Still feeling vaguely that something was wrong, he lifted his robe and sat at the table, recalling the scene again.

When he first entered the mourning hall and saw the elegiac couplet that read "But the beautiful woman passed away, leaving only the evil in the world", he said to Qu Huan: "For those who don't know, I thought that the leader of the Qu clan was also dead. I left only this king."

This evil is still in the world."

Then, Qu Huan turned around to face him, picked up the magical thing and wrote.

Before writing, he clearly saw that the object was black. Then Qu Huan took the tip of his right index finger and pressed it flat on the lower middle of the object. The object lit up, and then he started writing.

The scene of the fingertip of his right index finger being placed flat and pressing lightly overlapped with the scene in his mind of a woman's right index finger being placed flat and pressing the lock on her password toolbox.

His pupils shrank and he stood up suddenly.

Gong Qianmu, who was across the table, was startled.

It was rare to see this man like this, so Gong Qianmu asked: "What's wrong?"

"I will come back as soon as I go."

He didn't bother to say anything, he walked quickly to the door, opened the door with his big hand, and the sound of footsteps quickly faded away.

Gong Qianmu was left sitting there with her mouth bulging, looking puzzled.

She closed the book in her hand, sighed lowly, and leaned back on the chair behind her very tiredly.

It's been two days, why haven't they been exchanged yet?

Is the scale really ruined?

...

Zhong Li was wandering around the mansion in a depressed mood. When he saw Bu Fengli striding towards him with his hair flying, he immediately calmed down and greeted him: "Your Majesty."

"Ready your horse."

Zhong Li was startled: "Where are you going, Your Majesty?"

"Orange Blossom Gang." The man didn't stop.

Zhong Li was even more stunned. Seeing his anxious look, he didn't dare to delay. He took the order and ran away to prepare his horse.

But I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: Didn't the Orange Blossom Gang just come here not long ago? Why do they have to go again?

...

Beijing Orange Blossom Gang

In the side room, Qing Ning was lying on the rocking chair, rocking gently and comfortably.

I have just made arrangements for the note.

The Brotherhood of the Orange Blossom Gang passed it to Bu Fengli through the hands of some people, and ensured that Bu Fengli could not find the head of the Orange Blossom Gang.

Next, she will just eat and wait to die, and then wear her clothes back.

She also decided not to show her face anymore. The matter between Bu Fengli and Gong Qianmu was over. She didn't understand the affairs in the gang, so she just let the deputy gang leaders handle it.

Anyway, she had a reason, the poison in her body was getting worse.

Feeling a little confused in her heart, she took out her phone, unlocked it, and clicked on the two photos of Bu Fengli taken at the Fourth Prince's Mansion.

Sure enough, she has a good figure and good looks, and she is a poster whenever she takes a photo.

In the picture from the back, he is walking with his legs raised, the corners of his robe are fluttering, and his black hair is slightly blown by the wind. He is tall and tall, with a posture like a pine tree and a temperament like an orchid. Even though his face cannot be seen, he is already a chic and elegant person.

.

And looking back, this one is even more amazing.

The wind god is as beautiful as jade, as handsome as a crocodile, and with the pain of being hit, his eyebrows are slightly twisted, and there is an inexplicable feeling in his eyes that he doesn't know what happened, as well as the coldness that has not faded away, and the burning feeling that has not yet been burned.

A little bit of anger, in short, a very special expression.

It's also special... heartwarming.

She leaned there and kept looking at the photo, constantly zooming in with two fingers, zooming in again, restoring it again, and zooming in again.

Look at every detail carefully, even the nostrils.

Emma, ​​how come there is such a good-looking man?

Xiang Qing Ning, Xiang Qing Ning, today you have to admit that you are also a pretty dog.

Yeah, yeah, she wants to make this one a mobile phone wallpaper and lock screen.

While the rocking chair was rocking, she flexibly opened the settings with her fingertips. With one operation, she successfully set someone's looking back photo as the background wallpaper and lock screen.

But the next moment she realized what was wrong.

No, no, no.
Chapter completed!