The middle-aged masked man took Di Baiqing and Zhao Yuting to run away in a hurry, I don't know how many alleys they detoured, I don't know how many turns they turned, they stopped in front of a thatched hut in the middle of the countryside. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Yuting helped Di Baiqing and hurriedly asked, "Baiqing, does your injury matter?" Di Baiqing straightened up, smiled weakly at her, and turned to the middle-aged masked man and hugged his fists: "Thank you uncle for saving your life." ”

At this moment, the middle-aged masked man smiled mysteriously, lifted his head, revealing his dark hair, he took off the masked towel, tore off the beard that had been stained, and wiped it on his face with the towel, and the withered yellow turned into natural yellow skin. A young man stood in front of Di Baiqing and the two of them like this.

Zhao Yuting was stunned for a while, a middle-aged man turned into a young man, and it happened right under her nose, she couldn't believe it, she was really shocked. She said in a trembling voice, "Childe...... You're not an uncle, so why are you dressing up?"

The man smiled lightly and responded: "In the cold relationship, when I saw that the two of you were in trouble and in danger, I simply disguised myself." If I let her know my true face, I will be in great danger in the future. "That's right, the young man in front of him is the new leader of the Yin Soul Sect. After Zhong Youyou's bloodbath, the Yin Soul Sect has grown a lot of coldness.

Di Baiqing praised: "Brother Leng Qing is really thoughtful, if it is because he saved the two of us, and he will be involved in Brother Leng Qing in the future, we can't bear it." It couldn't be better if my brother did that...... Ahem!" He was halfway through his sentence and coughed with a frown, a little uncomfortable.

Leng Qing helped Di Baiqing and said: "Brother Baiqing is polite, it is our Jianghu people who should do it when the road is uneven, go in, I have been to this place before, there is an old woman living here, we ask her for a cup of tea, rest here, and heal you by the way." ”

"Okay!" Di Baiqing responded, turned around and tightened Zhao Yuting's right wrist, and followed Leng Qing into the hut. In the courtyard of the thatched hut, an old woman in her fifties received Di Baiqing and the others, and brought them hot tea with trembling eyes. Strangely, this old woman didn't dare to approach Di Baiqing and the three who were sitting at the square table. He thought to himself that his unkempt hair must have frightened the old woman.

So, Di Baiqing said: "Old man, you don't have to be afraid, we are a little tired from the journey, just begging for tea here, when I am better, we will leave immediately." ”

Zhao Yuting also said softly: "Old man, although Baiqing is not very handsome, he is very kind, you come to me, don't be afraid of him." ”

"Yes, girl......" The old woman glanced at her coldly, but she still approached Zhao Yuting, and took out three bowls of tea from the tray and placed them in front of Di Baiqing and the three of them in turn. She fled with the current princess, and Di Baiqing paid more attention to it, afraid that someone would find out that the identity of the princess would be unfavorable to her.

At this time, Di Baiqing also carefully observed the old woman, and saw that when she served tea for Leng Qing, she did not walk into Leng Qing, but stood beside her, Di Baiqing could clearly feel that the old woman's hands were a little trembling, her face was pale, and she didn't dare to breathe.

With this astonishing discovery, Di Baiqing was very surprised, the old woman did not seem to be afraid of herself, but was wary of coldness. Di Baiqing was puzzled, why should the old woman be wary of cold feelings? Cold feelings have long since faded in disguise, and she has an elegant appearance, young and promising, although she wears a long sword, but it is placed on the side of the table, which is inconspicuous.

Di Baiqing was thinking, Zhao Yuting is a woman, and Leng Qing is a polite son, it stands to reason that the old woman is afraid of herself with a tattoo on her face, not a handsome and cold feeling, unless she ......

Di Baiqing was thinking about it, Zhao Yuting picked up the bowl of tea in front of him and said, "Brother Baiqing, come, drink hot tea and your body will be more comfortable." ”

"Okay!" Di Baiqing stroked her aching shoulders and arms, and smiled indifferently at Zhao Yuting, comforting her, but looking at the old woman and coldness without a trace in her heart. Just as Di Baiqing took the tea bowl, he saw a trace of smug pleasure in Leng Qing's eyes, and the old woman was nervously grasping the cuffs, obviously restless.

Seeing this, Di Baiqing deliberately stroked his shoulder and arm with his hand, coughed heavily, and shouted: "Miss Zhao, my arm is ......" At the same time, with a "snap!", his palm was crooked, and the tea bowl in his hand fell and fell to the ground. I heard the sound of "hiss!", and the ground changed color, and in a moment, it turned black and white.

Zhao Yuting jumped up in shock, with a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Baiqing, this is ...... Tea is poisonous?"

Di Baiqing grabbed Zhao Yuting's arm, protected her behind her, and looked at the old woman vigilantly. The old woman's face was already like ashes, and she fell to the ground on her knees, and she shouted on her stomach: "Uncle spare her life, the old woman is innocent, and he threatens ......" Suddenly, before the old woman finished speaking, Leng Qing had pulled out a long sword and pierced the old woman's heart, and suddenly blood splattered everywhere, and she died of staring.

Zhao Yuting's apricot eyes widened, and she covered her cheeks with her sleeves, so that the blood did not splash. On the contrary, it was Di Baiqing who was in front of him, his eyes were blinded, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Leng Qing suddenly said: "Brother Baiqing, let's go quickly, it may be that our identity has been exposed, and this old woman wants to poison us." So saying, his hand was about to go to Radi Baiqing.

Di Baiqing stepped back suddenly, stared at Leng Qing vigilantly, and shouted: "Brother Leng Qing, why did you kill this old man, why don't you listen to her finish speaking." ”

Leng Qing explained: "This old woman is going to poison us, I still have the heart to listen to her nonsense, this point, maybe I did it too impulsively, I'm sorry." ”

Leng Qing said softly to Zhao Yuting: "Girl, let's go, this hut is not safe, and the Holy Mother of the Snake Fairy may be near here." ”

Leng Qing killed a living old woman with a sword, her face did not change color, and her eyes did not blink, which made Zhao Yuting a little frightened and afraid. Her body trembled, and she unconsciously got a little closer to Di Baiqing, and her intuition told her that this cold feeling was not a good person. But she still said, "Yes, you're right, it's not safe here." I listen to Baiqing, if he says to go, we will leave immediately. ”

Di Baiqing could feel Zhao Yuting's changes, her hands were very cold, and she couldn't stop shaking. He unconsciously tapped his fingers on the back of her hand, wordlessly soothing her emotions, meaninglessly, "Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, listen to my arrangement." "Fortunately, the cuffs are big enough, and the coldness is not noticed.

Zhao Yuting's phoenix eyes flowed, her expression was moved, and she nodded at him without a trace, which was regarded as an answer.