Wuming's eyes flashed slightly, and he said for a moment: "Everyone went out to find food."

"..." Qiqi didn't know what to say, but couldn't help but cough twice.

This leader is really cowardly...

But what does this guy mean? He is so pitiful. He is not planning to have a free meal here, right?

But his eyes were pure and clear, and his eyes were like a deep and quiet spring, so clean that there seemed to be nothing hidden.

It is really surprising that a killer can have such clean eyes.

"I'll let..."

"Let's go." Before Qiqi finished speaking, Wuming stood up, put on his clothes, walked to the edge of the bed, and pushed the windowsill away.

"Where to go?" If you don't leave the door, you have to break out of the window. The nature of a killer is.

"Pay you the reward." Wuming's words had just fallen, and Qiqi felt that his left wrist tightened, and the person had been buckled by him. Under his leadership, he broke the window and ran quickly towards the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

When Wuming arrived at the back mountain, he let her go and walked in front of her.

Qiqi already knows what he wants to do. Since it is a reward, don’t be in vain.

He took a step forward and struggled to catch up.

It is still a mysterious step, but the steps seem to be much more sophisticated than what he taught last time. Perhaps what he taught last time was entry-level, but this time it was a higher level.

Qiqi didn't think much about it and tried to memorize every step he took. Although he had deliberately slowed down, it was still difficult to keep up with him.

This is the second stage. If you want to learn all his steps, I don’t know how many more injuries he will have to be, and how many more times he will have to treat her?

She found herself very disgusting. In order to learn his light skills, she was actually expecting him to be injured...

"Concentrate." Wuming's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Qiqi was startled and realized that he had returned to her in a blink of an eye.

He wanted to say something, but he took another step and ran out in a blink of an eye.

Qiqi had no choice but to calm down and concentrate on following him.

In this way, he took her with her for many rounds in the back mountain. It was not until Qiqi could step on the treetops without his guidance that he suddenly dropped a word of "follow up" and took the lead to the highest peak of the back mountain.

This time, Qiqi chased after him for a long time, and it was estimated that it took at least half an hour before he finally found his trace somewhere on the top of the highest peak.

Wuming sat next to the fire and was grilling the pheasant he caught.

A seat was piled up opposite the fire with branches and leaves, as if left for her.

Qiqi walked over, sat down opposite him, took the half-cooked pheasant he handed over, and placed it on the fire to continue roasting.

He didn't say anything, just looked at the roast chicken on the fire quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at him through the flames, his face shone with circles of light under the flames, and it was indescribable bright and charming.

A man can be described by the four words "bright and charming", and his beauty can be imagined by the world.

Finally, Qiqi couldn't stand the loneliness and asked softly: "Any of those disciples from Zhaixing Tower are not yours, aren't they?"

Wuming raised his long eyelashes and glanced at her calmly.

"I'll just say it casually. If you can't say it, you can't reply..."

"Yeah." He nodded and continued to look at the roast chicken on the fire.

In fact, Qiqi would guess this just because she felt that Wuming was a solitary person, unlike someone who would walk with some people.

He shouldn't be lonely, but he seemed destined to be lonely all the time. He was unwilling to say too much to others and was unwilling to get close to others at will. Even his identity as the number one killer in Zichuan appeared at the martial arts conference, but no one could recognize him.

This at least shows that when he met someone as an unknown person, the outcome of that person was basically imagined. He must have been killed by him... Well, except for her, and Chu Xuanchi, it seems that there is also Prince Mu...

In fact, there are some things she really wants to discuss with him, but she knows very well that he will not like to listen to.

Although she and Prince Mu didn't meet many times, the Sixth Emperor Uncle could give her a sense of intimacy that other elders could not bring to her. Especially, the eyes that were very divine and bright, such a person should be a good prince who serves the country and the people, and he shouldn't have killed him.

He must have stayed in Wangyue City this time because he had something to do, but when he finished what he did here, would he return to the imperial city and continue his unfinished tasks?

According to legend, Wuming wants to kill someone, that person will definitely not survive, but Prince Mu is the only one who survived under his sword. If Chu Xuanchi had not been present that day, Prince Mu's fate could be imagined.

But Prince Xuan has too many things he has to do, so how can he stay by Prince Mu's side all the time?

She hesitated for a while and thought for a while before finally she couldn't help but say, "You kill Prince Mu, how much money the buyer will give you? Can I pay double the money for our acquaintance, and you can let him go?"

He didn't say anything, but when Qiqi mentioned the three words "Prince Mu", his five fingers holding the branch suddenly tightened, and his eyes became cold in an instant.

Qiqi felt this bone-thrusting chill completely.

As his coldness suddenly arose, even she began to feel the wind on the mountain at night was particularly cold. It was approaching Mid-Autumn Festival and it was almost cold in the frost of the twelfth month.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the branch in Wuming's hand was accidentally cut off, and the pheasant that was almost roasted suddenly fell on the fire and mixed with charcoal.

Qiqi was startled and hurriedly took the branches to try to pick them up and remedy them. However, the fire was too strong and she fiddled with them, and the flame almost rushed into her hands several times.

A big palm landed on her wrist and pulled her away.

Looking up to meet his cold gaze, she pursed her lips and said for a while: "He... is not a bad person."

Although she really shouldn't continue to get involved with him in this situation, this is her only chance.

She didn't want Prince Mu to have something to do, nor did she want Wuming and Chu Xuanchi to really become enemies one day. Wuming wants to kill Prince Mu, so Chu Xuanchi will definitely stop him.

If these two people really fight, casualties will definitely be inevitable. He can be considered half of her master, but Chu Xuanchi is her... A man, it is not good for anyone to hurt.

Wuming let go of her hand, stared at the burning flames, and said nothing.

Qiqi wanted to say something, but seeing that his face became less and less beautiful, he could only swallow all his words back into his stomach.

However, just this little bit she had already seen that Wuming wanted to kill Prince Mu, perhaps it was not just for the task.

"Your roast chicken is gone, can I eat one with you? I can't eat much anyway, just give me the chicken legs." She said.

Wuming threw down the remaining branches in his palm, swept his big palm casually, and swept a pair of dead leaves from somewhere, so he lay down straight, looking at the stars above his head, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Qiqi didn't say anything anymore, but just focused on roasting the pheasant.

He closed his eyes for no reason after a while.

Qiqi thought he was resting, but he suddenly moved his lips and whispered: "I have another name, Qi Chenfeng."

Her hand shook, and the branches in her hand almost fell down.

He hurriedly held the branches tightly, and then heard him continue saying: "My father Qi Chongming was the Minister of War at that time and was highly valued by the emperor in the court. However, fourteen years ago, he was framed for a group of black gold swords. Chu Qingmu personally led his troops to surround the Qi family. The Qi family had more than 100 lives. Except for me who went up the mountain to learn skills, I died overnight under their swords."

Qiqi didn't say anything, but her fingertips kept getting cold.

He spoke so calmly now, with no strange expression on his face, his eyes were closed, as if he was resting peacefully, but she knew that if he opened his eyes at this time, she would definitely see the deep and harsh chill and murderous aura in his eyes.

The whole family has more than 100 lives, and he can't avenge such a bloody hatred?

However, he said that it was Prince Mu who led the troops to hunt down the Qi family... Perhaps because of preconceptions, she never believed that Prince Mu was such a cruel person. His eyes, his behavior, and his natural righteousness were not something that a cruel and ruthless villain could possess.

Is there any misunderstanding that he doesn't know?

His eyes fell on Wuming's face, but he happened to open his eyes and look at her.

The look of eyes was cold, helpless, and even a little disappointment that could not be guessed.

He was disappointed with her...

"nameless……"

"I saw it with my own eyes. When I received the news the next day, Chu Qingmu led people to count the bodies of everyone in the Qi family and sent them to the mass grave to throw them away. Even my father's corpse was picked up from the mass grave and buried it with my own hands."

Can he believe that Chu Qingmu is innocent? Can what he saw with his own eyes be fake?

"Chu Qingmu... Back then, he was my father's best friend. Since I was a child, I called him Uncle Mu, but I didn't expect that this best friend who usually calls my father brother and has no distinction between status and status, actually led his troops to kill my father!"

Qiqiwu's fingers were unconsciously tightened and retracted their gaze. He didn't even dare to look at him.

The disappointment in his eyes made her chest block for no reason. Was he disappointed because he felt that she would rather believe others than believe him?

For someone like him, how difficult is it to be able to speak out to others about his tragedy back then?

Although she didn't know why she could be so lucky and could see him differently, she could firmly believe that she was definitely the only few people who were lucky enough to hear him talk about the past.

Perhaps because she didn't know anything, she was an outsider, he had been holding these things in his heart. After more than ten years of holding them in his heart, he finally couldn't help but want to find someone to talk to him tonight.

It’s really hard to live alone.

However, the person he is going to kill now is Prince Mu, the elder who once gave her warmth, and the iron-hat king who loves the country and the people among the people...
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