Chapter 19 Chapter Sixteen

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a while.Luo Zhongxia's memory of this woman's viciousness is still fresh, and it can be said that the incidents of the past few days were all caused by her; and Qin Yi suffered a big loss under Luo Zhongxia's hands last time, so she was quite afraid of this stunned young man , all of a sudden did not dare to act rashly. The man and the woman looked at each other for a long time, and no one could figure out what the other party's intentions were when they suddenly appeared here.After all, Qin Yi was the first to recover from the shock. She looked around and gave Luo Zhongxia a ambiguous smile.

"hello." The tone is relaxed and normal, as if two unfamiliar friends accidentally met on the street.Luo Zhongxia ruthlessly chewed a few times, almost swallowing the buns in his mouth, then put down his chopsticks, and put on a stern look: "I don't want to fight with you today." Hearing this, Qin Yi blinked, took out a pink vanity box from her handbag, and began to touch up her makeup as if no one else was there, and said leisurely, "I can't think of a good reason to fight. I just finished working overtime, and before going home Come get some supper, how about you?"

Her tone was affectionate, and she couldn't tell that she was still tense a few seconds ago.However, Luo Zhongxia did not dare to take it lightly, like a cat with all its hair on its back, staring at the unicorn pendant on Qin Yi's chest. Hidden in this plump body is Zhang Hua's rare pen, which can be used to cover all things, and it can breed velvet for spring. This woman also turned Zheng He into a pen boy with this smiling face that day, and beat herself almost paralyzed.Women are superficially cute creatures, but in fact they can fool you to death. Even Xiao Rong can deceive herself without changing his face... Thinking of Xiao Rong, Luo Zhongxia felt pain for no reason, and hurriedly forced her Turn your attention away from thinking about her.

Qin Yi was still talking non-stop, "Students, you don't know how miserable office workers are. Every day, the boss treats you like a cow and a horse, and won't let you go until you're exhausted, tsk tsk." Luo Zhongxia made up his mind. Ignore her any more and just eat my buns.While sucking iced soy milk, Qin Yi looked at Luo Zhongxia with a smile on his chin, his eyes fluttering, and deliberately exposed a piece of bullying Saixue between his collar.If you were an ordinary person, with such a beautiful woman talking and laughing with you, you would have been fascinated and your muscles and bones were weak.Fortunately, Luo Zhongxia had seen the power of the Unicorn Pen before, so he didn't dare to relax a bit.

In the last battle, Qin Yi was defeated by underestimating the enemy, which made Luo Zhongxia calmly use Qinglian's posthumous writing; if this time there is a big fight, Qin Yi will definitely use all his strength to strike, Qinglian, who is timely and ineffective Whether the posthumous pen can compete with the rare pen is still unknown. Qin Yi had already seen his intentions. He had been talking about the latest LV bag, but suddenly changed the subject, "By the way, it's nothing more than you breaking my pen holder. My two pens are now Is it still in your place?" Luo Zhongxia Guang was thinking about being on guard, but he didn't expect her to ask such a question suddenly, so he was caught off guard, and opened his mouth involuntarily and replied: "Ah?"

Qin Yi reached out and tapped his forehead, and said coquettishly, "What are you pretending to be, I hate it." Luo Zhongxia was so frightened that she quickly covered her forehead, fearing that she would sneak attack her, and the green lotus pen bloomed.Qin Yi chuckled, Shi Shiran withdrew his finger, and gently stroked his delicate little fingernail, "Don't be nervous, we won't fight today. I just want to ask, where are my two pen spirits?" Only then did Luo Zhongxia understand what she was talking about, so she shook her head.Qin Yi's eyes behind the lenses suddenly became a little sharper, and there was a hint of gloom on his snow-white cheeks.

"Where are they?" "One of the famous flowers has its owner, but the other is missing." Luo Zhongxia replied angrily. "Famous flowers have owners?" Qin Yi's eyes widened. Luo Zhongxia didn't bother to explain to her that now he didn't want to have anything to do with these pen spirits.Anyway, with the Qinglian pen in her hand, forgive this woman and dare not make a mistake. It's ironic that you have to rely on Biling to live away from Biling. So he swallowed the last mouthful of buns, stood up and walked outside. "Huh? Why did you just leave after talking?"

Qin Yi flicked his fingernail lightly, and a tiny unicorn lock floated out, hitting Luo Zhongxia's right leg.This little piece is so tiny that its effect is just enough to make the nerves tingle.Luo Zhongxia was tripped and staggered, turned around angrily and said angrily, "What do you want?" Qin Yi put his hands together and said softly, "Have you ever thought that we can cooperate?" "cooperate?" Qin Yi looked into Luo Zhongxia's eyes and smiled charmingly, "Don't hide it, you are not from the Zhuge family either?" Luo Zhongxia originally wanted to leave, but when he heard the name of the Zhuge family, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.Qin Yi saw all this in his eyes, a slight smile floated on his lips, and continued: "You don't understand Lao Li. You have no chance of winning if you fight him alone. Since we It is also fate to meet by chance, why not work together?"

Luo Zhongxia's mind was spinning rapidly.After Qin Yi's reminder, he suddenly thought that he might still be under threat.Although he speculated that without Wuxin Sanzhuo, the Zhuge family would not be able to find him, but this is speculation after all without any verification.If he made a mistake, and the Zhuge family would kill him, no one would come to help him now—except for the unreliable Qin Yi in front of him.The two of them didn't know each other's details, Luo Zhongxia really didn't know if he could tell her about Wei Shiran and Xiao Rong rashly. Luo Zhongxia regretted that he should have fallen out with Xiaorong rashly, but it was too late to regret.

"But who are you from? Are you from the Wei family?" Qin Yi's expression darkened, and then he shrugged his shoulders, revealing a tone of contempt: "Who will belong to the Wei family - it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that none of us belong to Lao Li. An enemy's enemy is a friend. "Qin Yi paused, pointing at Luo Zhongxia with one hand and stroking his chest with the other. "Your Qinglian posthumous pen, together with my rare pen, I believe it can stand up to the Zhuge family - not to mention the two pen spirits I have collected so hard!"

Qin Yi pronounced the word "I" heavily.After pondering for a while, Luo Zhongxia raised his head and said sincerely: "One of your two pen spirits has found its host, and the other has gone somewhere. I didn't hide it from you. But..." "But what?" Luo Zhongxia bit her lip and made up her mind, "Do you really want this Qinglian posthumous pen on my body?" Qin Yi chuckled and said, "It's natural, Taibai Qinglian is ranked as the Seventh Marquis of Guancheng, who wouldn't want it?" "As long as you have a way to take it out and it doesn't hurt my life, please take it away." Luo Zhongxia spread her hands and said frankly.He thought to himself that what this guy Wei Shiran said was false and true, and he didn't know which sentence was true. Maybe there was some magic way to get rid of the pen spirit in him, and he didn't know. Qin Yi only said that she had seen through Luo Zhongxia's temperament, but she didn't expect him to be so straightforward. At this time, she looked at Luo Zhongxia as if she were looking at a house cat who wouldn't eat Weijia fried fresh buns.Everyone dreams of Qinglian's posthumous writing, but why this guy in front of him abandons it like a trash is really unpredictable. "Deal." Qin Yi snapped his fingers smartly and stood up at the same time, "Let's go." "Go, where are you going?" "After work, of course I'm going home." Qin Yi rolled his eyes, and a bunch of silver keys dangled between his index fingers. Qin Yi's home is not far from the company where she works. It is located on the 26th floor of a high-end residential area. It is an apartment of more than 120 square meters.Luo Zhongxia calculated the price in his heart and was speechless. The decoration in the room is mainly white and orange, simple and bright. In the living room there are only an LCD TV, a transparent glass cabinet full of dolls, a small tea table and two cute Q-style sandbag chairs.There are still a few posters of foreigners hanging on the wall, and two pitch-black speakers are lying gloomy in the corner. Qin Yi poked his head out from the kitchen and asked Luo Zhongxia, "What would you like to drink?" "Uh...Red Bull." "I don't have Red Bull here, can I squeeze lemon juice myself?" Luo Zhongxia nodded silently, making up her mind never to touch this "Qin Yi's own squeezed" lemon juice.Although he didn't read much, he had always heard of the Mongolian sweat medicine in "Water Margin". He was thinking anxiously with his head down, when Qin Yi had already walked out with two glasses of lemon juice.She had already taken off her office suit and glasses, and changed into a casual beige home clothes. Her two soft jade arms were swaying gracefully, and the round curve on her chest made Luo Zhongxia's mouth dry. "Cheers to our cooperation." Qin Yi raised the cup, and Luo Zhongxia also raised the cup, just touched her lips before putting it down, correcting her words, "I didn't say I would cooperate with you, I don't want to have anything to do with you What's the matter?" Qin Yi didn't think it was disobedient, and drank the water in the glass, "That's fine, everyone has their own secrets. After tonight, you won't ask me who I am, and I won't ask who you are either." Said After she put down the glass, she opened the bedroom door next to her, leaned against the door and gave him a slight shake of her chin. Her words and actions were extremely ambiguous, Luo Zhongxia vaguely saw a double bed inside, she blushed immediately, and waved her hands quickly, "This, this..." Qin Yi gave him a blank look and motioned for him to come in quickly. Luo Zhongxia tremblingly entered the bedroom, and found that it was completely different from what he had imagined.There are no brocade quilts, musk stoves and red candles inside. There are a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall. The wall between the balcony and the bedroom has been opened. There is a sandalwood square table in the space, and the four treasures of the study are neatly placed on it. On the bookshelf are several rows of classic books bound in blue leather.This room is very different from the post-modern casual style of the lobby outside, and it is a style of a scholarly family. Luo Zhongxia took a deep breath, he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or happy. "If you're with Zhao Feibai's group of educated people, you have to decorate your appearance." Qin Yi seemed to have insight into Luo Zhongxia's mind. She walked to the table while talking, and picked up an inkstone from a small box. "How do you plan to get the pen?" Luo Zhongxia has been skeptical about this. Qin Yi held up the inkstone in his slender hands, and walked slowly, "Originally, the spirit of the pen and the spirit of the soul are entangled, and it is not easy to separate them again, but I have my own magic method." "What is it?" "It's in my palm." Qin Yi brought it to Luo Zhongxia. This square inkstone has four legs, the color of the inkstone is light green and mixed with purple and brown, the texture is as fine as a swallow bat, and the inkstone hall is engraved with Yang, forming a plane with the edge of the inkstone, which looks simple and dignified.There is still a line of characters engraved in front of the hall, but the light is not enough to make it legible. "Uh, you said this inkstone can take out my pen spirit?" "The brush is the spirit, and the inkstone is called Duanfang. This inkstone is also one of the four treasures, and it is specially used to sharpen the pestle and make ink. The entanglement between the spirit of the pen and the soul, of course, can only be resolved with the inkstone." Qin Yi said and relied on , unknowingly pushed Luo Zhongxia to the side of the bed, and the two sat side by side.Luo Zhongxia felt a burst of fragrance from the other party, and the loose neckline opened and closed from time to time, making him afraid to move his eyes. He didn't dare to be careless, he agreed with his mouth, and secretly lifted the Qinglian pen to his heart, and once he sensed the activation of the qi horn, he immediately counterattacked. Qin Yi didn't seem to have any intention of doing so, and said to himself: "My Fang inkstone is an ancient relic. It is a Yanbat stone inkstone produced in Mount Tai. It absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and is capable of transforming spirits. If you don't believe me, touch it." Luo Luo Zhong Xia felt a chill in her palm, and she had already stuffed the inkstone into her hand. This Yanbat stone inkstone is indeed a famous item.Although Luo Zhongxia didn't understand these things, he could feel the beauty of it: once the skin touched it, the stone felt cool and smooth, and after holding it for a while, a layer of dew formed between the inkstones. Qin Yi climbed onto Luo Zhongxia's shoulder with his right hand, and his chin began to move upward, as warm smoke curled up.Luo Zhongxia leaned to the side nervously, Qin Yi's red lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were as charming as silk, and he gently took the inkstone back from his hand.The two hands touched each other unintentionally, and Luo Zhongxia only felt that it was as smooth as an inkstone, and a little more tender, and his mind was shaken. "You don't know. Although the outer skin of the Yanbat stone inkstone is smooth, the inner quality is extremely hard, so it is called a gentleman in the inkstone." Qin Yi said softly while lying on Luo Zhongxia's neck, blowing like blue. Qin Yi's chest had already begun to gently rub against his arm intentionally or unintentionally. Luo Zhongxia tried her best to control her mind, and squeezed out a voice from between her teeth: "The inner substance is hard, will it be easier to take out the pen..." The voice was extremely dry, Obviously parched. "That's natural." Qin Yi's delicate body was still swaying, and the rubbing was getting bigger and bigger. boom! Luo Zhongxia only felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head, countless gold stars burst out in front of his eyes, and then the dark scene fell. ... He opened his eyes from the coma, and it took dozens of seconds for his vision to recover a little. The back of his head seemed to be tightly grasped by the octopus's claws, and everything he touched was extremely hot and painful. Luo Zhongxia looked around, and found that he was in a small space, surrounded by pitch black, and there was a smell of rubber.He struggled to get up, but found that his hands and feet were firmly bound by electric wires, and his chest was tightly pressed by a piece of paper. He tried his luck, and the Qinglian pen was swelling in his chest, but it was just pressed by the paper, suffocating unbearably, and it was difficult to breathe smoothly. While struggling, Luo Zhongxia's eyes suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light shone down, and he realized that he was locked in the back compartment of a car. And it was Qin Yi who opened the back cover of the car. "Yo, you're awake." She still had that coquettish look, but in Luo Zhongxia's eyes, she became even more hateful. "You lied to me." The boy gritted his teeth. "I don't want to mess with Qinglian's posthumous pen, so I have to find another way. As long as you don't use the rare pen, you won't be suspicious, hehe, so naive." "So you used that swallow bat inkstone?" "In order to take pictures of you, I really used up a good inkstone." Qin Yi curled her lips, she had already changed into a black leather jacket, "Oh, oh, I use the inkstone as a brick, I really burn the piano and cook the crane." "How much is that inkstone?" Luo Zhongxia sighed. "No matter what the price is, it must be fifty or sixty thousand." "Being slapped to death by such a valuable brick, I can rest in peace..." Luo Zhongxia was at the end of the road, and his nonsense began to flourish, "So, what you said is all false!" Qin Yi covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Hey, how can there be a way to withdraw the pen without hurting one's life——when the soul is gone, the pen will be withdrawn?" "Then why don't you kill me?" Qin Yi opened a bottle of mineral water, poured a few sips into Luo Zhongxia's mouth, "Kill you? How can I be willing now. Qinglian pen is light and unruly, elusive, there is no perfect way to finish it, or It’s safer to stay in your body for now.” Luo Zhongxia twisted her body uneasily, desperately trying to make Qinglianbi come alive, but in vain.That thin piece of paper was tightly pressed against his chest like mountains and hills, and Qinglian's posthumous pen was like a monkey grandson at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, empty of blood but unable to move, he seemed a little shy in front of this piece of paper. "This, what kind of symbol is this?" "Fu? This is a copybook." "Pang Zhonghua's?" "Poor-mouthed kid." Qin Yi scolded with a smile, "Haven't you heard of 'There is a scene in front of you, and Cui Hao wrote a poem on it'? This post is Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower", and the town of Taibai is excellent. Unfortunately The Yellow Crane Pen is not here now, but a copybook is enough to suppress you, an amateur pen official." Luo Zhongxia had no choice but to say bitterly: "Hmph, if I bite my tongue and kill myself now, you will lose money and life." "Come on, you kid doesn't have the guts to commit suicide." Qin Yi's words pierced Luo Zhongxia's pretense of being strong but capable. "Let's go to a place where we can collect pens now, don't worry, I will be gentle with you." With a bang, she slammed the hood back on.Soon Luo Zhongxia felt the car shaking and roaring, obviously it was on the road. "Damn, I'm almost on my way too." He thought to himself, but there was nothing he could do. After driving for about half an hour, Luo Zhongxia resisted the strong dizziness and tried to move his arms. Fortunately, I can move.Cui Hao can suppress Li Bai, but Luo Zhongxia cannot be suppressed.Although his hands were tied behind his back, at least his fingers and elbow joints could still move. He struggled a few times and managed to put his fingers into his trouser pockets. His fingertips just touched the shell of the phone. After another arduous little movement, he finally got the phone in his hand.His phone is a candy bar, so he can press numbers directly in his pocket. But who to call? 110?I can't tell the direction at all, and don't expect them to be able to track signals as casually as the FBI. 120?You shouldn't have to worry about collecting the corpse. 114?Do not be silly!Is this the time to be crazy! ? In the end, he still thought of Xiaorong...but...this is really embarrassing.Luo Zhongxia, who was about to die, was in a dilemma, and thought of a compromise. He wanted to call Yan Zheng. The spirit of Yan Zheng's unknown brush came from Qin Yi, maybe they could have some kind of connection with each other.So far, it's just a gamble. Luo Zhongxia finished inputting the numbers by feeling, and just pressed the call button, the car suddenly braked suddenly, and the huge inertia threw him forward, hitting his head heavily on the iron wall.Before he had time to scold his mother, the rear cover of the car was lifted with a bang.Qin Yi leaned in flusteredly, waved his hands and cut off the wires binding Luo Zhongxia's hands and feet, and tore off the copybook of "Yellow Crane Tower". "Come help, or we'll all die!" Her voice distorted with tension. Luo Zhongxia climbed out of the car rubbing his sore wrists, before he could think of what to say to taunt Qin Yi, he noticed something was wrong with the surrounding environment.This is a sparse grove, surrounded by high and low sand dunes, such as graves and monuments, quiet and quiet, it seems to be far away from the road. Three people stood far in front of Qin Yi's Passat. One old, one young, and one monk.