Chapter 14: Breathtaking

Killed? He really killed?
Although Qing'er had a hunch, when it really happened, it was still unbelievable. Peeping a glance at the people around them, they are still stunned. What she can think of now is that she immediately pulled her young master away.
However, just when she wanted to leap from the second floor, her coat slammed behind her, apparently someone was already standing behind her. Qing'er was shocked, and when he turned around, he grabbed the hilt and pulled it to kill it. But the man hurried her a little faster, one hand blocked her sword holding hand, and the other hand made a "shush" gesture on her lips.
Looking at that rugged face, Qing'er recognized that she was dressed as Letty yesterday, and she was relieved.
"Don't talk, just follow me!" Retty whispered to Qinger in a female voice.
"But Young Master"
Feeling that Retty was going to pull her forward, Qing'er earned a bit, how could she ignore the young master? That makes her harder to accept than let her die here.
"Master will be fine, trust me!"
Retty looked back at her, and Qinger's thoughts about struggling faded away. In Retty's eyes, she saw a complex light of restraint, worry, and firmness. Qing'er can understand that this person must be like himself and trust the young master more.
Qing'er couldn't help but looked back at Jingyu, and he just saw his gesture of nodding with a faint smile. At this moment, Qinger's hand clutching the scabbard couldn't help but exert the fullest strength of the whole body, and the knuckles were pale because of this. She understood that her strength was too far away from him, and staying was only a burden. He was worried about her, but he was relieved to see that she could leave safely.
She is a maidservant and should be responsible for the young master's life. Now, why is this the other way around? Qing'er only feels that she has never blamed herself, why are you so weak?
Seeing that Qinger didn't make a sound, Lettie looked back at her strangely, and saw a trace of blood flowing from the corner of the girl's mouth. She actually bit her lip. Instead of stopping, Retty smiled a little happily. Although from a different world, the girl behind him will no doubt be eligible to become their maid guard.
The people in Feixue Pavilion were all concentrated in the past because of what happened in the front hall. Retie and Qing'er didn't meet anyone, so they easily came to a room facing the street and jumped out of the window.
"Before martial law, I will take you out of the city first." Lettie took Qing'er and walked into a side street alley, said again: "Relax, sister, I swear to you with my life, the master will leave safely ."
Perhaps, she was pretending to be a rough man like this, but she slapped her shoulder to call her height only 165 cm. Qinger, 18, was a little funny for her sister. Qing'er could understand the meaning of that sentence, especially the cheeks with eyes full of sincerity and identity, who were ashamed and nodded heavily.
In the following time, Retty quickly made some disguise for Qing'er, and then wrapped her thin sword in cloth. Sure enough, before the martial law was issued, he easily left the city. Here, the responding person showed up and sent Qing'er all the way out of Yan's border.
Let's just say Jingyu sees Leti appearing, and the only worry has been put down. He flicked the blade, shook the blood off the blade, turned around and walked away slowly. His height is limited, and the semi-circular blade is like a diagonal spike on the ground, making a continuous scream, following his footsteps.
Here, the people around have awakened.
"Geese, geese, and Yan Chunjun were killed!!!"
I don't know who can't stand the depressed atmosphere and shouted with a trembling voice. The guests upstairs screamed, everyone was in danger, and after hiding in the fence, they could not help secretly watching from the gap.
The musicians downstairs and the attendants of the Feixue Pavilion evaded far away and dared not approach. The beautiful dancer standing on the white jade platform is no longer the focus of people's attention. She felt contented, but glanced at Yan Chunjun's head, revealing a less obvious look of disgust. And the guards brought by Yan Chunjun looked at each other, holding Ge and following Jingyu's footsteps slowly out of Feixue Pavilion.
auzw.com There are more guards and soldiers on the street, and they already know what happened. Some people called for more support, and the remaining people surrounded Jingyu in a circle. They know that they are not opponents of this person. However, if Yan Chunjun is dead, if these guards do nothing, what is waiting for them must also be death and it is likely to harm their family members. Therefore, had to fight hard to fight.
Jingyu came out, and his steps were already on the bluestone pavement. As soon as Heijianfu touched the stone, he sputtered sparks where he touched. His movement speed is not fast, this phenomenon seems a bit strange, so that the soldiers around looked at each other.
In the distance, many civilians stopped, and farther away, many people looked out from the building windows. What exactly happened to them, they do not know yet, does not mean that they are not interested.
At the age of 8, Jingyu is only 130 centimeters tall. However, photographed in his spirit, the encircled circle array could only move with him, but he could not get closer. The first person to approach must be dead, which everyone of those soldiers understands.
Seeing that they would reach the places where the civilians were standing, the surrounding houses became dense. A seemingly advanced person in the bodyguard can't help it anymore, shouting:
"Brothers, let him go, we are dead, we might as well put it together."
His voice came to an abrupt halt, only to see a black flash in front of him, and the child who had originally stood 10 meters away had pierced his throat with a sword. The blood foam came out of the corner of his mouth, and before he died, he felt that his body was actually empty, but he was picked up by his sword.
"Stop me from dying!"
Jingyu raised the sword on one side of his arm, picking up the head of the bodyguard who was shaking his hands a few times. His dark eyes, on the dark square, instead gleamed. Every time he was looked at by someone, it was as if his neck was being held by Jian Feng. His condensed murderous spirit made the surrounding air stagnant, and the soldiers surrounding him could not help but feel that he was short of him.
Jingyu continued to walk forward, and the people in front of him escaped with a crawl. There was no movement in the circle, not because they didn't want to move, but it was because they couldn't take another step.
After walking out of the crowd, Jingyu glanced back at them contemptuously, and threw the body of the sword on the ground. He walked toward a dark alley, maybe there was no such terrible sight, or his murderousness had calmed down. It was at this time that the people looked at each other and rushed up with a cry.
When the two front Gees were about to stab Jingyu's back, he turned around again and immediately penetrated the gap between the two Long Ges, and came to the middle of the two. The black blade flashed left and right, cutting the two diagonally from the shoulder into two sections, and the other head flying high.
In the following time, all the soldiers who rushed into the alley made their heads different after making a wailing noise. When everything was quiet, no one dared to step forward and find out. 2. The corpses of 30 people piled up together, and blood even ran out of the alley. When the reinforcements came over and irradiated with torches, it was discovered that the tragedy there did not seem to have a complete body.
There were blood footprints deep in the alley, and all the soldiers and horses chased after him. I was so busy all night, and the next day this Yandu was talking about the killing of Yan Chunjun. When talking about the murderer, he shook his head again and he had not been found.
Feixue Pavilion, as the accident site, is now surrounded by hundreds of soldiers from all sides. The ministers of North Korea came here one after another to check Yan Chunjun's death and report it to Yan Wang in anger. The boss, steward, musician, and dance dancers of Feixue Pavilion were all gathered in one place, and they were cross-examined again and again. They wanted to trace the jade card obtained by the murderer.
After that, it was busy for Yan Chunjun's corpse. When it was almost dawn, the talent of Feixue Pavilion was disbanded and returned to the room to rest.
The dancing girl with straight white hair is respected as Xue Ji because of her reputation for dancing. This evening, as usual, she kept a light and expressionless face. Just like frost, he doesn't accept others' approach, and he doesn't want others' approach. Moreover, it may be because many dignitaries have helped her to speak, and cross-examination never came to her head. Not only that, she has the right to go back to the room to rest in advance, but she was declined by herself.
Now, she has to return to her room.
About whether it is Western or Eastern, with a woman's elegant posture, is it the same posture? Xue Ji's hands were naturally placed on her abdomen, her arms slightly curved, as if a silk ribbon or shawl was hanging on it. The crystal dance shoes stepped on the wooden floor and made a stepping sound. She climbed upstairs and turned a few turns. She stopped in front of her door.
Opening the door and closing it again, she felt relieved. There was a moment of relaxation on both shoulders, and his expression eased a lot. The silver bell in the dance clothes she wore slightly rang, and she had walked to the dressing table, ready to take off her makeup and rest.
Suddenly, she almost screamed in surprise and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. From the bronze mirror, the scene on her soft bed was clearly reflected. The children who had killed Yan Chunjun in the front hall of Feixue Pavilion, and then beheaded 20 people, were they sleeping there?
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