Ye Qingxie had a bad feeling. He had wanted to complicate a simple task, but now it seemed that it was better to keep things simple.
He looked at the sky that was getting brighter and the red morning glow in the east. He knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Thus, he started to jog and quickly flipped over the wall. Stepping on the corner of the wall, he leaped into the air and turned his palm into a knife. He aimed it at the back of Ye Qingyu's neck, who was sitting in the yard. His speed was so fast and his movements were so light that they didn't even make a sound in the wind.
He was going to knock out Ye Qingyu, pour a few drops of Three Day Drunk on her, throw her into a sack, and send her to the north gate of Cang City. It was just that … he saw a saber, causing his leaping body to come to a halt and fall to the ground.
It was a fruit knife, thin and brittle. Ye Qingxie could crush it with his bare hands. Holding the handle was a snow-white slender hand. The jade-like hand was slightly raised and trembling. The blade was pressed against a snow-white neck. There was a thin cut on her neck, which was slowly overflowing with bright red blood.
"Don't come over."
Although Ye Qingyu had never cultivated Battle Qi, she had never been sick since she was a child due to her special physique. Furthermore, her eyes and ears were better than others. Although Ye Qingxie's movements were light and gentle, his kick on the wall had startled her. She didn't think much and immediately took out the fruit knife and pressed it against her neck. But because she was too hasty and agitated, she actually cut herself.
"Ye Qingyu, don't be rash. I'm just here to see you."
Ye Qingxie was helpless and annoyed. He spread his hands and explained, although he didn't believe his own explanation.
Ye Qingyu's delicate face was cold. "I said that before my brother comes back, I won't agree to anything. Leave."
"Why do you have to do this? If you follow Young Master Xue, you can have any life you want. Why do you have to suffer in the Ye Family? "Ye Qingxie calmed down and began to persuade her. For this mission, the target had to be alive, so he didn't dare to move. He could only be patient and talk nicely.
"My brother won't come back. If you continue to force me, only death awaits you." Ye Qingyu was still stubborn. She shook the knife in her hand as if warning something.
"Sigh …" Ye Qingxie let out a deep sigh. He glanced around and stopped his two subordinates from pushing the door open. He reached into his robes and prepared to use his last move. "There are some things that I didn't want to tell you. Originally, the family wanted you to marry into the Xue family happily and live the rest of your life happily. But why are you still so stubborn … Half a month ago, the family received news that your brother … met with danger in the Barbaric Mountains. The news came from the Barbarian City. The family has confirmed that your brother is dead."
"Danger? My brother is dead? Impossible, impossible, you're lying to me, I don't believe it. "Ye Qingyu was still cold, her tone stubborn, but the hand holding the knife trembled even more.
Ye Qingxie shook his head with a gloomy expression. He turned and said to one of his subordinates outside the door, "Ye Bao, take the death letter from the family and let Miss Qingyu take a look."
Looking at the white paper in Ye Bao's hand, Ye Qingyu's heart tightened. She looked at the words on it in disbelief, "Fire Dragon Calendar Year 9998, March, Barbaric Mountains Demonic Beasts rioted. Barbarian City's City Lord Ye Bang led the people to defend against the Demonic Beasts. The family's disciples unfortunately died in battle: Ye Tian Dong, Ye Ziyu … Ye Qinghan, Ye Xiao Shi, please give the family of the hero who died in battle a generous compensation."
"Ye Qinghan, Ye Qinghan! Brother … Impossible, I don't believe it, this is fake, it's fake! "The dagger in Ye Qingyu's hand drooped down powerlessly. She shook her head and kept muttering in a low voice. Two streams of tears flowed down powerlessly, wetting her face and landing on her snow-white dress, imprinting plum blossoms.
"Miss Qingyu, please restrain your grief. I believe that cousin Qing Han's spirit in heaven also hopes that you will live well." Seeing that Ye Qingyu's blade finally showed signs of sliding down, a hint of joy flashed past Ye Qingxie's eyes, but it was instantly covered up by the sorrow and pain on his face.
"Where is the body? My brother is dead, where is his body? " Ye Qingyu suddenly asked. Her eyes were no longer crying, no longer grieving, but there seemed to be a trace of silent death aura.
"Your brother fell into a pack of level four Shadow Wolves, his corpse … It seems to have been torn apart, and the rest must have been cremated. Miss Qingyu, please restrain your grief." Ye Qingxie said in a low voice, but in his heart, he was very satisfied with his performance. It seemed that if he really couldn't make a living in the future, it was not bad to be an actor.
"Torn apart? Ugh, torn apart! "
Ye Qingyu easily believed Ye Qingxie's words, because she thought that although the family went against her will and forced her to marry Xue Wuhen, at least they didn't force her too much, nor would they use such a big matter to deceive her. The Ye Family was one of the Five Great Families, so they wouldn't abuse such methods.
However, she didn't know that all of this wasn't the family's idea, but someone was extremely daring, using the family's name to use despicable methods and do shameless things.
Gazing at the gradually rising sun in the east, as well as the patches of captivating red clouds, Ye Qingyu felt as if she wasn't looking at clouds, but rather her brother's smiling face.
"Clang."
Under the hopeful gazes of Ye Qingxie and the other two, the fruit knife finally fell to the ground, and then bounced back up, shining dazzlingly under the sunlight.
"Brother …"
Ye Qingyu let out a sorrowful cry, and before Ye Qingxie could react, she resolutely crashed into the wall behind her. After a sound like a watermelon breaking, the snow-white wall was dyed bright red …
"Brother … Brother … Brother …"
A sorrowful voice resounded in the east courtyard, echoing in all directions, and drifting into the distance.
"Whisper!"
An even more powerful and sorrowful voice reverberated. The voice was loud and deafening, piercing through the clouds and piercing through the sky.
"Ah …"
Under the horrified eyes of Ye Qingxie and the other two, a black figure directly broke through the door. The black figure stared blankly at Ye Qingyu, who was slowly sliding to the ground, and at the bright red on the snow-white wall, letting out a desperate and sorrowful roar …
"Sh * t!"
After a short period of shock, Ye Qingxie gradually became angry and cursed in a low voice. He had messed up, and he needed to further ask his master how to deal with the aftermath. So he winked at Ye Qingkuang, signaling him to report the situation here to Ye Qingkuang.
Ye Qingxie nodded silently, turned around, and was ready to leave. As for Ye Qinghan, who was standing foolishly on the side, although he had some sympathy for him, he did not take it to heart at all. He glanced at him coldly and walked away from the side.
"Bang!"
However, in the next second, Ye Qingxie began to regret, regretting his contempt and carelessness. Looking at Ye Qinghan's cold and emotionless eyes, and the fist that was not as big as a casserole but more powerful than a casserole, he touched his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and curled up on the ground in pain.
"Wait! Cousin Qinghan, listen to my explanation. "
Ye Qingxie shouted at the first time. Ye Qingxie was his personal subordinate, and he would not allow others to slap him. However … in response to his words, a leg was lifted high and pressed down heavily.
"Bang!"
Ye Qingxie, who was curled up on the ground like a lobster, flattened his arched back under this heavy kick, and the chilling sound of bones cracking was heard continuously. It was like the rack supporting grapes suddenly broke, and the whole rack was instantly torn apart.
"You …" Ye Qingxie could not bear to look at Ye Qingxie, who was paralyzed on the ground and could not be more dead. He felt a chill in his heart and wanted to say something, but when he saw Ye Qinghan's cold eyes glancing at him, he could not say anything.
"If you dare to run, I will tear down your father's small town."
Ye Qinghan turned into a phantom, picked up Ye Qingyu on the ground, and quickly walked into the door.
His sister's body was still a little warm, which meant that her vitality had not completely faded. The first thing Ye Qinghan had to do now was to save his sister immediately, instead of killing her. However, he was not a miracle doctor, and he did not know how to save people. He could only put all his hope on the bronze ring with the magical healing function.
He quickly took off the ring and put it on his sister's hand. Then he took a drop of blood from his sister's forehead and dripped it on the ring.
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