"You said that your clan is inherited from blood, and I believe it."

On the Luoyueqintai, in Yaoqin's boudoir, Chen Qiu sat on a flower stool. He said to Yaoqin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with a look of shock:

"But, can you win trust in others?"

"this..."

Yaoqin talked to a man about such a private matter for the first time, and Chen Qiu's slightly overreached behavior made her lower her head.

She touched her shoulders, her cheeks were red, like a mosquito sound, and said:

“Something is just in private.”

"That's good."

Chen Qiu nodded, he thought for a few breaths, and then asked again:

"I have also heard about your aunt. She and your mother were both quickly weak after giving birth and died young in less than a few years.

Is this some kind of curse?”

"It's because they are too far from the Holy Fire."

Yaoqin sighed, and hearing the news about her aunt made her mood rise a little.

She explained:

"My mother also told her father about her origin. She had made up her mind to prevent her mother from nurturing offspring, so as to avoid excessive loss of energy in her body.

But my mother insisted on giving birth to me.

She said that she has lived in the Holy Volcano since she was a child, and everyone stayed away from her, just like living in another ruthless world.

Treat serving the Holy Fire as a mission.

The body is burned to the holy fire and regarded as the end of life.

She has never had any experience in contact with outsiders, nor has she treated her like her father so gentle and sincerely.

I am the result of my father’s love and my mother.

But it was also me who drew my mother's energy and ended up killing her. She could have loved her until she was old.

After my mother passed away, my father was overly worried and followed my mother two years later.”

She raised her head, looked at Chen Qiu, and said in a sad tone:

"I am a person with bad luck from heaven. Chen Qiu, staying by my side, no one who cares about me will end up with good consequences.

I am like a lonely star in Tiansha.

Maybe...

Perhaps what the Fan family guardian told me was God’s warning, and it was a good thing to let Qingqing leave me and let you leave me. She and you can live their own lives well."

Yaoqin's words reminded Chen Qiu of the last person who claimed to be the Lone Star of Tiansha.

The master of the village is unfair and is born with the seven killings. Zhang Moye desperately said that he is the man of Tiansha Lone Star.

He said coldly:

"Do you know, the last person who said this has suffered for fourteen years.

For fourteen years, things have changed, but he himself still lives in the sad memories of hell on earth, just like a cage, and cannot be free.

You want to be like him, too?"

Chen Qiu shook his arm and said to Yaoqin:

"That person's thoughts are exactly the same as yours, and he is unwilling to let his bad luck involve his son. Even if he comes to him, he still has to push him away with his heart.

He was dead at this time.

But Chen believed that the greatest blessing when he died was that he could recognize his parents and children and be accompanied by sincere brothers.

This is a long way to the underworld.

He had no complaints in his heart.

Whether Qingqing wants to leave you or abandon you is her final decision, not your final decision.

You say this to Qingqing.

See how she will react?”

Chen Qiu flicked his fingers, causing a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and he said to Yaoqin:

"I treat Qingqing as my biological sister. If I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable, I will tell her about you and let her make a decision.

In addition, Qingqing must come tomorrow!

You can't refuse!

I have to let her see the traces of inheritance on you. She is also close friends with the daughter of your aunt, and should be able to confirm it.

If things are as I expected, as I said just now, there may be a turning point in this matter."

Chen Qiu retreated to the window, thinking about the matter between Heluo Gang, Lei Ye, Lang Seng, and Lei Shiyin, and said to Yaoqin:

"Tomorrow morning, drive out all the irrelevant people and leave a door for me and Qingqing."

This is a bit weird.

Especially when two men and women of similar age, such conversations always seem to be related to some things that the masses like.

But at this moment, no matter Chen Qiu or Yaoqin, there are no beautiful thoughts in my heart.

Watching Chen Qiu push open the door and step into the darkness, Yaoqin, who was standing behind the window, held her hands tightly with some concern.

She thought that after she told the truth, Chen Qiu, who had never been fussy, would immediately move away from her broom star like others.

But now, she seemed to have misread Chen Qiu.

Thinking of Qingqing secretly telling her before that Chen Qiu had secretly liked her, this made Yaoqin feel indescribable.

It made her cheeks blush again.

He hurriedly threw the thought in his mind out of his mind, took a deep breath, sat on the chair, gently plucked the strings, but after a sound of the piano, he reached out to cover the strings and vibrated.

Forget it, it's already late at night.

Don’t play the piano now, and then make others rest.

On the other side, Chen Qiu left the Zen Temple at night and headed towards Suzhou City.

The city gate was locked at night.

But the city walls are so high that they can't stop Chen Qiu.

He first went to the Beggars' Gang's headquarters, behind the City God Temple on the edge of Suzhou City, and found Beggar Song.

"Uncle Song, coming late at night is helpless, but there is something important to say."

Outside the Chenghuang Temple, Chen Qiu was at the entrance of the alley and told Beggar Song about the matter about the Qintai today.

The latter is still the original beggar's outfit. Fortunately, Suzhou is in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is not too cold even in winter. Beggar Song wears this torn jacket to protect the warmth.

He is not unhelpful either.

Qingqing repeatedly wanted to give him good clothes, but Beggar Song just didn't want it.

He said that beggars cannot wear good clothes, he is the head of the Suzhou Beggars' Sect and should set an example.

At this time, Beggar Song was in amazement and suspicious, pinched his scattered beard and said to Chen Qiu:

“This is really strange.

This Suzhou City has been very quiet since the battle nine months ago, especially the people in the Demon Sect, who were even more deadly and ran away, and no newcomers have been seen coming.

Today, someone from the Holy Fire Cult suddenly appeared. You come and ask me, and I have no secret information to you.

But if it is a matter related to the Demon Cult, Xiao Qiuer, you'd better take a trip to the Hidden Tower."

Beggar Song was a little worried, so he reminded him with sincerity:

"Although we beggars have a large number of people, their level is still too low. Even if we have a magic sect with superb skills, most beggars will not be able to find out if they want to do things in Suzhou.

I don't know why you got involved in the Holy Fire Sect.

But a few days ago, the Huashan Sect was destroyed, and it was these Western Regions murderers who did it.

Calculate the time, this wave of people in Suzhou probably destroyed the evildoers in the Huashan Sect. If you kill them, you can avenge the Huashan Sect.

This is a real chivalrous move.

However, these demons in the Demon Sect are very fierce, especially the Holy Fire Sect, who holds the most revenge. Xiao Qiuer, you must pay more attention to it in the future and be careful and safe.

In addition, I want to tell you a secret thing.”

Beggar Song looked around and lowered his voice and said to Chen Qiu:

"A few days ago, the Yanjing Beggars' Sect sent a message here.

The Northern Dynasties have been in various channels, and Xuan Hong has wanted you and Xiao Tie. It is said that the Black Guard has sent secret spies to Jiangnan, as if they have the idea of ​​joining the Southern Dynasties to pursue them together.

You also know that there are so many cartilage in our Southern Dynasty court. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Um."

Chen Qiu nodded.

He knew that Beggar Song was reminding him that he should be careful when he was in the Southern Dynasty's borders in the future.

Although the Southern Dynasty was weak, there were also masters in the court.

"Our province, thank you for your concern. This time I came here, it was not just for the Demon Cult. I also want to ask Uncle Song to ask Luoyang to see if there are any people from the Holy Fire Cult appearing there recently."

"Why is this?"
To be continued...