Chapter 47

Wei Jiucheng is Pei Mogui's confidant, which Bu Qingyi has known for a long time. Therefore, it is reasonable for Wei Jiucheng to snipe the killer outside the inn under Pei Mogui's command. But that day, in addition to Wei Jiucheng, another master with excellent kung fu was also present. But bu Qingyi suddenly left after she appeared, as if she didn't want to be seen.

It's a little confusing for her.

Is he too shy or is she too ugly?

However, at that time, it was just a small matter. Later, bu Qingyi didn't ask Pei Mogui about it. Later, when she was in prison, two masked men stopped her assassin. Through Lu Jingyi, she learned that both of them were masked and powerful.

One of them is Pei Mogui. Pei Mogui has to be masked when dealing with the people sent by Pei Zan. What about the other? Is masked to hide identity?

If the answer is yes, then the next question is: who is this person who may be recognized like Pei Mogui?

As soon as Qin Chuan appeared in Wanyun hall, this problem was solved.

"Brother Chuan, in order not to be seen by me, deliberately doesn't use the kung fu I'm familiar with. It's the same as Pei Mogui's constant grinding and haw's refusal to state his position. No, it's a fart. You've got to work together to cheat me!"

Seeing that Bu Qingyi's speech and behavior had returned to their "true colors", Qinchuan also relaxed. However, his face was still not very good, and his slightly frowned brow did not stretch: "it's not because we don't believe you that we have to hide something. The reason is not clear for a while. Let's have a long-term discussion when we have time. It's time for me to go back. Be careful yourself. "

Seeing that Qinchuan was about to leave, bu Qingyi suddenly remembered something: "wait a minute. Brother Chuan, why is Nanzhu not with you? All these years, he has been living alone and suffered a lot. "

Qin Chuan subconsciously pressed his shoulder and shook his head: "he hates me. He blames me for losing you and refuses to go with me."

Look at his action, step green clothes heart clear, five flavors mixed Chen.

"Well I'm going

"Wait a little longer -"

Qin Chuan, helpless, simply stopped and turned around: "can I go back today? How many questions do you have? Ask them all at once. "

"No, no, the last one." Bu Qingyi rubbed his nose and said, "what's the matter with PEI Mogui? Are you still alive? He'd better not break his appointment tomorrow, or I won't let him go

Qin Chuan took a deep look at her and did not speak for a long time.

When he spoke again, he felt a little tired and desolate: "tomorrow night, the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs. If you have any questions, please ask him yourself - I haven't seen him for a few days, but I don't know what the specific situation is. I only know that he's having a hard time these ten days. "

Zhu Rong and snow disaster produce flowers and poison. Bu Qingyi has been sleeping in the ice coffin for many years and has been suppressed. Once he has an attack, he is still dead. Pei Mogui has no antidote for ten days. Isn't life like death?

For Pei Zan, bu Qingyi's worry is just his reassurance.

Qin Chuan just returned to the Dongyang palace in the early hours of the morning. He was in a mess, but he brought back Bu Qingyi's blood stained shirt. Pei Zan was in Peiyuan's study, and Qin Chuan went to the room to report the situation.

"I killed two masters on the way to help her. It's hard for me to deal with them alone. After I hurt her, I couldn't find a chance to start again. I had to come back. However, her injury is not light. Whether she lives or dies depends on the will of heaven. "

Pei Zan sniffed the blood clothes. The fresh blood smell was pungent. He frowned, threw away his clothes and said with a little relief, "there's still no news of Mo GUI?"

"I've searched all the places I can, but there's no clue." Qin Chuan lowered his voice and said suspiciously, "Lord, do you think Pei Mogui and bu Qingyi are in the same group? Maybe he didn't disappear at all, but was hidden by Bu Qingyi? "

Pei Zan raised his eyebrows and stared at Qin Chuan for a long time before shaking his head: "it's impossible. He can't endure for a few days without antidote, so he won't even die to help Bu Qingyi."

"Then..."

"All right, you take care of the injury first." Pei Zan left Qinchuan and immediately called one of his subordinates. His face was gloomy and he said, "did you hear what he said just now? Take more people to see if Bu Qingyi is really injured. If it's true, find a way to get rid of her. "

The subordinate nodded and left quickly.

Pei Yuanshu can't move when he lies on the bed. He can only move his eyes with Pei Zan. He has no energy to speak: "Dad, when I kill Bu Qingyi, I'll see her cut into pieces..."

"Soon, far away from the book, don't worry." Pei Zan's wrinkled eyes narrowed into a gap, showing a little cold light, "not only Bu Qingyi, but also Mo Changting and Mo GUI, it's time to go."

"Dad, don't you mean to keep Mo Changting dog alive, in case Gu Zhaoxi appears as a hostage? And Pei Mogui, he How can you say that he is your son? Are you willing to kill him? "

Pei Zan pretended not to hear him. He held up Pei Yuanshu's abandoned hand and looked at the ferocious and ugly scar above. He was dazzled and whispered.

"He'll be there in a minute I won't miss again this time Finally, it's over... ""Dad?" Pei Yuanshu murmured, and his face was a bit more complaining, "please take it easy, my hand will be broken! What are you thinking? "

Pei Zan looks at his son and suddenly smiles.

That smile, if toxic general, into bone erosion marrow.

"Yuanshu, do you know why dad cares so much about fame and fortune? Because fame and wealth, you can get everything you want. " Pei Zan's deep smile was chilling, but in his eyes, the plot was about to succeed, "even if you spend most of your savings? As long as the future is never in danger, it's worth losing money! "

Since his hands and feet were abandoned, Pei Yuanshu was lying on the bed like a useless man. He was not interested in anything except killing Bu Qingyi for revenge. He didn't know what his father had done. He thought that maybe he had spent a lot of money to "buy his life" -- the world can't be separated from firewood, rice, oil and salt. There are always some so-called hermit masters who will bow down for five Dou of rice.

The last trump card, Qinchuan, failed to complete the task, so Pei Zan had only one way to choose.

The next day is the beginning of spring.

In the morning, the snow is like salt.

When - when - when -

the buzzing of the morning bell awakens the sleeping capital and the dormant turbulent undercurrent. Bu Qingyi, who is on the Wanger mountain several miles away, is facing the morning wind and the heavy snow. She looks at the newly awakened City calmly, with a drop of blood dripping from her fingertips.

Snow white, blood red, beautiful but dazzling.

Behind her lie the remains of the enemy. Her fingertips are hot and her sword is cold, but she can't tell whether it's warm or cold.

After twelve years as a killer, she had already hated the life of taking human lives. However, that night, she had to wave the blade of slaughter again to kill the enemy.

She has to.

Those killers must have been sent by Pei Zan to inquire. If they were put back, Qin Chuan would be exposed. All his efforts over the years would fall short.

I don't know why, bu Qingyi has a feeling that this day will not be peaceful.

At noon, the more snowy it is.

There was no shelter in the mountains, so Bu Qingyi borrowed the only materials at hand to change his appearance. He first returned to the city, walked around the market for a few times, and then returned to the inn from the secluded path.

Under the orderly arrangement of lead China, the business of the inn has returned to normal. Bu Qingyi, who changed his appearance, mixed with the guests and came to the second floor. After saying hello to lead China and whispering a few words, he still entered the guest room leading to the secret room.

Half an hour later, Nan Zhu, who was arranged to protect his mother and son at home, ran with an unhappy face and a big box in his hand.

"Don't look like that. I'm fine." Bu Qingyi laughs at him, lowers his head, turns out a pile of bottles and cans from the box, and then wipes a finger of honey and sends it to Nan Zhu's mouth, "taste the honey, it's sweet."

Nanzhu hesitated for a moment, tilted her head and gently sucked a big lump of honey from her fingertips into her mouth. She sipped it. Without warning, she grinned like a child.

Incomplete mind has the advantage of incomplete, such as South candle do not know anything, only know to protect a person is the whole life, simple and happy.

Bu Qingyi saw his smile, and his heart was also sweet. While he was making face and grinding paint, he saw Nan Zhu squatting on the ground childishly, holding a honey pot and stuffing it into his mouth. When the remaining half pot of honey is finished, bu Qingyi's preparation work has been completed.

Dough, honey, paste, paint.

From the box carefully selected a gilt hairpin, a dark hair band, a more ordinary man's robe.

When Nan Zhu licks his fingers and looks up at Bu Qingyi, he finds that there is no laughing and scolding woman in front of his eyes. Instead, he is Pei Zan.

The South candle was obviously startled. He jumped up from the ground and grabbed the honey jar as a weapon.

"Silly, isn't it? It's not the first time I've changed my face. " A laugh from the "Pei Zan" mouth, is still the voice of Bu Qingyi. South candle this just reaction come over, lost the pot in the hand, quietly retreat to the corner squat down, suffered the gas to be the same sullen.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. You can tie an oil bottle to the height of your mouth." Bu Qingyi took out a suit of clothes from the box and threw it to Nan Zhu. He raised his chin and pointed to the stool. "Sit over, I have to clean it up for you."

A moment ago, Nanzhu, who was still listless, jumped up with joy and sat down on the stool. What he was most afraid of was that Bu Qingyi was alone and refused to let him protect him. As long as his most important sister was willing to take him with him, he could accept any request.

Even so, when Bu Qingyi finished changing Nanzhu's face, and Nanzhu looked at himself in the bronze mirror with a little expectation, he was still stunned for a moment.

"Well, it's good. It's delicious. It's delicious!" Bu Qingyi looks at the delicate face made by her own hands. Although she wants to smile, she finally fails. She hugs Wei qubaba's South candle and laughs.

Pei Zan.

Add a "young girl" with a slightly aggrieved expression.

Perfect match!After noon, looking carefully, Pei Zan, who was a little skinny, swaggered out of the city gate with his head held high. Except for some people peeping at the tall and beautiful girls around him from time to time, he didn't attract much attention.

But there is one exception.

That vision is like hawk falcon. From an unimaginable distance, he always stares at the two people going eastward out of the city. Under a complicated tattoo in his palm, there is a strange red color flowing.