Song Qing's eyes flashed. Unfortunately, the black bell, who was trying to organize the language, didn't see it. "You know in your heart that if it wasn't for the leader's insistence on leaving you, the first leader would never have picked up a child. From childhood to adulthood, I didn't see him treat anyone better, only you. I know that you are different from us. Your ideas are just like those decent I'm stupid and can't speak. I just want to tell you that you are the left protector of the demon sect, and the safety of the leader should be considered first in all problems. " After that, Heiling scratched her ear unnaturally, "if you want to complain, you can go, but I must say what I say. I don't know what a gentleman is, and I don't know what killing innocent people is. My father told me since I was a child that what the leader said was right, and it would be right to listen to the leader."

Song Qing looked at the black bell almost ran away from the back, the face even faintly showed a loss.

In fact, is he so bad to the leader?

Jirao is lying on the bed. There were too many things to think about before. Now I'm free. I don't have a mobile phone to play with. I feel that I'm going to get moldy.

Jirao put the small words in his hand aside and sighed helplessly at his bandaged legs. He got out of bed and walked to the window with the wall on his own.

The house of the demon sect leader is naturally the best in lighting. It faces south and has excellent geomantic omen. There is also a red iris outside the window. It is said that Ji Rao's father specially planted it for his son.

Unfortunately, Ji Rao's father has left now.

Ji Rao has been tired of looking at this flower these days. He lowers his eyes and thinks that if he continues to be so boring, he will really explode. These days, he always dreamt that the protagonist was attacking, and the man rushed towards him with a sword in his hand.

"Jirao, did you ever feel a little uneasy when you killed so many people?"

Ji Rao mouth slightly raised, the voice cool thin, "die just."

The banquet court bit teeth, full of hate to look at Ji Rao, "today I will act for heaven!"

A lot of people rushed in. Ji Rao was very good at it, but he saw that someone was actually attacking Song Qing. He took Song Qing into his arms with one hand and beat people with the other hand. Blood floated down from the air. It seems that he can't live.

"Song Qing, I'll take you..." Let's go.

The words did not finish, Ji Rao abdominal pain, the arms of Song Qing cold looking at him, still holding a dagger.

Ji Rao was stunned.

The banquet court took the opportunity to pick up the sword and stabbed in from behind jirao.

A sword pierces the heart.

These are the plots of the original text.

But these days he always dreams.

If he wants to kill himself, even if the process is a little tortuous, but the ending is not far away. Thinking of Yan Ting's eyes when he knew he was the leader of the demon sect, Ji Rao was more and more worried.

When song Qinglai passed through the iris flower field, he saw his master leaning against the window, wearing red silk and clothes, which made him look thinner and thinner. When it was cold, some iris flowers had begun to wither. The petals were blown by the wind, and they were sprinkled on Ji Rao's body. The eyes, always with pride and disdain, drooped slightly at this time. Their brows were slightly frowned, and their eyebrows were slightly frowned. Song Qing felt a pain in his heart for no reason.

Song and Qing Dynasty walked around the past, knocking on the door symbolically and then pushing it open.

Ji Rao stood by the window and looked back at him when he heard him come in. Ji Rao's eyes brightened at the moment of seeing song and Qing Dynasty.

If there is anyone who can attack the protagonist, it is absolutely the protagonist by ah!

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