Qingqing still had many questions to ask Di Tian, but at this moment, watching him concentrate on writing and splashing ink, she knew that her questions were in vain.
This is always the case when Di Tian paints, as if the whole world has nothing to do with him and only he and his paintings exist in this universe.
Qingqing sighed softly and decided to give herself some time to digest what Di Tian said before.
Those words were like a huge stone, weighing on her heart and making her breathless.
The City Lord's Mansion is a huge building complex with countless courtyards, corridors, pavilions and pavilions intertwined together, like a maze.
Qingqing was arranged to live in a very remote small courtyard.
Although the yard is small, it is very delicately arranged, obviously carefully designed.
There is an osmanthus tree in the courtyard. I don’t know what magical means were used to make the osmanthus still bloom in this season. The tree is full of flowers and the fragrance is overflowing.
There was a stone table and several stone benches under the tree. Qingqing sat on the stone bench, holding her chin in her hands, staring at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in a daze.
Her thoughts were as messy as the branches and leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
Di Tian's words echoed in her mind, making her feel inexplicably irritated.
She didn't know whether she should trust Di Tian, let alone what kind of person Di Tian was.
Sometimes he is as gentle as water, sometimes as cold as ice, sometimes mysterious and sometimes frank.
Such a person makes Qingqing feel both curious and scared.
She knew Di Tian was in danger.
The aura emanating from him and the various signs he showed made Qingqing feel intensely uneasy.
But she couldn't resist Di Tian's mystery, and couldn't help but want to get close to him and get to know him.
What makes Qingqing even more uneasy is the relationship between Di Tian, Long Fanhui and Gong She.
Although Di Tian didn't say it clearly, Qingqing could feel that there must be some kind of ulterior deal between them.
Thinking of this, Qingqing couldn't help but shudder.
She didn't know where this vortex would take her, or whether she could escape from it.
But she knows one thing, that is, she must not sit still and wait for death. She must find a way to contact Zhao Rang and tell him what Di Tian said so that he can be prepared.
Only in this way can she win favorable opportunities for herself, Zhao Rang, the Investigation Department, and even the entire Northland.
Although she thought so, Qingqing still had a headache.
She didn't know how she ended up in this predicament.
I don’t know what Di Tian’s specific purpose is, but I can only obey it.
Qingqing took a deep breath and put her mind aside.
In this huge chess game, she was playing the role of a pawn, and she could no longer escape.
Thinking of this, Qingqing stood up and prepared to leave the small courtyard and have a good talk with Di Tiankai.
However, at this moment, she suddenly heard a rush of footsteps.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and louder, running towards her direction.
Qingqing's heartbeat accelerated instantly, but her eyes became calmer.
It is useless to panic at this time. Only by staying calm can you deal with the next changes.
In the darkness, three figures approached quickly like ghosts.
The aura on their bodies was cold and dangerous, and they were obviously coming from bad intentions.
There was a soft "whoosh" sound, and the soft sword on Qingqing's waist seemed to sense the owner's fighting intention, and it took the initiative to unsheath it!
The sword light drew an elegant arc in the air, as agile as flowing water.
At the same time, Qingqing's palms also turned, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the palms of his hands.
Three black shadows attacked in a glyph shape. They cooperated tacitly and attacked fiercely.
Two of them attacked Qingqing's left and right sides respectively, trying to distract her attention, while the third took the opportunity to go straight to her throat.
Qingqing's eyes flashed, and her figure was fluttering like the wind.
The soft sword in her hand seemed to become a part of her body, flexible and agile.
The tip of the sword traced mysterious trajectories in the air.
Every flash of the sword's light points accurately to the opponent's vital points.
Her palm skills were also pushed to the extreme by her.
A flick of the left palm brought up a strong wind and forced it towards the chest of the enemy on the left.
The right palm suddenly shot out, and the thunderous force made half of the city lord's palace tremble.
Facing Qingqing's fierce offensive, the three shadow men had to deal with it with all their strength.
Their figures were erratic, and their hands were either claws, palms, or sword fingers, constantly changing their moves and positions.
The branches and leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree swayed during their fight, and the stone tables and benches were constantly displaced and rolled by their strong wind.
The entire small courtyard was filled with strong winds and sword energy.
Although these three shadow men are extremely powerful, Qingqing is even better.
Her soft sword and palm skills work together to form an airtight net.
Every flash of sword light and every whistle of palm wind make the enemy feel terrified!
Gradually, the three shadow men showed signs of defeat... Their offensive became increasingly weaker and more difficult, while Qingqing became more courageous as he fought.
She felt as if she had entered a magical realm. Every time she drew her sword or used her palms, she could do whatever she wanted with her arms.
Suddenly, Qingqing shouted loudly, and the soft sword in his hand pierced the heart of one of the shadow men like a snake spitting a message.
The shadow man was frightened. He tried his best to dodge, but it was too late.
There was only a soft "pop" sound, and the soft sword had pierced his chest, and the blood instantly dyed his clothes red.
He fell to the ground slumped, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear.
The other two shadow men were shocked when they saw this and wanted to retreat. But how could Qingqing let them go?
With a movement of his body, he blocked their retreat.
The two shadow men looked at each other and knew that it would be difficult to be kind today, so they tried their best to attack Qingqing.
At this time, Qingqing was already unstoppable.
Her figure was fluttering like the wind, and the soft sword in her hand was like a long silver dragon, flying and leaping in the night sky.
Every flash of sword light took away the life of an enemy.
After a while, the two shadow men also fell under her sword.
The petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree were scattered on the ground, but Qingqing had no time to care about them.
She walked over to the fallen shadow men and checked their identities.
Just when he bent down to take off the black masks on their faces, he suddenly felt a wave of weakness and fell down uncontrollably...
At the moment when she lost consciousness, Qingqing used her last strength to support her body.
Her vision began to blur, but she still tried hard to see clearly.
The three shadow men have all fallen to the ground, but her current situation is not optimistic either.
However, she could not move at this moment and could only lie on the ground and let the cold wind blow against her body...
Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment.
Qingqing's thoughts began to drift away. She thought of Di Tian's mysterious smile, the words he said before, and the helplessness and struggle that she had been trapped in this huge whirlpool since Changchun Garden...
She didn't know if she could survive this, but she knew she couldn't fall down so easily.
Just then, a rush of footsteps sounded again.
Qingqing's heart tightened.
She knew that she was now unable to deal with the new enemy.
However, when that figure appeared in her sight, she breathed a sigh of relief...
The person who came was not an enemy, but the city lord Di Tian.
Di Tian was painting in the study when he suddenly sensed the movement in Qingqing's yard and immediately dropped his paintbrush and hurried over.
When he saw Qing Qing lying on the ground and three shadow men lying around, his expression instantly turned gloomy.
He did not expect that such a thing would happen in his own city lord's mansion, nor did he expect that Qing Qing would be attacked.
Di Tian quickly walked to Qingqing, helped her body up, and put his hand on Qingqing's pulse to explore her injuries.
Qingqing's pulse was weak and disordered, and he was obviously seriously injured.
Di Tian quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, fed it into Qingqing's mouth, then put his palm on Qingqing's back, using his strength to help her dissolve the potion and repair her injuries.
After burning the incense, Qingqing's complexion gradually returned to rosy, and her breathing became steady.
Di Tian breathed a sigh of relief.
He ordered the maid to send Qingqing into the room to rest, while he stayed to deal with the aftermath of the scene.
When Di Tian saw the faces of the three shadow men clearly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
These three people are no strangers to him. They are all members of the Dragon Sail Club. One of them even showed up at the reception he held the day before yesterday.
Di Tian knew the strength and methods of Longfanhui very well, but now these three people died in his own city lord's palace, and they were killed by Qingqing. This made Di Tian feel that he was also trapped in something. In some kind of vortex...
But now is not the time to dwell on this.
Di Tian flipped his palm over and struck out with a light palm, hitting the Tianling Caps of the three shadow men respectively.
Just hearing three soft "puff puff" sounds, the three shadow men were already dead.
In order to prevent them from leaving any behind-the-scenes clues after their death, they simply wiped them out completely.
After dealing with it, Di Tian returned to the house and felt very guilty when he saw Qing Qing still unconscious.
After waiting quietly by Qingqing's side for an unknown amount of time, Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
When she saw Di Tian sitting next to her, she felt inexplicably wary, but she still wanted to get up and thank Di Tian.
However, as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but groan.
Upon seeing this, Di Tian quickly pressed her shoulders and said:
"Don't move around yet, you still need to have a good rest."
Qingqing had no choice but to lie back after hearing this, but her eyes deliberately avoided Di Tian's face and said thank you.
She didn't know how she should face Di Tian.
In front of this man, she always felt an inexplicable pressure and uneasiness.
Di Tian smiled slightly and said:
"You're welcome. You are my guest in my mansion. I am responsible for the safety of my guests, so it's my turn to apologize to you."
As he spoke, he paused and continued:
"I have sent someone to ask for a doctor. Someone will come to treat you soon."
Qingqing nodded without saying anything. She could feel that Di Tian's care for her at this moment was sincere, but such sincerity made Di Tian more dangerous and elusive in her heart.
Di Tian saw Qingqing silent and didn't say anything more.
He knew that Qingqing must have many questions and thoughts in her heart at this moment, but he was in no hurry to explain or defend anything.
Some things take time to digest and understand.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the osmanthus tree outside the window.
The scent of osmanthus mixed with the coolness of the night made him feel slightly calmer.
He turned back, looked at Qingqing, and said slowly:
"I know you have a lot of doubts and distrust towards me now, but I hope you can give me a chance to prove my sincerity."
Hearing this, Qingqing raised her head and looked at Di Tian, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.
She didn't know how to answer Di Tian's words, because she was indeed full of doubts and distrust of Di Tian.
But she also knew that her current situation required Di Tian's help and protection.
There was a knock on the door.
Di Tian frowned, walked to the door, opened the door and saw a maid and a doctor rushing over.
Di Tian got out of the way and let the doctor come in to diagnose and treat Qingqing.
The doctor carefully checked Qingqing's injuries and pulse, then wrote a prescription and told the maid to prepare the medicine and prepare the medicine accordingly.
Di Tian looked at the doctor's busy figure and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In this world, everyone has their own role and mission. Neither he nor Qingqing can escape his own destiny and responsibility.
He turned around, looked at Qingqing, and found that she was looking at him.
The two people's eyes met in the air, as if there was an invisible force tugging on their heartstrings.
Qingqing nodded to him, expressing her trust in Di Tian.
Di Tian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qingqing's response.
The night was dark, but the city lord's mansion was brightly lit.
The people from Longfan Club arrived faster than expected!
The group of people rushed directly to the gate of the city lord's mansion, and the leader was even more imposing.
"City Master Di, our Longfan Society people lost their lives in your house, you have to give us an explanation, right?"
A middle-aged man at the head said coldly, his eyes revealing a bit of sinisterness and cruelty.
After hearing this, Di Tian walked out of the mansion calmly and looked at the group of uninvited guests in front of him.
He still had that gentle smile on his face, but there was an imperceptible coldness flashing in his eyes.
"People from the Longfan Society lost their lives in my house? Where do you start talking about this?"
Di Tian asked calmly, as if he didn't know anything about it.
"City Master Di, people in the open don't tell secrets. It's an ironclad fact that our people were killed in your house. And we have found out that the murderer is from the first floor of the Investigation Department!"
The middle-aged man said in an aggressive tone.
They have learned Qingqing's identity and know that she is hiding in the city lord's mansion at the moment.
This time they came, seemingly to seek justice for their dead companions, but in fact they wanted to take the opportunity to test Di Tian's attitude.
After all, the relationship between the Longfan Society and the City Lord's Mansion has been somewhat delicate recently.
When Di Tian heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
He didn't expect that the people from Longfan Society would find out Qingqing's identity so quickly, and they would even dare to come directly to ask for her help.
He sneered, looked at the middle-aged man and said:
"You said that the person from the Investigation Department is the murderer and he is still in my house. Is there any evidence?"
"Evidence? Our people saw her killing our companions with our own eyes. What more evidence is needed?"
The middle-aged man said angrily.
"Then where is the person who dares to ask you now? Can he come out and confront him?"
Di Tian asked calmly.
When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression changed slightly.
None of them saw Qingqing killing people, they just said it casually, and they didn't want to break up with the City Lord's Mansion so quickly.
The middle-aged man finally suppressed the anger in his heart and said:
"City Master Di, our people are dead and cannot come out for confrontation. But we can be sure that the girl from the first floor of the Investigation Department is the murderer! We hope you can hand her over and let us take her back for questioning. .”
When Di Tian heard this, he laughed, looked at the middle-aged man and said:
"You come to me for help when your people are dead? What's the point? Besides, Miss Qingqing is a guest of my city lord's mansion. Why should I hand her over to you? Who do you think you are? You can do whatever you want with me. The city lord's mansion is acting wild?!"
As soon as Di Tian finished speaking, the soldiers behind him also drew their weapons one after another, in a tense posture.
They had long been dissatisfied with the people of Longfan Club, and when they saw Di Tian speak, they naturally stood up unceremoniously.
When the middle-aged man saw this, his face darkened and he said:
"City Lord Di, since you are so ignorant of praise, don't blame us for being rude!"
After saying that, he waved his hand, and people behind him rushed up, trying to force their way into the house and arrest people.
I saw Di Tian's figure move.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of screams sounded.
Several members of the Dragon Sail Club who were at the front fell to the ground one after another.
The clothes on their chests were all destroyed, leaving neat palm prints on all of them, which were obviously injured by Di Tian's palm force.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he was shocked.
He knew that Di Tian's martial arts cultivation was very strong, but he didn't expect that it had reached such an extent that he, a martial arts cultivator who had reached the fourth level, couldn't even see how he took action!
The middle-aged man swallowed, looked at Di Tian and said:
"City Master Di, you...are you really going to make an enemy of our Longfan Society for someone from the first floor of the Investigation Department?"
Di Tian looked at him coldly and said:
"I've just said it! Miss Qingqing is my guest, so I have the responsibility to protect her safety! If your Longfan Club continues to make trouble, don't blame me for killing her!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man knew that it was impossible to take Qingqing away tonight, and there was no point in continuing to cause trouble...
So he could only give Di Tian a fierce look and said:
"City Lord Di, take care of yourself! You know our methods! This matter will never let go!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the door of the City Lord's Mansion with his men.
The people of the Longfan Society would not give up. This was something Di Tian expected.
He could only shake his head helplessly, put these chaotic thoughts behind, and silently returned to his study.
