The woman's exclamation flashed in his ears, "Alin!" The master was shocked, and hurriedly turned to avoid him, but he was exhausted from breaking the formation for many days. She didn't explain the opportunity to speak, she didn't defend herself, as if she was trying her best to kill him.

After a few tricks, the master was exhausted: Alin pushed him to the side of the cliff, and stabbed him in the right eye with the long sword in his hand. As soon as he saw it, he wanted to pierce his brain with a sword. "Alin! She is your master! Are you crazy!"

The tip of the sword deflected, scratching the man's ear and sinking into the rock wall with a "ding", at least three inches.

After a fierce attack, both A-Lin and her master were panting, A-Lin chuckled: "Master." She buried her head in silence for a long time, "You and I have a deep hatred, but I won't be stupid enough to use hatred to drag my subordinates down. For half my life, no one wanted me to do this."

The man was slightly startled, and his eyes narrowed: "Who told you?"

"It's not important anymore." Alin said, "Master, today you are no longer my master, and you are no longer my enemy. Return the knife I borrowed for you."

The man hesitated for a moment, and handed the Slaughter Blade to Alin. Alin took the knife without saying goodbye, and he didn't even look at him, as if he had completely abandoned the past and walked down the mountain alone.

On the trail down the mountain, the woman in white stood quietly with her hands behind her back. Seeing that Alin came down the mountain with a killing blade, she slowly took out a writing brush from her sleeve.

A-Lin walked up to her, paused, nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Miss Bai Gui."

The nib of the white ghost stopped in front of Alin's forehead: "So, you really don't regret it? I took it away with his remnant soul. This is no longer the path of reincarnation."

"Rong Yu... can't enter the reincarnation." Alin said softly, "He has been alone with me for so long, I should accompany him, and I want to accompany him. Since life can't be, death can always be."

The white ghost shook his head: "Slutty." The tip of her pen was a little between Alin's eyebrows, and she lightly touched the Slaughter Blade, "I'll take your ghosts away."

Life can not accompany, death also

To follow.

The white ghost touched the pen holder: "There is one last ghost."

soon...

The author has something to say: yes...it's coming soon! ! !

☆、Ghost (on)

Chapter One

In the suburban station, Qin Yao was leaning against the window on the second floor of the station. In addition to the incessant cries, there was also the chatter of the priest: "National teacher, the ceremony of sacrificing the heaven is coming soon, if you don't come back. Gong, I'm afraid I'll have to delay the sacrificial day..."

Qin Yao turned her head to look at the people coming and going downstairs at the station, and replied absentmindedly, "I see." She turned her eyes, and inadvertently, in the afternoon when the sun penetrated her eyes, she saw a man with a handsome face. Tall. It's just that he was standing in the middle of a line of prisoners, dressed in a prison uniform, with heavy anklets cuffed to his shoeless feet.

The flamboyant officers and soldiers waved their whips and scolded: "A bunch of stupid people, go away, go away, go to the road and rest, don't hinder the master to drink tea!"

"What is this?" Qin Yao pointed to the person downstairs and asked the priest. The priest glanced outside and replied, "That seems to be someone from the Chu palace." The Chu prince rebelled three months ago and was suppressed. The emperor ordered the house to be raided, and all the servants in the palace were exiled.

Qin Yao nodded and fell silent.

The prisoners below walked slowly to the roadside opposite the inn. The officers and soldiers burst into flames inexplicably. The prisoner fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up. The officers and soldiers were even more angry. They walked over and kicked the old man: "What are you pretending to be dead, old man! Get up!"

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows. At this moment, the tall man suddenly walked to the old man's side, turned to his side, took a few kicks for the old man in silence, and then helped the old man up, the officers and soldiers kept shouting and scolding. , took the whip and started whipping the man: "Who asked you to help!"

The man didn't say a word from beginning to end, and the officers and soldiers seemed to be even more angry. They pulled the man over and swiped the whip in his face. The man who had not resisted suddenly grabbed the swung skin with his empty hands. Whip, staring at him coldly, the chilling air in his eyes made the officer and soldier shiver.

However, the fear was followed by an intensified anger: "You... you're the other way around!" He pulled the whip out of the man's hand, slapped him fiercely, and then kicked the man's abdomen violently with one foot twice. until the man fell to the ground, he kept beating him: "You bastard! How dare you resist! How dare you resist!"

The old man who was helped by the man cried out, "Sir, don't hit me, my lord, don't hit me!"

Qin Yao watched the farce downstairs, took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "What do you think?"

The priest stayed for a while: "It's just a few prisoners."

Qin Yao put down the teacup and held on to the window frame, her tone still indifferent: "But I have a crush on this man." Before she finished speaking, she turned over and jumped out of the window with the stunned eyes of the priest.

, the clothes fell gently on the side of the officers and soldiers who were beating.

The people below were all jumped by the woman in the loose-clothed robe that suddenly fell, and before they recovered, they saw that the woman twisted a fancy style in her hands and gently stroked the faces of the officers and soldiers. The man was thrown all the way like a ball in the hands of a child, knocking the stable of the post station into a big dòng, sleeping in a pile of roughness and horse dung, and passed out.

Qin Yao said with a smile, "It's not good to hit someone."

The priest twitched the corners of his lips upstairs, and the people under the station were also stunned. Qin Yao turned around and looked at the man sitting on the ground who was staring at her in a daze. She squatted down and didn't care whether the dust on the ground would stain her complicated clothes.

"Go back with me." She extended her hand to the man, "Be my male pet." It was so light as to say have you eaten today.

Chapter two

The man stared blankly at the smile on Qin Yao's face, and before he had time to answer, officers and soldiers from several other inns rushed out and faced Qin Yao with big swords: "Boldly make trouble! How dare you rob prisoners! "

When someone interrupted the conversation, Qin Yao stood up dissatisfied, and his eyes fell on those people: "I'm robbed, how are you going?"

Several civilian officers and soldiers looked at each other in dismay, and looked at their companions who were dazed in the stables, but no one dared to answer for a while.

When the priest on the second floor saw this, he hurried down. He was dressed in the priest's dress of the Great Jin Dynasty, which shocked everyone present. When he got downstairs, he scolded several officers and soldiers: "Bold! I have to see the national teacher. Zunrong did not bow his head to salute!"

The national teacher, the god of the dynasty.

Hearing the priest's shout, several officers and soldiers slumped to the ground immediately, and the surrounding people also knelt in a circle.

Qin Yao frowned, she didn't like this kind of kowtow, it made her feel like a monument, only for people to pay homage to. She stretched out her hand to the man sitting on the ground again: "Leave here with me, okay?"

The man was still staring at her blankly, as if he was insane. He was silent, then turned his eyes to his feet. □'s feet were fastened with hard and heavy chains, and the ankles had been frayed.

He is a prisoner and has no qualifications to choose.

Qin Yao followed his gaze and saw his anklet, the man's big feet shrank back, as if embarrassed and embarrassed. Qin Yao's heart tickled slightly because of his slight movement. She turned her hand and shook out a dagger from her sleeve, and threw it straight to the ground, only to hear a "ding" sound, and the thick iron chain on her wrist broke immediately. Do two cuts.

Facing the man's astonished gaze, Qin Yao smiled lightly: "Go back with me."

The midsummer sun shines dazzlingly, male

The child lowered his head and nodded slightly invisibly. Qin Yao smiled happily, bent over, and pulled up the man's right hand, which was covered in dust and blood. Lift him off the ground.

The officers and soldiers kneeling on the side trembled for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence as if they were desperate: "Reporting to the national teacher... This, these few are going to commit crimes and want to be exiled to the frontier..."

Qin Yao paused as he left, only looked back at the man indifferently, and said, "I'll make a calculation just now, these people should not be exiled. You open their anklets. I will follow the guidance of the gods. After saving these people, what do you think about me or the gods?"

The officers and soldiers were dripping with sweat.

Qin Yao ignored them, and turned around and left with the taciturn man. The priest hurriedly followed in her footsteps. After walking far, the priest approached Qin Yao and whispered: "National teacher, it is not appropriate to use the guise of the gods! If your majesty knows..."

"The gods did tell me that." Qin Yao interrupted the national teacher without changing his expression, "Your Majesty will believe the words of the gods."

It is true that what she said was bluffing, and everyone knew it, but the man beside her quietly glanced at Qin Yao's hand holding his right hand. At this moment, he somewhat believed in the existence of gods.

Qin Yao's footsteps slammed, and he looked up at the man, with a pair of clear eyes that seemed to be able to look into his heart: "Forgot to ask, what's your name?"

The man was silent for a while: "Fifteen."

"Ah, you can talk...but, fifteen?"

The man lowered his eyes: "I... villain..." He didn't seem to know how to call himself. After a while, he said, "The fifteenth dead soldier raised by Prince Chu is called fifteen."

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment. In the Jin Dynasty, the dead man was an existence that was inferior to a servant. He had undergone inhuman training since childhood, and used his life to complete tasks, like an object. Qin Yao's startling made the man feel a little uncomfortable, he shrank his hands and wanted to step back.

Qin Yao didn't let go, she stood on tiptoe and touched the man's head: "It doesn't matter, go back and I'll name you the book."

The soft palms caressed over and over again on the head, like the wind blowing in the ears in midsummer, with heart-scorching heat.

third chapter

Fifteen's upper body was almost wrapped in bandages, he sat leaning on the bed, lowered his eyes quietly, heard the sound of the door opening lightly, and when he looked up, he saw Qin Yao walking in with hot porridge. He subconsciously wanted to get up and kneel, but before he lifted the quilt, he was called by Qin Yao:

"You are my male pet." Qin Yao sat next to him, "It's for my pet, no need to salute."

Fifteen was dumbfounded, he would only be a dead man, not a male pet.

r>Qin Yao scooped up the hot porridge with a spoon and sent it to Shi Shi's mouth. After fifteen and a half hours, Qin Yao smiled and said, "Open your mouth." He opened his mouth subconsciously, and fed a spoonful of hot porridge into his mouth. The glutinous porridge slid into the esophagus, instantly warming the limbs and bones.

Qin Yao patiently fed him the porridge spoon by spoon. Fifteen also swallowed the hot porridge quietly, and looked at Qin Yao's face in a rebellious manner. He thought of himself this way.

The sunlight outside the window and the flowing time are like a knife, deeply engraving Qin Yao's face into his mind at this time, which is extremely quiet and warm.

When the bowl of porridge bottomed out, Qin Yao put the bowl aside, took out a book from her bosom, turned around and sat down with Shifu: "Let's name it, you want Biao Biao The tougher one or the more refined one?"

Fifteen has never made a choice in his life. There has always been only the master's order and his execution. Hearing Qin Yao's question, he was stunned for a long time, until even he himself realized that his performance today was too clumsy. Clumsy, he will be despised sooner or later...

He turned his head and glanced at Qin Yao with a little caution. Seeing that she was still looking at him with a smile, his palms tightened, and he answered nervously: "It's all... according to the instructions of the national teacher."