"Mr. Shen," Xiao Qing called out somewhat cautiously, lowering her head shyly, not daring to raise her head to look at the man in front of her.
"You still call me Young Master Shen?" Shen Lang said pretending to be unhappy.
"Shen, Mr. Shen," Xiao Qing raised her head, glanced at Shen Lang, and then quickly lowered her head.
His face looked like the sky under the setting sun, with the sunset glow quietly climbing up the branches.
"That's right, don't worry, we will be together for the rest of our lives and no one can be separated," Shen Lang said with a smile.
"But can Lin Qiu let it go?" Xiao Qing said worriedly.
"After all, his father is the peak master of Taixiao Peak."
"I didn't let you come here before because I was afraid of causing a fight between the two peaks," Shen Lang said coldly.
"But I'm not afraid now, that guy was poisoned by my Huo Burning Sky poison.
After three months at most, the whole body will turn red and eventually die.
Especially during these three months, I will be in unbearable pain every day, as if my body has been roasted by fire, and I have no time to take care of you."
"What if this matter is discovered?" Xiao Qing said with some worry.
"Qing'er, you know and I know. If you don't tell, no one will know," Shen Lang shook his head slightly and gently embraced the woman in front of him.
"I know, Shen Lang, I won't tell you even if I die," Xiao Qing also hugged Shen Lang and pressed her face against his chest.
He said solemnly: "Xiao Qing is a prostitute, her life is like grass, not worth mentioning.
Now that I can win the love of Mr. Shen, I will follow Xu Qing to the end for the rest of my life."
Shen Lang smiled, turned his head and looked at the yellow-robed disciples behind him, and asked: "I asked Zhang Qian to tell that loser, why didn't he come to report to me?"
"This," the yellow-robed disciples next to him all hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Shen Lang frowned slightly and asked.
I saw a yellow-robed disciple shaking his head slightly, waving his right hand and saying, "Bring it with you."
Then I saw a young man in yellow robe being carried up on a stretcher.
Both of his legs were broken, and he was mumbling and unable to speak a word.
He looked dying and in great pain.
"Zhang Qian?" Shen Lang frowned and asked with an embarrassed look, "What's going on?"
The yellow-robed disciple next to him took out a piece of paper and said, "Brother, his tongue was cut off.
So I asked him to write down everything that happened on paper."
Shen Lang took the paper and looked at it for a few times. The knife in his hand was so sharp that he shattered the paper into powder.
"Brother, are you okay?" the person next to you asked cautiously.
"If Lin Qiu bullies me, we will fight to the death," Shen Lang said with a gloomy face.
The gloomy face is even more terrifying than the gloomy sky above.
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After Xu Zimo finished practicing, he just walked out of the small courtyard and saw Jiang Changsheng looking secretly and quietly watching outside.
"Since you're here, come in," Xu Zimo waved his hand and called him in.
The maid has already prepared breakfast and placed it in the pavilion in the courtyard.
"Senior brother, are you looking for me for something?" Jiang Changsheng asked tentatively.
"Could it be that you really covet my handsomeness?"
"You also know that senior brother is a playboy known to everyone," Xu Zimo waved his hand and said.
"As a dandy, if you don't have a bitch, wouldn't it be a failure?"
"Forgive me for being ignorant, junior brother, for not understanding what senior brother means," Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said.
"I want you to be my bitch, that's straightforward enough," Xu Zimo replied.
"A real man won't give up for three buckets of rice. Junior brother, I have been a wild and unrestrained lover of freedom all my life. How can I be inferior to others?" Jiang Changsheng slammed the table angrily and said sternly.
"Senior brother, please don't mention this matter again in the future. Junior brother will be unhappy."
"Really?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You can't even die," Jiang Changsheng looked straight in the eye and said calmly.
"Clang," there was a sound of drawing a sword, and a few strands of black hair fell gently.
"Wait a minute, junior brother, I changed my mind and thought about it. As the saying goes, a man can bend and shrink.
Thousand-mile horses often exist, but bole does not always exist.
The pearl is covered with dust, but if it encounters the famous Lord, it will be like a ray of light that breaks through the dawn."
Jiang Changsheng looked at Xu Zimo seriously and said: "Junior brother has been following him wholeheartedly since then.
The end of the world, mountains of swords and seas of fire, it is our duty to do so.”
While the two were talking, they saw a disciple running in from outside in a panic.
"Senior Brother Lin, the Peak Master asked you to come over," the disciple said panting.
"What's the matter?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It seems someone from Bixiao Peak has come to see you for something," the disciple replied.
"Go and have a look," Xu Zimo smiled.
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Following the disciple, Xu Zimo not only brought Jiang Changsheng, but also the two guards who guarded his courtyard.
On the way up the mountain, Xu Zimo looked at the two of them and asked, "What are your names?"
"Long Yi Dao, Long Er Dao," the two men quickly replied.
"This name is simple and crude," Xu Zimo smiled.
Walking up to the meeting hall on the top floor of Taixiao Peak, when Xu Zimo walked into the hall, he found that except for his father Lin Beisheng and several elders of Taixiao Peak.
There was also a young man in gold robe and an old man in gold robe standing next to him.
"Dad," Xu Zimo greeted.
"Qiu'er, you're here," Lin Beisheng smiled, waved his hand and said, "Father, I came here to ask you something."
"Dad, please tell me," Xu Zimo nodded.
"Have you seriously injured a disciple of Bixiao Peak?" Lin Beisheng asked.
"No, how did dad start talking about this?" Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"Lin Qiu, how dare you deny it," Shen Lang, the golden young man next to him, snorted coldly.
Said: "The evidence of the crime and the witnesses are all there. You must give an explanation for this matter."
"Who are you? When was it your turn to shout loudly on Taixiao Peak?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.
"Lang'er, please step aside first," the old man in gold robe next to him said with a smile and waved his hand.
I saw Zhang Qian being carried in on a stretcher.
The old man smiled and said: "Master Lin, do you still want to deny it?"
"What are you denying? I don't know," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
The golden-robed old man waved his hand and saw a piece of paper taken out from the ring.
He said: "This is Zhang Qian's testimony. Mr. Lin, do you want to see it?"
Xu Zimo glanced at the other party and asked, "I wonder what this elder's name is?"
"Bixiao Peak, Heqing." The old man said calmly.
"Okay, Elder Heqing, it makes no sense for you to speak like this," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"What Zhang Qian said cannot count. He said it was me who hit him, but did I do it? What if it was a frame-up?
I was assassinated a few days ago, and I also said that it was Elder Heqing who did it, but I wonder if I can take it seriously?"
"That's right," Jiang Changsheng next to him nodded and said quickly: "I think he must be jealous of our young master's handsomeness, so he framed him, nakedly framed him."
