"Broken sword! Didn't you always want to kill me, this evil person? Come on, do it now! Hurry up!"

Tai Yijian was thrown on the ground not far away by him, and when he heard this, he couldn't even move.

The end of Qiu Bodeng's eyes glowed with damp red.

He staggered to his feet, stumbled over, picked up Taichi sword from the ground, and his fingers were trembling with pain. After grabbing the sword, Qiu Bodeng forcibly stabilized his wrist, and without saying a word, he simply swung the sword and wiped it on his neck.

than pain! He would rather die!

Before the sword's edge touched his skin, Qiu Bodeng's right hand was tightly clasped.

The hand that grabbed his wrist bone, even if it was marked by the firelight, looked extremely pale, with well-defined knuckles, slender and powerful. A dark-gold Kuilong Bracelet was exposed under one of the dark-black sleeves.

Belongs to young men.

Chapter 18 Interlocking Fingers

Someone caught him.

Fingers intertwined.

The phalanx was seamed with the phalanx, the palm pattern followed the palm pattern, the fingertips burned the back of the hand, the palm was boiling with still blood... In a dizzy state, Qiu Bodeng felt that he was being held tightly, being held tightly, Qing Qing Ling Ling's medicinal smell was overwhelming, like a net that would catch Zhang no matter how high he fell.

……who is it?

He wanted to see the face of that man, what the man who had done everything to hug him looked like, but it was pitch black and his eyelids were heavy.

In the darkness, everything was blurred, only the hand intertwined with him remained, as quiet as a mountain, wearing something as cold as ice.

Yes.

He remembered that it was a...

"Kui..."

"Where is the puppet?"

Zuo Yuesheng, who was dozing little by little by the table, jumped up suddenly, panicking.

"What! Is there any ghost thing?"

"Kuilong bracelet."

"Oh, it's not a puppet..." Zuo Yuesheng was still in shock. Ever since he experienced that people in the city were controlled by puppets, he had a little bit of a bow and snake shadow and couldn't hear the word "puppet". "Scared me!" I wanted to drink some wine to suppress my shock, but as soon as I stretched out my hand, I realized something was wrong, and suddenly turned back to look at the bed, "Chou, you're awake? You're not dead!"

"You're disappointed that I didn't die, aren't you?"

Qiu Bodeng stood up crookedly, covered his nose, and frowned.

"Are you trying to make money and kill yourself? Throw all the wine jars out of me!"

"Hey, hey," Zuo Yuesheng's eyes widened in disbelief, as if his heart had been greatly hurt, "Young Master Qiu, is this how you treat the person who has worked so hard to watch the night for you?"

"Master, I'm not dead yet, keep watch over you!"

Qiu Bodeng's temple jumped.

The room he woke up was barely familiar, in the clean room of the Liu family.

It's just that the smell of alcohol in the room was soaring, and the wine jars were left to the east and the west. The emptied fruit plates on the table were crumbling. Lu Jing, who had changed into a white robe, leaned against the foot of the table and fell asleep, holding a wine glass and didn't let go... If he hadn't just woken up and couldn't make up his mind, Qiu Bodeng would have let these two idiots go. Also see what is called the "four no-signs".

Four no signs, no signs of death!

"What! Who died?"

Lu Jing straightened up like a corpse, forgetting where he was, and slammed into the table with a loud "bang".

"Whoops! Who knocked this son of a sap!"

"..."

Qiu Bodeng leaned against the head of the bed and began to think about the need for a world full of two hundred and fifty.

"It's not who died! It's our eldest young master who has left a thousand years behind!" Zuo Yuesheng replied.

"I'm not dead, so we bought the coffin for nothing?" Lu Jing stood up staggeringly clutching his head. When he woke up, he saw Qiu Bodeng staring at him coldly. With a fake "Ouch", "Fatty! You clean up first, I'll go out to get things!"

"Hey!"

Zuo Yuesheng rarely escaped the scene half a beat slower than others. He turned his head and saw Qiu Bodeng's unkind eyes, so he had to resign and start cleaning up, opening the window and throwing out the wine jar with one hand.

Qiu Bodeng worked hard to quell his murderous intention.

After calming down, Qiu Bodeng touched the wrist of his left hand, and he was not used to the empty space on his wrist. Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to be backlashed by karma, and the pain was excruciatingly painful. When he was about to swing his sword for a hundred times, he was stopped. Someone grabbed his wrist, and... he fell into a drowsiness.

There is no more pain.

He didn't see who it was.

"Why am I here?" Qiu Bodeng asked.

"Why are you here?" Hearing Qiu Bodeng mentioning this, Zuo Yuesheng's guilt suddenly disappeared, "We originally wanted to go to see if you were a martyr with your own body. Cool and stinky, I will bury you in a beautiful and beautiful way. In the end, when I arrived at Dongsan Street, I saw that the old thief died neatly and neatly, but your boy was born without a shadow or a dead body, not even a bone. Damn, Do you know how long the whole city has been rummaging through a pile of junk?!"

"how long?"

"One day and one night!" Zuo Yuesheng angrily stretched out his broad and fat hand, "Look at it! The skin is peeled off when the ground is digging."

"Hmm." Qiu Bodeng uttered a single voice slowly, "Where did it come from in the end? Could it be that someone thought I was dead and buried me in a grave ahead of time?"

"Then I really want to burn incense to thank this hero." Zuo Yuesheng gritted his teeth, "We are about to buy you a coffin and make a tomb for you. But you can't even find clothes, so we discussed it, and just cover it with you. I put the quilt on top of it, and when I came back here, I found that you slept better than anyone else in bed!!!”