Chapter 45 Your Life Is Mine

Qing'er has always felt that Han Xu has become a different person since she came back with him.

The Han Xu she knew before was unruly on the outside, but he was actually gentle and elegant, good at poetry and songs, and liked playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

After living together, she found that Han Xu never did these things, or in other words, he basically couldn't do anything.

Those piano skills that surpassed the master level and those poems that were enough to be passed down through the ages seemed to be born with him.

As for how Han Xu could have such attainments at such a young age, he didn't say it himself, and Qing'er wouldn't ask.

In Qing'er's eyes, perhaps God used this method to make up for his lack of talent in cultivation.

These days, Han Xu gave Qing'er the feeling of a wise man who was strategizing.

No matter what happened, he could easily see the essence through the appearance. He could remain calm in the face of the third prince Wu Xiuxian, and even let Nishang act as an eyeliner around him.

It seemed that everything was under his control.

Perhaps, conquering the four courtesans is not just talk.

"If the young master can practice, he will definitely become a genius of his generation." Qing'er thought so.

Before dinner, Nichang came back with two bags of fresh fruits and vegetables in her hands.

It was like she went out to buy some vegetables.

She had a faint smile on her lips, and she walked gracefully. At first glance, she was no different from usual.

But Han Xu and Qing'er saw that she was hiding something in her heart.

No matter how Nichang concealed her uneasiness, her eyes would flicker when she looked at the two of them.

After nightfall, the three of them went back to their rooms. Han Xu rarely flipped through ancient books in the study. During this period, Uncle Lin came back once, but was sent away by Han Xu for a reason.

The whole mansion was silent, only in Han Xu's study, there was a dim candlelight.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the window, and came to the door quietly like a civet cat.

Han Xu's mind was as clear as a mirror, but his eyes were always fixed on the book in his hand, as if he knew nothing.

After a long time, there was no movement outside the door.

Han Xu could even hear the heavy breathing due to nervousness, the body pressed against the door, and the chest kept rising and falling.

"Silly girl, you don't look like a killer at all. You have exposed yourself completely before you make a move." Han Xu sighed in his heart, but he also knew that Nichang was confused.

A killer should not have feelings, especially when killing people.

But Nichang did.

"Who is it!"

Seeing that Nichang never made a move, Qing'er appeared from the rockery in the yard according to the plan Han Xu had given her before.

I didn't expect Qing'er to be here. Nichang's eyes clearly showed a trace of panic.

Although she was wearing a nightgown and a veil, her pupils were still as bright as stars.

Qing'er took out the guqin without thinking twice, plucked the strings with her right hand, and the sound waves carried spiritual power and turned into sound blades to attack.

Thirty-six Que Ru Meng Ling is a sonic technique that combines spiritual power and vocal music. In the dreamlike music, it kills enemies without form.

Nichang's figure flashed, and a cold light shot out from her sleeves, colliding with Qing'er's sound blade.

Then, Nichang waved her hands, and eight arms seemed to grow from her back, and countless hidden weapons flew out, turning into a net of heaven and earth.

Eight-armed Yama is also an extraordinary technique with infinite power.

Qing'er sat cross-legged with the guqin on her knees. The sound of the guqin sounded and the sound waves spread out.

In the yard, dense sparks appeared between the two people, and the sound of iron colliding could be heard.

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Various hidden weapons fell on the ground like raindrops.

Both of them were in the sixth level, and both practiced extraordinary techniques. Their strengths were also on par, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner for a while.

"Who is making a noise outside?" At this moment, Han Xu's voice sounded from the study.

Through the window, he could be seen getting up and preparing to open the door.

Qing'er's eyes showed fear, and she shouted loudly: "Master, be careful, there is an assassin!"

After that, she jumped up from the rockery without caring about her own safety, and blocked the study room tightly.

This jump completely exposed her back in front of Nishang.

"Qing'er, I didn't want to hurt you." Nishang muttered, put away the hidden weapon in her hand, and slapped Qing'er on the back.

Qing'er's body flew forward immediately, and just as the door of the study room opened, she fell directly into Han Xu's arms.

"What's going on?" Han Xu asked in surprise, and quickly hugged the injured Qing'er.

Nishang's palm was not heavy, but just broke up Qing'er's gathered spiritual power, making her unable to move for a while.

Han Xu looked at Nichang, who was dressed in black outside the door, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Master, run away!" Qing'er said in Han Xu's arms. Although she knew it was a play, she was still worried. If Nichang really wanted to kill, who could stop her?

However, Nichang stopped moving.

Her hands were hanging down and trembling.

"Nichang." Han Xu said, and Nichang was shocked.

She slowly pulled off her veil, revealing a pale but still beautiful face.

It was a kind of beauty that made people feel distressed.

"Master, I'm sorry."

"Why." Han Xu asked, "Am I not good to you?"

"Master is very good to Nichang. In this world, only Master is really good to Nichang."

"But you want to kill me?"

"Nichang is not." Nichang said incoherently, "Nichang's life is not her own, so, Nichang."

"In that case, do it." Han Xu put Qing'er down, and then walked step by step in front of Nishang. The two were only a fist apart.

Nishang could even clearly feel Han Xu's burning breath.

Han Xu raised his neck and closed his eyes.

A sharp dagger appeared in Nishang's hand. She only needed to gently swipe Han Xu's throat to complete the mission, then leave the royal city and let the birds fly in the sky.

Qing'er kept staring at Nishang's movements, and she decided that as long as Nishang really dared to take action, she would save Han Xu even if she risked her life.

Nishang's hand holding the dagger was slowly raised, a cold light shining on the blade.

However, the dagger did not slide towards Han Xu.

A look of determination suddenly appeared in Nishang's eyes, and she whispered: "The past few days living with the young master have been the happiest days of Nishang's life. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can still serve the young master."

After saying that, Nishang turned her wrist, held the dagger in her backhand, and thrust it directly into her heart.

Qing'er didn't expect that Nishang would choose to commit suicide. She was caught off guard, and even if she wasn't injured, there was no time to stop her.

But at this moment, a strong big hand grasped Nishang's wrist. No matter how hard Nishang tried, his hand could not move any further.

Just listen to Han Xu say: "Silly girl, all your actions tonight are beyond stupid."

"There is only one thing you said right, your life is not your own."

"Because your life is mine."