Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 60

The room was quiet, and in the grand hall, the air was silent, without a single sound.Only Qingxia and Qin Zhiyan kept stepping on the gold, making creaking noises.Qin Zhiyan suddenly smiled and said, "We don't stink of copper."

"Ah?" Qing Xia was taken aback, and asked, "What's that called?"

Qin Zhiyan blinked his eyes like he was trying to tell a joke, and said with a smile: "This is called treating money like dung."

"Ah?" Qing Xia didn't expect Qin Zhiyan to be able to joke, she was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly.

Qingxia's eyebrows and eyes are curved, her hair is full of blue hair scattered behind her, and she is dressed in a light blue man's robe, which further sets off her petite face, which is white and tender, and her eyes are like stars, shining with seductive brilliance.Qin Zhiyan's eyes rolled slightly, his face was soft, and the corners of his mouth smiled softly. The sky and the earth were bright yellow, like a newborn sun, shining golden light.Reflected on Qing Xia's cheeks, it brings out her lotus-like tranquility and beauty even more.

"Miss Tang," Qin Zhiyan suddenly called Qing Xia's name softly.

"En?" Qing Xia tilted her head and said, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Qin Zhiyan smiled faintly, "It's just that I don't know the girl's name yet."

"name?"

Qing Xia was taken aback, she had had many names before, the nickname given to her by her mother was Yimaer, translated into the original language of the tribe, it means longevity, this is her favorite name, it used to accompany her through the The happiest days of my life.Her father's surname is Su, and her first name is Su Wan, but this name has never been used much.

After her parents passed away, she was adopted by a local orphanage. Since she could not speak for more than a year, she was randomly named Xiaoyuan by the director, just like naming a puppy.Later, the orphanage closed down, and she secretly climbed into the big truck bound for the capital by herself, and finally got into another orphanage, where she met Tang Yu.At that time, Tang Yu was not called Tang Yu.Like Qingxia, she has a cat-like name called Xiaoyong.Later, the two of them were adopted by a family, and they took the surname Tang, and also took their first names.But it didn't take long because they couldn't stand the mistreatment of the hostess, and the two escaped again.

Later, when they joined the army, because the adopted family had registered for them, they spontaneously adopted their previous names.But this name is rarely seen.Most of the time, she is called 003, just a cold code name, never having her own name.

Now that she came here, she was called Zhuang Qingxia, and after finally escaping from the palace, she called herself Xia Qing in the barracks.Now, she tells people that her surname is Tang, so what should she be called?
Qin Zhiyan saw that Qingxia's expression was in a trance, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, it's just me being rude to ask a girl's boudoir name rashly."

"Call me Yimaer." Qing Xia said suddenly.

"Yimaer?" Qin Zhiyan raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Is the girl a foreigner?"

"No," Qing Xia shook her head slowly, and said in a deep voice, "This is the name my mother gave me. She is from Xinjiang, and Yimaer means longevity."

"Changsheng?" A smile flashed in Qin Zhiyan's eyes, "It really is a good name."

"Yes, this is my favorite name. I am the only one who knows it in the whole world. Now, you know it too." The girl in Tsing Yi's eyes were bright like shining gems. Qin Zhiyan, who was a head taller, seemed to have sunshine blooming on her face, dazzled Qin Zhiyan's eyes.

She really didn't lie, except for her dead parents, no one in this world knew that she had such a foreign name.She looked at the thin Qin Zhiyan with a smile, and said word by word: "Qin Zhiyan, if possible, I really want to give you this name."

Qin Zhiyan was taken aback for a moment, but saw that Qing Xia had already turned around, her petite body was leading the long white silk, walking far ahead of him.

Yimaer, do you grow... give birth?
A muffled sound of "Boom!" suddenly sounded, and the gold in the sky rose into the air in an instant. Qin Zhiyan was startled, and looked with deep eyes, only to see a deep vortex suddenly appearing on the sand full of gold, and Qing Xia's petite figure had long since disappeared.

"Yima'er!" A stern shout resounded through the hall, Qin Zhiyan twisted his wrists, criss-crossed his hands, wrapped the long white silk around his arms, and stood firmly on his feet.

In the grand hall, all the quicksand flowed crazily like a huge monster.

A terrifying quicksand vortex in the center swirls and devours everything, including the light blue figure.

"Yimaer!" Qin Zhiyan's face turned cold, and he pulled hard with his hand.But at this moment, the sound of cloth being torn suddenly came out.It was just such a small and soft voice, but it was like a thunderbolt hitting Qin Zhiyan's head. Looking intently, the life-saving white silk had been torn with a big hole.

The quicksand under his feet slid rapidly, and Qin Zhiyan's body involuntarily slid towards the vortex in which Qing Xia sank.

"Qin Zhiyan, let go!"

The sharp female voice echoed above the hall, followed by the clear sound of cloth being torn, and the white ribbon connecting the two of them, like a butterfly, was swallowed by the huge vortex.

Qin Zhiyan frowned, without any hesitation, his body suddenly rose from the ground, and he stretched out his hand towards the rope.The blue shirt flashed, and unexpectedly fell into a huge vortex.

In the dark, who is following whose footsteps.

"Qin Zhiyan!" A clear and sharp voice suddenly sounded, and in the yellow sand all over the sky, Qin Zhiyan suddenly raised his head, only to see Qingxia holding a dagger in one hand, stuck in the crack of the wall of the whirlpool , staring at himself with wide eyes, frowning tightly, shouting loudly.

A sky full of gold fell between the two of them, Qin Zhiyan wore a green shirt, and fell from Qing Xia's face in the blink of an eye.

It turned out that she was fine.

A heart calmed down in an instant, Qin Zhiyan's face was pale, his eyes were bright and gentle, he raised his head, looked at the beautiful figure that was getting further and further away, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.

"Qin Zhiyan!" Qing Xia turned pale with shock, suddenly kicked hard on the side wall of the vortex, and jumped down towards the huge black hole!
In the blink of an eye, with a kick, Qing Xia arrived first, grabbed Qin Zhiyan's wrist tightly with one hand, and thrust the other hand fiercely into the side wall of the whirlpool from the back of his neck.

A flash of bright sparks exploded, Qing Xia and Qin Zhiyan paused, and slashed down fiercely, the sharp dagger was inserted into the gap in the wall, cutting a long knife mark on the smooth wall, The speed slowed down, and finally, there was a bang, and the speed suddenly stopped, and the two of them froze. Qing Xia held the dagger tightly in one hand, and Qin Zhiyan's wrist in the other, hanging in the air like this among.

"Yimaer, how are you?" Qin Zhiyan frowned, looking up at Qingxia above.I saw her face was pale, the hand holding the dagger was bloody and bloody, but the other hand was still tightly grasping her wrist.

"Qin Zhiyan, throw a flint down and see what's going on below." Although Qing Xia's complexion was pale, her voice was still calm.

Qin Zhiyan groped for the flint at his waist with his other hand, and after striking the fire with difficulty, he threw it down to the bottom of the black hole.

The faint candlelight instantly illuminated the black hole below, but when they took a closer look, the faces of the two of them suddenly turned pale again.I saw that Qin Zhiyan was lowered more than 30 meters underground, and there were countless poisonous snakes with their necks upturned begging for food. The roots were intertwined, as thin as a little finger, and as thick as a thigh.The burning flint fell into the group of snakes, startling the beasts. Several giant snakes raised their necks in fright and spit out their cores. Their eyes were blood red and they were ferocious and terrifying.

Looking down, thousands of poisonous snakes are colorful, like a colorful torrent, rushing and jumping at the bottom, twisting and turning, terrifying.It was surging like waves, exuding a disgusting breath of death.

Qingxia's palms could not help but sweat a little, but she grabbed Qin Zhiyan's hand even more forcefully.

However, before the two of them recovered their senses, a small sound suddenly sounded above their heads.Qing Xia and Qin Zhiyan raised their heads in horror at the same time, and the sound of rustling gradually came from the dagger stuck in the wall.Countless tiny fly ash fell down.Although in such a dark black hole, with the faint light from above, Qing Xia can still clearly see a crack on the handle of the dagger, gradually expanding, and the feeling of looseness is transmitted from the hand.

Supporting the weight of two people, the time of this life-saving dagger is finally numbered.

For a moment, both of them seemed to be a little stunned.

As if sensing the predicament of the two above, the group of snakes below suddenly raised their necks and spit out their cores, hissing through their ears.Qing Xia's eyes were wide open, staring closely at the cold iron dagger in her hand that had been with her for a long time, her fingertips turned white, and bright red blood slowly flowed from her arm scratched by the stone, along Qing Xia's fair skin. The arm dripped down bit by bit.

With a "poof", a drop of blood dripped on Qin Zhiyan's forehead, which was very eye-catching on his pale cheeks.

Time seemed to have passed so long, but it was only for a moment.Qin Zhiyan's eyes were sad and peaceful, he looked up at the pale woman hanging in the air, her eyes were so panicked, looking around like a desperate little beast, but in such a In the pitch-black black hole, how could anyone extend a helping hand to her.Bright red blood flowed from her snow-white arm and dripped on her forehead. Her hand and her hand clasped each other's wrist tightly, so tightly, as if they were born together like this.The whitish fingertips tightly clasped the opponent's skin, and the red marks remained there so strikingly.

(End of this chapter)