There was a stunned silence, and no one spoke for a moment.

The eyes of prostitutes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait suddenly shifted to Li Sansi.

From the moment the two men appeared, everyone's attention was subconsciously focused on the king.

He chose to ignore the ordinary-looking little follower who only had cultivation on the second floor.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak, everyone would have thought that King Xi came to the Qinhuai River alone with a sword to show off.

But what does it mean for this little follower to stand up now?

The silver medal master in his family was about to draw his sword and cause trouble, but he stopped him with words for no reason. Is it worthy? Is it appropriate? Do you have the most basic sense of master and servant?

I also call him Brother Leng. Isn’t this title a bit too pretentious? Where is the etiquette?

Some young masters who had heard about Leng Changkong's reputation as the King of Forces shook their fans and chuckled, "It's interesting. The best thing in Leng Changkong's life is his face, but now he is being criticized by his little follower in public. Ha, I'm afraid he feels that he is

Are you going to lose all your face?"

"What do you think will happen to this little follower? Will he be stabbed to death by Leng Changkong's sword? If you want to use the writer's silver medal to kill a humble follower, no one will care, right?"

"Just stab him to death. Such a person is the most worthless and worthless... It's best to stab him to death quickly and then have a fight with those two watchdogs earlier. I can't wait to see it."

It’s time for humans and dogs to fight…”

"You are so mean. You have a unique taste. Do you want to have some exciting activities in the Qinhuai River?"

"Everyone is the same, everyone is the same. Who hasn't been crazy when they were young? Can you guarantee that you haven't? Ah? Haha..."

"This...haha, that's right..."

The banter suddenly resumed, with a somewhat perverted exchange of experiences.

It can be regarded as a way of entertainment among these gentlemen, which can pass the lonely time of waiting for boredom.

Although the content discussed is similar, there are always some faint differences.

Someone observed for a long time and seemed to recognize who the little follower was. He couldn't help but said in surprise, "Wait a minute! That little follower looks very familiar! Hey, hey, hey! Do you know about the negotiation at Qianlong Peak? Go and watch.

Are you gone? It seems that the person negotiating with Lord Sword Master is this little follower, right? No, it should be said to be a small bronze medal! The person participating in the negotiation is a small bronze medal! What is it called? It seems that the surname is Li, so why think twice?"

"Qingyang Jun, are you too bored? You actually went to watch those boring negotiations. Wouldn't it be nice to come to the Qinhuai River to listen to music, drink and play with women if you have the time?"

"Well said! Regardless of whether he is a little follower or a little bronze medal, they are both despicable little characters, not worth mentioning!"

"That's right! Lord Qingyang, if I'm not talking about you, why do you still call Luo Wushuang, who killed a thousand swords, Master Sword Master? If he hadn't diverted the Qinhuai River with his sword and destroyed countless flower boats, would we be in this state now?

?”

"That's absolutely true! What kind of bullshit is that, Master Sword Master? It's okay if he doesn't play with women, but he actually fell into the Qinhuai River with his sword, which made half of the men in the Wei Dynasty have no fun, and the girls in the flower boats almost lost their jobs collectively. It's simply hateful

!”

"..."

Perhaps because he felt that the little follower really didn't have much to talk about, the topic quickly turned to the far away Juggernaut.

Most of them were mainly criticisms and denunciations. Occasionally, some young men who worshiped the sword master would stand up to refute, but they would always be suppressed by stronger voices.

The noise started again and became louder and louder. It spread in the wind on both sides of the bank and spread far away.

It can be regarded as the most unique piece of gossip since the opening of Qinhuaihe River.

But the two door gods were surprised when they saw the insignificant little follower standing up. They didn't say much, and secretly adjusted their breath, condensing the martial arts power in their bodies to their peak state, ready to take action at any time.

At the same time, he notified other masters in the flower boat with secret techniques to seek support as soon as possible.

According to their estimation, Leng Changkong should be able to teach his little follower a lesson very quickly, no more than the effort of a single sword strike.

After that, if they fight with all their strength and face the opponent's sixth-floor sword power, the two brothers should be able to hold on for a few sticks of incense.

But going forward, life or death will be unpredictable.

At this time, although the opponent's sword intent had silently declined, his killing intent had not decreased by half.

Everyone thought that what followed was a bloody scene of Leng Changkong drawing his sword and teaching his little follower a lesson.

But after waiting for a while, not only did the heavy sword not come out of its sheath, the anger and anger on Leng Changkong's face actually dissipated a lot.

What's going on?

The two door gods narrowed their eyes and looked at Leng Changkong with confusion in their eyes.

Prostitutes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait also noticed something was wrong and became quiet again.

His eyes returned to Li Sansi.

Seeing him smiling and looking calm, he showed no signs of panic that he was about to be punished by his silver medal master.

I couldn't help but be confused.

When he looked at Leng Changkong again, his face softened and his eyes were no longer sharp. When he looked at the little follower, he was not as angry and murderous as everyone imagined.

Instead, it feels a little more gentle and indifferent.

How is this possible?

The legendary forced king has lost face?

At the moment when everyone was in disbelief, Leng Changkong's voice suddenly sounded, giving everyone on both sides of the Qinhuai River a critical blow again, "Feng Qi, you are right, it is for my brother Meng Lang, I will just step back."

His voice was very soft and his tone was so gentle that it actually gave people the feeling of a little bird clinging to you.

After saying that, he actually retreated slowly, and behind Li Sansi.

The posture of standing with arms folded is not like a silver medal in the yamen of the writer, but more like a bodyguard behind Li Sansi.

The situation changed a bit too fast. Everyone was confused. Before they could sort out their thoughts, Li Sansi took a step forward again and asked with a smile, "You two, we are indeed here to handle the case. Isn't it really convenient?"

His tone was soft and slow, sounding like an ordinary question.

But it was so unusual to ask him in his capacity.

And for some reason, when these words fell into the ears of the two door gods and countless prostitutes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, they were more convincing and contagious than Leng Changkong's previous remarks.

It's impossible to feel any contempt at all.

It's strange, but it seems natural.

Is this young man who looks like a new recruit of the writer really just a follower behind Leng Changkong?

The two door gods were a little unpredictable, and they felt a little afraid for no reason.

What he said was more polite than when he was treating Leng Changkong, "It's not because we are deliberately making things difficult, it's because we have orders from above and we dare not disobey... Look around, so many people are still waiting,

It’s the same for everyone, there are no exceptions.”

Now that the words have come to this, even the king can't insist on anything anymore... He cursed in his heart, thinking that these two watchdogs really can't make the decision, otherwise they would never dare not give me face.

Next, either we must solve it by force, or we must go back to the Yamen and ask the Secretary General to come and help. Otherwise, we can just go back to where we came from.

King Bi frowned and pondered, thinking about what to say and how to do so that he would not feel so aggrieved and leave under the admiring eyes of millions of people, but he realized that the little brother Fengqi in front of him didn't seem to want to leave.

mean.

"Does Feng Qi have a way to sneak in?"

Leng Changkong concentrated, and his interest suddenly rose again.

He simply gave up thinking and prepared to send a message to ask Feng Qi what he was thinking.

But I found that the little brother's voice sounded first, "There will never be a lack of exceptions in this world. What is missing is the person who gives them exceptions."

There was an inscrutable charm in the calm voice.

The two door gods frowned deeper, "What do you mean?"

"That's what it means literally."

Li Sansi smiled, and suddenly he glanced towards the top pavilion of the flower boat. There was a faint sound of singing, constant shouting and laughter, and it was truly a paradise on earth that millions of people yearned for.

After a moment, he nuzzled at the flower boat and spoke again, bluntly, "There are people of mine on board this flower boat, so you'd better let me in."

As soon as he said these words, Leng Changkong, who was standing behind him, was the first to be stunned. He took a step forward, leaned close to his ear and reminded, "Feng Qi, your man must be Mr. Yang, right? He is on official business.

I'm afraid I won't have time to take us in! Stop pretending, or we can find a reason and withdraw!"

Li Sansi didn't explain when he heard this. He just waved his hand to signal him not to panic.

Countless prostitutes around saw the little move of forcing the king, and the dull atmosphere was suddenly swept away, and bursts of harsh ridicule came from the two sides of the Taiwan Strait again.

"Hey! This kid is so crazy! Are there people on the flower boat? What kind of dream is this? You have been pretending for so long, and you almost bluffed me!"

"That's right! What is this little beast pretending to be? I would have chopped him up long ago, so how could he be so arrogant in front of us? Isn't this Leng Changkong also a talent? In order to board the flower boat, he actually and himself

It’s really a bit embarrassing for the writer to act together with his little follower!”

"Let's see how they end up! If they make such a joke, I'm afraid they won't be able to come out and mess around in the future!"

"..."

The sound was heard, and every word was heartbreaking. Despite Leng Changkong's shamelessness, he felt a little embarrassed at this time.

All I could do was stand there, praying that little brother Fengqi could turn the tide as before, succeed in being a saint in front of others, and not live up to his reputation as the second-generation king.

At this time, the two door gods also found it a bit funny... They thought he was some ruthless character pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, but they didn't expect him to be what he saw on the surface. He was just a little guy who only knew how to brag and show off.

Why should such a person do so much talking to him?

Without any hesitation, the expressions of the two door gods instantly darkened, and then they spoke with a hint of sarcasm in their words, "Oh? There are people of yours in the flower boat? This is a rare thing! With all due respect, come on.

The people who listen to music and drink here are either rich or noble, or they are powerful people with advanced cultivation, but I have never heard of a low-class character like you! Haha, I didn’t ask for your name?”

After hearing this, Leng Changkong, who originally wanted to keep a low profile, couldn't help it on the spot... It's okay to look down on me! Anyway, I am thick-skinned.

But it’s absolutely not okay to look down on little brother Fengqi!

He was about to step forward to argue with him, but Li Sansi stopped him again.

The little bronze medal still smiled and was not angry. After a moment of silence, he said, "My name is Li Sansi. If you can, please bring my name into the flower boat, and my people will naturally come to pick me up."
Chapter completed!