Chapter 19: Qin Xiaosang

Cheng Qianqian's bones were almost thrown away by this moment. She struggled to get up and shouted, Sister Fuyao, don't let this witch run away, Xiao Qing has already called someone!

The smile on Qin Sang's face became more obvious. She shook her head and sighed helplessly, saying, "Why do I feel that I feel sorry for you if I don't run away."She looked at Lin Yuhe with some regrets. It's such a pity. I really want to go to Fufeng City to see the lanterns.

Lin Yuhe looked straight at Qin Sang, feeling mixed emotions and her eyes were very complicated.He seemed to have been squinted, and he just looked at Qin Sang silently.

Meng Fuyao also drew his sword at this time and stabbed Qin Sang.

Qin Sang gently pulled the furry collar, sideways slightly avoids the sword edge, reaches out and holds Meng Fuyao's hand holding the sword and twists it hard.

Meng Fuyao's sword fell to the ground with her hands, and she frowned in pain.

Qin Sang held her hand behind her with one hand and directly grabbed Meng Fuyao's throat with the other hand.

She leaned into Meng Fuyao's ear and chuckled, "Little Crip, are you overestimating yourself?"

Meng Fuyao's face turned red with anger, and Qin Sang tightly held his throat.

She used her internal strength, turned her fingers into a palm, and slapped Qin Sang.

Qin Sang directly let go of one hand and slapped Meng Fuyao on the waist. Meng Fuyao was patted out and fell on Cheng Qianqian.

Qin Sang was a little further away and untied Lin Yuhe's acupoints.How about it, Daxia Lin, do you want to stop me?Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if she was playing the most common joke, and she smiled and said.

Both of them could hear the rapid footsteps approaching the yard, and time became very short and long in the eyes of each other.

Lin Yuhe looked at Qin Sang's amazing face, which was still beautiful, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

He finally lowered his eyes, turned his head away, and said two words softly, "Let's go."

Meng Fuyao and Cheng Qianqian were anxious and angry, but they could not stop Qin Sang.

Qin Sang was also a little stunned, her smile froze and slowly faded away.

She looked at Lin Yuhe with an expressionless face, turned around randomly, took a point on her toe, and used light skills, and disappeared in a few seconds.

Lin Yuhe turned around slowly as if she had lost her strength, looking lost, and walked out of the yard step by step.

When Lin Zhengyang received the news, Qin Sang had already left Xihe Villa.

He scolded Lin Yu and the three of them. If they could communicate with him in advance, they would never let Qin Sang run away.

Meng Fuyao and Cheng Qianqian did not say that it was Lin Yuhe who let him go. Lin Zhengyang looked depressed and felt a little angry. He didn't expect that his proud son would be fascinated by beauty.

He immediately sent someone to investigate Qin Sang's whereabouts, but Qin Sang seemed to have disappeared from Xi and the villa out of thin air, and even the people guarding the mountain did not see her leaving.

Lin Yuhe locked himself in the yard for several days, and when he came out, he cleaned up like a normal person.

He handled the affairs of the villa as if nothing had happened, without mentioning anything related to Qin Sang.

Until someone reported to him the result of pursuing the Demon Cult.They still found no trace of Qin Sang, and the person who went to the capital to check the information of the imperial merchants also sent back the news that they did not find any contact between the Qin family and the Demon Sect.

Lin Yuhe lowered his head, sat at the desk, staring at the bamboo slips in his hand. After a while, he said in a deep voice, go check the Xiaoyao Tower in Fufeng City.All the previous misunderstandings and various suspicious points on Qin Sang were finally connected at this time.

Lin Yuhe clenched his fists, and a burst of needle-like pain came from his chest, densely packed, making it difficult to breathe.

On the same day, the Gu King from southern Xinjiang finally arrived at Xihe Villa.After exploring Lin Yuhe's vein, he said with dissatisfaction. Although there were traces of a Gu on his body, the Gu had already been relieved.

Lin Zhengyang greeted Gu Wang for a few words, and in order not to let him go for a waste of time, he also gave him several strange grasses from his private warehouse.

Lin Yuhe asked the Gu King how to solve this Gu.

The Gu King said that the Zi Gu was dead, and the mother Gu could not receive nutrients, so he naturally starved to death.

Lin Zhengyang cursed on the side, the witch probably knew how to remove the Gu for a long time, and just deliberately used Gu to manipulate Lin Yuhe.

The Gu King was very surprised. He didn't expect that there were people in the Central Plains who were familiar with witchcraft. He really wanted to get to know Qin Sang.

Lin Zhengyang was embarrassed to refute, so he had to laugh twice awkwardly and change the subject.

Lin Yu and Lin Zhengyang greeted Gu Wang until they were almost midnight before returning to their yard.

The empty yard was pitch black. Lin Yuhe pushed open the door and suddenly felt someone else's breath in the house.

His eyes sterned and he slapped his palm to the place where his breath was.

The person in the room was unpredictable. He instantly avoided his palm force and flashed to his front.

The two of them fought dozens of moves in an instant. Lin Yuhe felt that the other party's kung fu was far above him, but there was room for each move.

Just as Lin Yuhe was about to draw his sword, he suddenly smelled the familiar faint fragrance coming from the other party. Lin Yuhe's movements froze. After the man noticed it, he also removed his palm power, quickly took a few steps back, and walked to the table in the room.

After the candle on the table was lit, Lin Yuhe saw Qin Sang's face.

Qin Sang supported his hands and sat on the table. She picked up the folded paper lanterns next to the table and smiled slightly at Lin Yuhe. Look, the lanterns in Fufeng City.

Lin Yuhe looked at Qin Sang with an expressionless face.

He remembered the night a few days ago, and he walked back to the yard alone like tonight.

The yard is covered with lanterns by Qinsang, as bright as daytime.

Lin Yuhe felt that he had even been flashing his eyes for a moment. He seemed to be able to see how Qin Sang hangs the lanterns one by one on the trees in the corridor, and how she lit these lanterns one by one with candles.

Lin Yuhe smiled self-deprecatingly. What a beautiful scene.

What a beautiful person he was.

Unfortunately, all of them are fake.

He drew his sword and saw the lanterns in the courtyard. The candles burning inside the lanterns were extinguished by the sword energy. The yard was messy and became deserted in an instant.

Just like that night, Lin Yuhe looked at Qin Sang and felt lonely.