The God of War Challenging Heaven

Qin Yi thought electrically and thought quickly.

“Don't think about it, because you have no idea who's behind it, buying me to kill that poem. ”

The mysterious woman shook her head gently.

At the next moment, she suddenly made a move. Her toes were a little on the roof, and the speed was unspeakable. Even when Qin Yi entered the state of emptiness, he could not see his figure clearly.

Very strong indeed!

Qin Yi's heart was full, but he didn't hesitate, waving his gun quickly.

An unexpected scene, however, happened to him.

Only the mysterious woman was seen, just halfway through the stab with a white sword, the whole person suddenly folded a ninety degree, burst towards one side, a few blinks, disappeared into Qin Yi's sight.

“Humph, a teenager from Kyushu, we'll see each other again, that poem, and I'll see if I can kill her! ”

Mysterious woman's soft voice, coming from the front.

What's that supposed to mean?

Qin Yi stood on the roof with a long gun with a smoke cloud, and was confused to the extreme.

Who is this man? Why did you say you'd see me again?

Besides, why would she look at it again and decide whether to kill poetry or not?

It doesn't look like the other five iron guards. Come on, killer!

After a long time of reflection, Qin Yi still thought about it, so he came, so he simply stopped thinking and went back to the house.

Anyway, everything this mysterious woman does, in his view, is really weird.

As soon as Qin Yi just left, the mysterious woman appeared on the roof again. She was born there, staring at the figure of Qin Yi leaving: “This little villain really pissed me off. He actually protected the poetry rhyme so much, it was just a girl movie. I really don't understand what to care about? ”

After a slight pause, the mysterious woman sighed again: “This little villain cares so much about the poem. If I really killed her, if I let him know the truth, he would hate me, wouldn't he? ”

“But if you don't kill her, will you let her sleep with that little villain...”

Obviously, the mysterious woman's mind is completely messed up.

……

Qin Yi returned to the poetic mansion. As soon as she stepped into the gate, she saw that she had replaced a poem with an elegant dress. She was sitting under a tree and lost her soul. On the cheek, two lines of tears had been shed. Even Qin Yi came in and she had not noticed.

“Poetry, what's wrong with you? ”

Looking at the poetic appearance, Qin Yi was surprised and rushed forward to ask.

He was alone in darkening the broken poetry, hearing Qin Yi's words, his delicate body suddenly flashed, and raised his head: “Qin Yi, are you... back? ”

Before Qin Yi answered, the poetry stood up violently again and poured into Qin Yi's arms. Tears of grievance fell, and two little pink fists struck Qin Yi's chest like rain: “You bad bastard, I thought you were leaving again, sad to death, woo...”

Poetry rhyme cried directly, his arms held Qin Yi dead. He didn't want to let go for a moment. If he let go of his life, Qin Yi would not fly.

Holding the young girl's soft and boneless delicate body tightly in her arms, Qin Yi's heart couldn't say what it was like to be able to get a sharp iron guard. Such tenderness like water is really enough.

Sighed softly, Qin Yi gently rubbed the girl's hair and said softly: “Idiot, for the first time I wanted to leave without saying goodbye but had already failed, how could I come back a second time? I was just out.

The young girl in her arms heard that the crying was stopped, and the scene was quite magical.

She raised her head from Qin Yi's arms and opened a pair of tears: “So, where were you? ”

“There was a mysterious woman who showed up at your mansion, tried to kill you, and I chased her. ”

Qin Yi told the truth.

“Ah, someone tried to kill me? ”

Between them, the poetry and the tears on his face all disappeared miraculously. The eyes in the show immediately became a little sharp: “Who wants to kill me? Did you catch her? ”

She is the head of Daliang Royal Six Iron Guards. At this moment, someone actually wants to kill her. She thinks this matter is really weird.

Qin Yi let go of the poetry rhyme and frowned: “That's a mysterious woman, she calls herself a killer, someone paid her to kill you. What enemy are you in this Daliang Imperial City? ”

Poetry pondered for a while and shook his head, definitely saying: "No, I have been with His Majesty all day. How could there be enemies? ”

“That would be weird. ”

Qin Yi exhaled softly and was confused to the extreme: “Also, what woman did that to me just now, just halfway out, then suddenly left again? ”

“Really? Is it possible that he suddenly realizes that you're better than her, that she's not your opponent, and thus gives up on you? ”

Poetry rhymes.

Qin Yi's strength, as far back as the old years, had seen it. He was imprisoned in the Ironman Front, and the entire Ironman Front was destroyed by him.

Now more than a year has passed, his strength is much stronger than it was, and he is afraid that in the whole beam, he will not be able to find a match to fight him.

“Now it seems that this is the only explanation. ”

Qin Yi exhaled softly, but in his heart, he still had some doubts about it.

Faced with the mysterious woman, he did not spy on her cultivation, but he felt that the mysterious woman's strength seemed no longer beneath him.

One more question: When did this beam come out of such a powerful practitioner?

With Daliang's current cultivation world, it is almost impossible to find a cultivator in the middle of Zongdao 7.

“Well, isn't the mysterious woman who tried to assassinate me gone now? I'll get you some sleep. ”

Poetry glanced up at the teenager and threw it down with some shyness, cheeks on both sides, red.

“Ah, all this has happened, and you're still in the mood to sleep with me? ”

Qin Yi was stunned.

He thought that the mysterious woman was such a mess, that the poetry was no longer in the mood to serve herself, who thought that this Niko still had this matter, "in her arms”!

At this moment, the divine colour of the poetry has become a bit glorious. On the delicate body that has just been bathed, there is a slight floral scent, and he says: "This is the will of His Majesty, we cannot resist. Why, are you really unwilling? ”

After Yan Bi, she lifted her near-transparent eyes, and some grudges glanced at Qin Yi.

“I…”

Touching the grudging look of poetry, Qin Yi's heart, “Jiao Jiao”, for a moment, nothing is right.

Yet the poetry is once again stretching out the white snake-like delicate arms, protecting the teenager's waist and gently lying in Qin Yi's arms.

The soft touch of slow pressure made me feel like a teenager and I blinked there.

Wonderful!

Poetry will have some burning cheeks, buried gently on the teenager's firm chest, and said leisurely: “Actually, it has always been one of my own wishes. Qin Yi, would you like poetry to sleep for you? ”

Can you refuse to do that yourself?

If you really refuse, poetry will only break your heart.

Grass!

It's an arch on a string. It has to be an arch!

Qin Yi sighed and swept his eyes around him: “Are we arching in this courtyard? It's a sunny day! ”

“Oh, arch...”

Poetry rhymes, a heart, suddenly jumping straight, both cheeks, almost dripping water: “Can you not sleep, say so vulgar, arch..."! ”

Qin Yi grinned with a faint smile: “I was an ordinary court guard of the Kyushu Holy See, a crude man, unlike you Daliang royal people, who said the arch between men and women is so elegant, but no matter how elegant you say it, isn't it the same nature? It's an arch. ”

Oh, my God...

Poetry screams in my heart, poetry trembles and I can't stand it.

At one time, she felt this kind of statement by Qin Yi was quite exciting. Although vulgar, it was direct. She was shy in her heart. At the same time, she liked it implicitly.

Suddenly, a little evil appeared in her heart, lying in Qin Yi's arms, glassy eyes circled, shy whispered: “In broad daylight, we are in this courtyard... arch, isn't it more exciting? ”

After saying this, one of her hearts almost had to turn out of her heart. Her cheeks were buried dead in Qin Yi's arms and she dared not look up at him.

In broad daylight, would arching in this courtyard be more exciting?

Qin Yi stood still, grass, poetry words are absolutely enough to make all the males in the world mad for it!

Although the poetry is usually elegant, like beneath a fairy, don't forget that she's an iron guard, a bone, with a grand march.

This son of a bitch is so tempting, he's going to lose my name.

The evil fire in the juvenile's body suddenly remained as if it were the same. He was insane to burn his senses, leaving him with a dry tongue and an impatient heat.