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

Song Qing looked at Heiling's back, which was almost deserted, and his face showed a sense of loss.

Originally, is he so bad to the leader?

Ji Rao is lying on the bed. Before, she had too many things to think about. Now she is free. If she doesn't have a mobile phone to play, she feels moldy.

Ji Rao throws the small story book aside, looking at his bandaged leg, sighs helplessly. He got out of bed and walked to the window with the wall on his own.

The house of the leader of the demon sect has the best lighting. It faces south and has excellent Feng Shui. There is also a piece of 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 is tired of seeing this flower these days. He lowers his eyes and thinks that if he continues to be bored, he will explode. These days, he always dreams of the protagonist attacking, and the man rushes towards him with a sword.

"Ji Rao, you have killed so many people, but have you ever felt a little uneasy?"

Ji Rao's mouth raised slightly, and her voice was cold and thin. "I'm just worthy of death."

Banquet court of bite teeth, full of hate looking at Ji Rao, "today I will act for heaven!"

A lot of people swarmed in. Ji Rao was very good at it, but he saw that someone had even done something to Song Qing. He took Song Qing into his arms with one hand and slapped him in the air with the other hand. The blood floated down from the air. It seemed that he could not live.

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

Before the words are finished, Ji Rao has a pain in her abdomen. Song Qing in her arms looks at him coldly, holding a dagger in her hand.

Ji Rao was stunned.

The banquet court took the opportunity to pick up the sword and stabbed Ji Rao from behind.

A sword goes through the heart.

These are the plots in the original text.

But he's always dreaming these days.

Protagonist attack is protagonist attack, if he wants to kill himself, even if the process is a bit tortuous, but the outcome is not the same. Think of the eyes of yantingzhi when he knew that he was the leader of the demon sect, Ji Rao was more and more worried.

When Song Qing came, he passed through the iris flower field. At a glance, he saw his religious leader leaning against the window. He was wearing red silk and black clothes, which made him thinner and thinner. When it's cold, some iris flowers have begun to wither. The petals are blown by the wind and sprinkled on Ji Rao. The proud and disdainful eyes droop slightly at this time. They fold up and frown slightly. Song Qing feels a pain in his heart for no reason.

Song Qing walked around, knocked on the door symbolically, and then pushed it open.

Ji Rao was standing by the window. When he heard him coming in, he looked back at him. Ji Rao's eyes brightened when he saw Song Qing.

If there is anyone who can challenge the protagonist, it is the protagonist!