Fast time travel: clear dream presses the galaxy

Qing Meng laughed softly, rubbed her little head and praised; "My Chang'er is so good."

Only then did Xinghe sit down, but her eyebrows and eyes are so cute, if she had a tail, she would definitely be shaking it proudly~
When he threw the stick on the ground into the fire, he accidentally saw a few drops of bright red on his clothes. Today he was wearing a light-colored robe, and he looked young and warm, but it was also very obvious.

Xinghe pretended not to see it, and continued humming and throwing firewood into the fire.

Qing Meng didn't explain what he was doing when he went out just now, and there was still some tacit understanding between the two of them.

In the middle of the night, Xinghe couldn't hold it anymore, and yawned several times in a row.

Qing Meng put her head on her knees, covered her eyes with her big hands and said, "Go to sleep, I will take you home when the rain stops".

Hearing this sentence, the corners of Xinghe's mouth curled up. There is nothing more heart-warming than this sentence, and there is nothing more reassuring than sleeping on his lap.

I don't know how long it took, another gust of wind blew up in the ruined temple, and there was still a faint scent of sandalwood.

Qing Meng frowned, held her breath, and pretended to be in a coma, her chin rested lightly on her little head, Zhu Chai was a little too much, a little irritating.

After another stick of incense, seven or eight men and women walked in at the entrance of the ruined temple, their clothes were a bit weird, not like people from the Central Plains.

A child who was only seven or eight years old made an old voice, slammed his mouth and said; "I encountered a hard stubble today, and the old one broke."

Another sharp voice said: "Those corpses outside are all fatal, but Lao Ba has three cuts on his body, and Lao Ba can't survive three moves in his hands."

Finally, a normal male voice said impatiently; "Your Excellency, none of my subordinates have surpassed your thirty moves in total, so how could they be fascinated by mere smoke?".

There was no movement in Qingmeng, it wasn't because he didn't dare to admit it, but because he was afraid that if he moved, he would wake her up.

A hoarse female voice said disdainfully; "Why talk too much, there must be a murderer who killed the eighth brother here, just kill them all."

Another voice said in a hurry; "There are two more children, let's forget about them."

"Oh, the benevolence of a woman, the wild fire can't burn out, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

Qing Meng suddenly felt a chill behind her back, raised her hand, and directly caught a flying knife. There was still a green light on the edge of the knife, which was obviously poisonous.

The shrill female voice snorted coldly; "I thought Your Excellency would..." Before she finished speaking, the flying knife had already been inserted into her throat, her terrified face seemed to see something, and she fell straight on the ground. on the ground.

This movement was so fast that all of them couldn't help being taken aback.

The action just now was too fast, only the man standing in the middle frowned slightly, he was the one with the highest strength here, and he was the only one who could clearly see his action just now.

If you are yourself, you can definitely avoid it.

But his strength was far superior to his own, and seven or eight names instantly appeared in his mind, and then erased one by one, and finally there was only one name, Xiaoyao Wang, who is known as the number one master in the world.

However, it is rumored that Xiaoyao Wang likes purple clothes the most, but he wears light-colored robes.

It is rumored that King Xiaoyao is not close to women, but he takes good care of the girl in his arms.

So he frowned and asked, "Your Excellency is the rumored Xiaoyao King?".

Qinghe hugged Xinghe carefully, covered her ears, and said softly, "Well, what do you want from me?".

Among the seven or eight teenagers, except for the one in the middle who stood firmly, the others took two steps back. This was not because of their cowardice, but because of their respect for the strong.

The young man in the middle laughed lightly, took off the coir raincoat around his waist, drew out the long sword around his waist, and pointed at him; "I have always wanted to compete with Xiaoyao Wang, who is number one on the ranking list, and I will ask Xiaoyao Wang for advice today." ".

The corner of Qing Meng's mouth was slightly slightly, and she said with a half-smile; "The beauty is in her arms today, she is very busy, let's meet another day."

The young man didn't pay attention to his words, and pointed his sword straight at him, with killing intent in the blade, it seems that he didn't say he wanted to learn from each other, but he really wanted his life.

Qing Meng stood in place, his sword was as fast as the wind in other people's eyes, but it slowed down dozens of times in his eyes.

When the tip of the sword pointed directly at the tip of his nose, he stretched out his right hand and held the edge of his sword between the index finger and ring finger, and then bent it slightly, only to hear a "click", the edge of the sword broke and shattered into pieces. cut two pieces.

At this moment, a look of shock finally appeared on the young man's face, he took a few steps back, holding the sword in front of his chest and said, "What did you do to it?".

Qing Meng smiled indifferently and said, "You didn't inherit half of your father's talent in swordsmanship. Back then, your father chased me for half a year in order to compete with me, and I defeated him with one move. I was only 12 years old at the time. When he came to look for me two years later, I refused. He killed the king's fiancée at the time in a fit of rage. For this reason, I wiped out his Turkic kingdom. I originally thought that the relationship with him was over, but I didn't expect you How dare you show up in front of me."

None of them seemed to have thought that he knew their identities a long time ago, so five or six people who retreated surrounded him one after another, knowing that they could not win him alone, so they wanted to fight in a team.

They have been looking for him for ten years, but his whereabouts have been elusive, until he suddenly appeared in the capital last year, they have been lurking in the capital but never met his face at all, and they had to rush back when something happened to the gang behind.

If the eighth brother hadn't said that he met a rich official family in the ruined temple today, at least he could tie up tens of thousands of taels of silver, so he happened to meet him. .

Looking at the girl he was holding carefully in his arms, it was really the right time, place and people.

If they can't kill him today to avenge the king, then they will never have such a good opportunity in their life.

Although Qing Meng was a little timid in holding Xinghe, but never felt that she was so close to him for a moment, and, with the beauty in his arms, he was able to fight with ease.

It's been a long time since I played so freely and comfortably. Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, there is really no one who can fight.

Only the blood-soaked boy stood among them leaning on the broken sword, with a strange sense of beauty.

Qing Meng didn't pay attention to him, but sat by the fire, carefully adjusted her sleeping position, and said softly; "Clean it up, get out".

The young man's anger and reluctance had already turned into blood, and he was neither surprised nor surprised that he didn't take his own life.

Pulling the bodies of the brothers out, the heavy rain finally stopped, and the sky turned pale!
The bloody smell in the air was also washed away by the heavy rain, as if nothing had happened.