her. Mainly elasticity and toughness, it can even be folded to 90 degrees continuously.
Gradually, in the occasional crackling firewood burning sound, some Xiuwei Xiuwei heard the sound of several people stepping on the grass. She couldn't help getting nervous. On weekdays, under Jingyu's arrangement, although she had played against those sergeants, she never had a real fight.
Thinking so, she looked at Jingyu and couldn't help but stay awake again. What he revealed in his eyes was completely disdainful. It was like seeing through the darkness and seeing the expressions of the enemies approaching. Not to mention the source of his self-confidence, that at least made Qing'er feel comfortable with some hard-to-say words, her source of self-confidence must be him.
"A child, a girl? Hey, elder brother, are some of our laborers moving today?" A 20-year-old man, dragging a ruffian, emphasized and said in the dark.
"Don't care, the girl has a weapon in her hand, and the people in the car haven't appeared yet." This one's age seems to be a bit older, and it also reveals a calm and fierce. During the speech, he had just stopped at the edge of the flame, and shouted: "The people in the car listen, leave valuable things with the horses and the carriage, we are not embarrassed."
Qinger stayed for a while, where else was there in the car? She turned to look at Jingyu, and she nodded when she saw him with a smile. Those gangsters must have seen the two of them driving, thinking that there are more noble people sitting in the car. This is also understandable, who would think that the young master Jingyu was driving in person.
Jingyu is thinking that these people's strength is not high, may wish Qinger try.
"Slow!" The person who had spoken suddenly shouted, "Brother, hey, leave the girl, brothers too"
Swoosh
With a whine, Qing'er only felt that the flame was deflected by Jingyu's high-speed movement. He didn't know when he had reached the edge of the shadow with the black epee inserted beside the carriage. With a buzzing sound, the black epee pierced the air and pierced it. Then, it seemed to penetrate through a loud noise.
Qing'er covered her mouth because of height, Jingyu's sword pointed upward. Liquid ran down the black blade and fell to the ground halfway. Although the relationship between the sky and the sword could not see the color of the liquid, she could know what it was. There was a burst of nausea in the abdomen, the smell of roasted chicken fluttering in the air, and somehow it became bloody. When killing the chicken, I didn't think it was so uncomfortable at the moment.
The boss of the gangster standing in the dark turned his head mechanically and looked at the man who was still talking to him. His mouth was penetrated by a thick black sword, and the blade came straight through the back of his head. Death may only be a momentary thing, and some evil spirits can be seen on his face.
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Goo, in the silence, the spitting voice seemed so loud. The gangster's forehead shed cold sweat on his forehead, and there were two stings on his side. He knew that the killer who had just killed him was watching him. If he could move, he knew that the first thing he would do was beg for mercy.
"I will give you a chance!"
Jingyu withdrew the black sword, flicked it, and flicked the blood and brain on it. The indifferent eyes without any emotion glanced around the gangster with miserable faces.
"Fight against the woman behind me." He said, "As long as she kills one of you first, the rest can leave alive."
"Little Lord!"
Qing'er didn't think he would say that, he couldn't help but embracing his sword and sheath in his arms.
When Jingyu turned to face her, her eyes softened again.
"Qing'er, if this is a prosperous world, I won't force you to kill. But this is a troubled world, you must have the determination to kill." Jingyu walked to Qing'er's side and shook her a little cold. Hand, "At least, that will reassure me."
Can clearly see the struggle in Qinger's eyes. In the end, she didn't know how to convince herself, but her eyes became firm again.
"The young master, you promised me to keep looking at me while I was fighting." She asked.
"no problem."
Jingyu smiled and did not look back, but the black sword was suddenly thrown out. With a cry, it was as fast as an arrow off the string. When Qing'er noticed this, there was a scream in the darkness. Then the sound came to an abrupt halt, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor continued.
"Want to run?" Jingyu turned to face the darkness. Originally, because of the light, he could not see those talents. However, the gangsters clearly felt the pain in his cheeks scratched by his blade of vision.
"But what if we kill the girl?"
It seems that we can only fight daringly. Fortunately, it is not without hope of living. In the heart of the gangster boss, he couldn't help but express his only concern.
"Well, try it if you can." But this is what Qing'er herself said, she had already walked towards the darkness and took Jingyu's hand. In a sense, this is really not reassuring.
After entering the darkness, he adjusted to the light. "Is there one, two, three twelve people?" Qing'er counted their numbers, "Young Master, they are much worse than those who were soldiers."
"That's natural." Jingyu gave her a white look. "It was originally the elite of the Xiang family. If I was trained for a year or two and still had some straw bales, I would have abandoned them."
"Hey, hey," Qinger shrunk her neck, and with a snap, she had pulled out a sharp sword sharply--something like a steel sword of later generations, the blade was narrow and thin, and the cold light was reflected under the fire.
"Xiang Family? Isn't it?" The gangster boss looked at Jingyu and couldn't help feeling bitter. This is still the territory of the Chu Kingdom. The Xiang family still has a young master. He naturally understands who it is. This time it is natural that there is no success, and he will not be able to walk around if he succeeds.
Therefore, he arched his hand at Jingyu. "It turned out to be the 6-year-old young master of the Xiang family. It is no wonder that this time he was offended. If he can live his life, he will be condemned in the future."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Jingyu motioned to Qing'er, "Go ahead."
"Yes, young master."
Qing'er responded, already holding a sword flower, and stabbed the gangster boss who was closest to her.
Since going out this time, for convenience of movement, Jingyu and Qing'er's costumes have been changed. For example, Jingyu, who replaced the gorgeousness of the weekdays, mainly made of a black martial arts gown that was resistant to dirt. Qing'er, however, wears skirts that are easy to move and does not reveal the spring light. She also wears them on weekdays.
Qinger's sword is not a profound sword skill. However, in the eyes of the gangster boss, the blade seemed to be alive and erratic. Although he had an axe in his hand, he didn't know what to resist. Simply, a lazy donkey rolled on the ground, far away from Qinger's sword.
Have you never seen such a response? Qing'er's movement stopped. Later, she chased it up again. Since the goal this time was to kill one person first, then kill everyone. Therefore, the goal of her second sword changed another person.
Unexpectedly, this man even wanted to learn that the gangster boss like a lazy rolled. However, Qing'er was prepared, changed her way, and drew a sword on her arm. The man didn't get out, howling with his arm on the ground. But Qing'er's sword is sharp, and the bones of that sword's wound are already visible.
Qing'er stood not far from him and stopped, killing him with a sword. In this way, her task is over. Looking at the people around, Qing'er snorted. They are still companions of the man, but at this moment they are just looking at the man with misfortune and rejoicing that they can not die. But the man lying on the ground was snotting and tears, and looked at Qing'er with begging in his eyes.
She entered a dilemma, whether to kill or not?
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