Chapter 7 Moon Bow [Modified]

Seeing that Duan Yulan wanted to jump, Duan Qingming looked coldly and said word by word, "Listen to me. I won't give you anything, even if I throw it away."

Duan Qingming's voice was extremely cold, like an ice and snow sword on the top of the ice peak. A sword penetrated the heart, and the coldness went straight into the heart. For a moment, Duan Yulan only felt trembling all over.

Duan Yulan subconsciously looked up and touched Duan Qingming's ice and snow-like eyes. There is an irreversible edge. Duan Yulan, who had always been fearless, felt that sweat soaked through the back of her clothes in a moment!

Duan Yulan was suddenly shocked. She suddenly had a feeling that it was not a nine-year-old child who spoke to her, but a vicissitudes of adult.

It was also at that moment that Duan suddenly had an illusion that Duan Qingming, who had been allowed to hold soft and do whatever she wanted, seemed to have disappeared! Duan Qingming in front of her seems to have changed a brand-new soul.

After saying a sentence, Duan Qingming clapped her hands, turned around and took Xia Caoer and went away.

Duan Yulan, this is just the beginning. In the future, even if her things are thrown away and fed to the dog, it will not benefit your mother.

It is the weather in August. The osmanthus flowers in the yard have already bloomed. At this time, under the light of the bright moon, there is a quiet fragrance. When the breeze blows, the fragrance disperses, like a breeze.

At this time, at the beginning of the moon, the shade of the trees is scattered on the road of bluestone slabs. The naturally generated light picture is like an abstract painting with a blurred background.

Duan Qingming walked slowly along the Qingshiban Road,

The August wind, slightly warm and cool, blew on Duan Qingming's face, faintly, with the smell of smoke from previous life. Duan Qingming shook his head hard and threw these things away. I began to try my best to think about the future.

Just now, the meal that Duan Qingming taught Duan Yulan a lesson was afraid that it would reach Liu Rong's ears before tomorrow. Duan Qingming is not afraid of Liu Rong, but she has to be prepared for everything.

Moreover, there is Duan Yu. She should also go to see Duan Yu.

Thinking of the tragic end of Duan Yu's previous life, Duan Qingming couldn't help sighing - as the saying goes, the eldest sister is her mother, but she, as the eldest sister, has been deceived for a lifetime, and she has killed her younger brother. As long as she thinks of Duan Yulan's words in her previous life, Duan Qingming will feel that her heart hates blood.

With a slight sigh, Duan Qingming stopped under a osmanthus tree. Liu Rong, Duan Yulan, you really owe me a lot. In this life, I want you to return it the same way.

Seeing Duan Qingming standing, Xia Caoer behind him did not dare to make a sound. Seeing that the night was late and there was no silence around, and at present, it was the most desolate place in the garden. Xia Caoer only felt creepy. She was about to urge Duan Qingming to leave quickly. At this moment, a thick and bloody smell suddenly came from the distant wind.

Duan Qingming is a person who has died once, so she is extremely fishy about blood. Moreover, following the blood light, she keenly felt that there was a pair of cold eyes in the rockery on one side, staring at her.

That ice-like look surprised Duan Qingming. Is there someone on the side?

Duan Qingming was stunned and just wanted to avoid it. At this moment, under the shadow of the head, through the bright moon shadow, a black figure rushed straight to Duan Qingming in a fierce posture of a vicious tiger.

Duan Qingming's dark shadow flashed in front of her, and she was thrown to the ground before she could react.

blood.

The fishy smell of blood.

The strong smell of blood came to my nose. Mixed with the strong smell of sweat on the man's body, Duan Qingming was almost suffocated.

Before he had time to struggle, he was taken hostage by the man in black. The man was at least one head taller than Duan Qingming. After holding Duan Qingming hostage, he put the snowy blade on Duan Qingming's neck. As long as she moved a little, she would die.

After such a toss, Duan Qingming's hair was loose and her clothes were dirty. Only her clear eyes are like ice in a cold pool, cold and dazzling.

She let the man swing left and right, without struggling or crying. At present, she is in a weak position and can only act according to the opportunity. Although Duan Qingming's first idea when she saw someone rushing over, she was that Liu Rong was playing tricks, but when she looked at it again, it was not like that. Because Liu Rong is just a woman who is good at messing up her family, and she doesn't seem to be the owner of this kind of person who is full of murder and blood.

Therefore, Duan Qingming concluded that the person in front of her must have been injured because of fighting with others, so she hid here.

Now, Duan Qingming doesn't know the identity of the other party at all, so everything can only stabilize the other party first, and then act according to the opportunity.

Xia Caoer, who followed Duan Qingming, saw Duan Qingming in danger and almost screamed. The man in black shouted at the right time, "If you want her to die, don't scream."

Hearing this, Xia Caoer immediately covered her mouth with her hand. She boldly said in a low voice, "Who are you? If you know each other, let go of our young lady!"

The man sneered, shook his wrist, and with a cold sword, he immediately scratched a blood mark on Duan Qingming's neck: "Get back."

The most direct threat is the action of the most fruit. You don't need more language at all to scare off the strongest opponent.

As soon as Xia Caoer saw that Duan Qingming was injured, she hurriedly stepped back a few steps. She waved her hand and said in a panic, "Don't... please don't hurt our young lady..."

Duan Qingming was almost unable to breathe by the man's arm. She waved her hand to Xia Caoer with some difficulty, signaling Xia Caoer not to panic. Then, her own body was as close to the man as possible, followed his steps, and retreated step by step to the deepest part of the rockery cave.

Seeing that Xia Caoer was outside the cave, and there was no one else in the cave, Duan Qingming shook her shoulder hard and whispered, "Let go of me, I won't run."

The sharp blade in the hand of the man in black pierced Duan Qingming's neck deeper. More blood flowed out. He looked at Duan Qingming with an almost gloomy and horrible look and said word by word, "If you don't want to die, don't shout around."

Originally, the man in black thought that Duan Qingming would definitely cry. However, when the little girl looked at the man in black with a calm and almost indifferent look, he was stunned.

Duan Qingming looked at the man in black and said almost coldly, "That's what I said... If you don't want to die now, just let me go."

The man in black was stunned again.

What the world cherishes most is life, and what women value most is the festival.

Shouldn't ordinary women be panicked, cry or kneel and beg for mercy when they encounter such a situation?

But why, why, the girl in front of her, from just now, not to mention crying, even the voice is as cold as the icicles in front of the corridor, and the condensation makes people's throat? For a moment, the man suddenly remembered another person. In the face of danger and any threat, he was the same. He was as stable as Mount Tai and there was almost no gap. Although that person is only a small age, he is as proud and domineering as the woman in front of him, so he sincerely follows and never regrets his life.

Unfortunately, although that person is in the capital, he does not know his current situation. He fell into such a life-death situation. However, he doesn't regret it.

The man turned his face and saw Duan Qingming's face, which was condensed with no expression.

Duan Qingming frowned, looked at the man and said lightly, "You are injured. If you don't stop bleeding, you will die."

The man seemed to be seriously injured and staggered. He looked at Duan Qingming for a long time, threw away the sword in his hand, and suddenly sneered, "If I die, I will definitely pull you to bury with me."

Duan Qingming raised her eyebrows faintly: "If you want me to be buried with you, you have to see if you have that ability."

Duan Qingming knows that these Jianghu people have their dignity and pride.