Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Testing me like this on purpose," Jiao Yang blinked, and took a few steps towards him, "What is he testing me for?"

Chu Lianjue was taken aback, and took a few steps back subconsciously: "You really don't know?" Obviously Huangfuyan said before, how important Jiaoyang is to him. They grew up together and were childhood sweethearts. It was even his courage to keep going.

He always felt that if the Demon Cult hadn't intervened and made such an incident in the middle, the relationship between that person and her should have been able to talk about marriage.

Not only him, Uncle Lu has always felt so, so he didn't intervene in the cold war between them these days.

But now it looks like.

Chu Lianjue glanced at her.

Moreover, if she really liked Huangfuyan, she should be very resistant to other women approaching him, let alone offering to let those two women get into the carriage. Besides, if Huangfu Yan really had 100% confidence in Sheng Jiaoyang's heart, he wouldn't have to be so worried about gains and losses, and still try his best to test her out.

In the end, Chu Lianjue came to a conclusion - all of this was nothing but Huangfuyan's unrequited love, or wishful thinking.

After thinking about this, the corners of Chu Lianjue's mouth turned up slightly, but his face was cold: "I don't understand anything, you're so stupid, stay away from me, and don't disturb my sword practice."

Then, the boy pulled out his long sword from its scabbard, and in the cool night wind, lonely men and widows, and quiet and beautiful night, he began to swing the sword sharply and incomprehensibly.

Jiao Yang looked at him with wide eyes, watching the countless floating petals around him being split into countless pieces by his sword energy.

"you"

She didn't say any more, but sat quietly under the shade of a tree with her legs bent, watching the young man practice his sword.

A long time ago, it was heard that Chu Lianjue, the son of the head of the Qiushan School, was the most beautiful man in the Jianghu, but now it seems that he really lived up to the rumors.

The lower jaw is pointed, the eyebrows are like ink, and the tails of the eyes are red. An indistinguishable face is full of youthful spirit, but the childishness is still there, and it is too pale and thin.

It was too heavy on him.

If he knows that the enemy who destroyed his Manchu has actually been by his side all the time, and even talked and laughed with him, how would he feel?

He would definitely think she was a lunatic and would like to kill her right away.

Therefore, after she gets tired of playing, she will kill him first before he knows all this.

Jiao Yang held his head, not knowing why, but when he looked at it, what appeared in his mind was the face of another man.

In the past four years, that person... has always been reluctant to admit his concern for her. His face is equally pale, only a little more frail, but somehow he seems a little more reliable than him, and his thoughts are buried deeper than anyone else. He always looks like no one in the world understands him, and he is equally reticent. language.

But what that person was carrying was his full of scheming and ambition to rule the world, while what this young man was carrying in his heart was hatred.

She lowered her head, thought for a while, took out the handkerchief around her waist, and walked towards him.

So the boy stopped, maybe he was afraid that the sword energy would hurt her, or maybe he just wanted to see what she was doing here.

"What?" He frowned, and the corners of his mouth straightened.

However, she lifted the veil and gently wiped his forehead. When the soft fingertips touched his forehead against the thin layer of cloth, the boy's body couldn't help trembling slightly.

Jiao Yang frowned.

strangeness.

Even at night, the temperature is cooler, but he has practiced sword for so long, why is he not sweating? Really didn't even break out a drop of sweat, it was weirdly clean.

"what you do?"

He asked again, and pressed the hand she offered, Xu Shi became angry with embarrassment, his pale face was covered with a thin layer of red, with a smudged crimson color.

But the next moment, meeting her eyes, the boy was slightly taken aback.

"Don't worry."

Jiao Yang held up the hand that was held down by him, with pity flashing in his eyes, he was very gentle, "Sometimes you stop and rest, there is no need to push yourself too hard, you can reach this point in a few days, you You have done a good job, especially now that you still have the poison on your body."

"What do you know? The poison on my body is Baiyeliufeng's Seven Stars and Nine Mangsan. Only he can cure this poison. I may die anytime, anywhere.

The only place I can pin my hope on now is Chake Mountain Villa, but it is so far away, who knows if my body can survive until then. Don't force yourself now, how do you think I will take revenge? "

Chu Lianjue said hurtful words, but he was still holding her hand, and it was getting tighter and tighter. He didn't realize this, the boy lowered his head:

"The only meaning of my life now is to practice and practice again, and kill a few more mobs from the Demon Cult. Every day I see that I am getting closer to my goal of revenge, and I have the desire to continue living."

"What, you said you were poisoned?" Jiao Yang blinked.

Chu Lianjue was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he was instantly annoyed. He shook off her hand, turned around and left without looking at her expression:

"Yes, I'm just a dying person. If you don't worry about me, I don't need anyone to put their minds on me, a person who is destined to die!"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Jiao Yang hurriedly stopped in front of him, took a deep breath, and sighed: "To tell you the truth, I once had some friendship with Mr. Yuntang, the owner of Chake Mountain Villa, so I learned some medical skills from him. If Ah Jue don't worry about me, why don't you check my pulse, if there is a way to detoxify?"

"What. You studied under Mr. Yuntang from Chake Villa? Oh no, how did you meet him?" The cynical look on the young man's thin face disappeared, and he looked at her in surprise.

"It's not the master, it's just that I have some friendship with him." Jiao Yang corrected with a puffy face.

"That's what I said before. I'm going to Chake Villa to meet an old friend. The old man I mentioned is Mr. Yuntang."

"It's so." Chu Lianjue muttered a few words, but still found it inconceivable, "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Didn't you ask me? And it's not that you were poisoned yourself and didn't want others to know about it, and even mentioning it makes you pissed all over your body."

Jiao Yang rolled her eyes at him.

"I..." Chu Lianjue just uttered, and the next moment, Jiaoyang pulled his hand away and felt for his pulse.

He was completely silent.

Jiao Yang frowned.

Strange. Judging from the pulse in this body, there is clearly nothing abnormal. But why, his body temperature is much colder than that of ordinary people, and it is different from the morbid aura of the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, as if it was changed by some external force.

Two chapters in one.