Qin Xiaoyao?

Assessment?

Li Sansi looked at the black fog dissipated in front of him, revealing his handsome face that was not inferior to him and had a bit more masculine taste, and fell into a state of confusion.

Is everything that happened before fake?

Or, are they all acting?

He slowly turned his head and looked at the other side of the grave... Damn!

Leng Changkong, who was originally nailed to the grave by a bone sword, stood up at some point. He stood with his hands on his sword, raised his head slightly, and took his usual master posture.

The black samurai suit fluttered in the wind, looking chic and casual.

Judging from this pussy, how could there be any sign of injury?

Seeing Li San coming, he looked at him calmly, nodded slightly, and showed an extremely gentle smile.

Beside him, Su Xian, a Qingyi, stood calmly and solemnly. The bone sword in his hand turned into a long black pen, holding it calmly, like a Confucian scholar.

His black hair no longer covered his face, but was tied up by a thin grass that he picked from somewhere. His eyes were filled with stars, his expression was calm, and he was so handsome.

Li Sansi's face was dull.

He pointed to Su Xian and Leng Changkong beside the grave, "You guys come together to play with me?"

Qin Xiaoyao, wrapped in black robe, shook his head calmly, "It's all my ideas. Su Xian knows it and cooperates with the whole process. But Leng Changkong didn't know my plan before. Of course, it's not ruled out that he could understand it midway."

So, Qin Xiaoyao is the director, Su Xian is the protagonist, Leng Changkong is the supporting actor, he is an audience who is unaware of it and is forced to go to the stage to interact?... Li Sansi scolded in his heart.

"Is this moon fake?"

Li Sansi pointed to the cold moon in the sky, then looked at the mass graves in the dark, "Are these graves fake?"

"It's all illusions."

Qin Xiaoyao waved his hand and fiddled with the darkness in front of him, as if he was pulling a curtain.

Li Sansi suddenly felt an invisible dark curtain in front of him was lifted up, the cold moon fell, and the darkness disappeared. When he looked up, he saw that the scorching sun was beautiful, red light was everywhere in the sky, and warm colors hit his heart, feeling anew.

Looking around, the deadly mass grave has disappeared.

It was still the deep mountain, or the path. Leng Changkong and Su Xian strode from among the winding paths. When they reached Li Sansi's side, they patted Li Sansi's shoulders one left and one right a few times, looking extremely enthusiastic.

Leng Changkong immediately left his hand after patting, but Su Xian still put his shoulder on his shoulder and made small gestures of caressing.

Li Sansi didn't take it seriously.

"Although the Bailumen case made you famous, my colleagues still disagree with you. After all, that case may be difficult to ordinary people, but it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the writer."

Su Xian spoke, his voice frivolous and scattered, "If Changkong had not begged Chief of Director of the World every day to give you another chance, I am afraid that you will never be able to join the writer in your life, and you and I will never be able to meet each other... Speaking of which, I would like to thank him."

There was a bit of ambiguousness in his tone.

Could this guy be a gay guy?...Li Sansi glanced at Su Xian and immediately lowered his head.

A chill in my heart.

The ambiguous look in the other person's eyes was too naked.

Leng Changkong frowned, "What are you thanking me?"

"Of course, thank you for sending a man who values ​​love and friendship to the writer."

Su Xian stared at Li Sansi and smiled and said, "From now on, you will be mine."

Li Sansi looked frightened and subconsciously looked at Leng Changkong.

"Su Xian! He is with me."

Leng Changkong reminded him.

He was alert in his tone.

"You and I have been partners for many years. Isn't it equivalent to following me when I am with you?"

Su Xian pinched Li Sansi's shoulder, "I'm a little thinner, but after a little training, a little training, there should be a future."

"I advise you to respect yourself!"

Leng Changkong raised the sword, his expression no longer calm.

After working together for many years, he knew that Su Xian did have some unknown little habits. If Li Sansi followed him, it would be difficult to bear it!

Su Xian put away his smile, and the long black pen in his hand was spread out.

He sneered, "What? I still want to fight?"

Acting has a tendency to evolve into actual combat.

Beat this pervert to death!... Li Sansi slandered his heart and pretended to advise: "It's all your own people, don't hurt your kindness, who else should you follow?"

"Stop fighting!"

A majestic voice suddenly sounded... Qin Xiaoyao, who had been silent for a long time, immediately calmed down the place.

Leng Changkong stayed in his sword... He believed that the Chief Secretary would make a fair judgment.

Su Xian put away the long pen and moved his hand away from Li Sansi's shoulder.

But my eyes are still so ambiguous... Director Director should understand my thoughts.

Qin Xiaoyao stared at Li Sansi, suddenly raised his head and said, "He and me."

After a word was spoken, the audience was stunned.

It's so shameless!

Leng Changkong took a deep breath, "Shameless Qin Xiaoyao, you are the director!"

Su Xian darkened his face, "Despicable Qin Xiaoyao, you are not a son!"

"Who has an opinion?"

Qin Xiaoyao glanced at the audience and spoke calmly: "You can bring it up and take a look."

Leng Changkong and Su Xian looked at each other and shook their heads silently.

The officialdom is changing, and they often need to make compromises.

Especially in front of your immediate boss.

This is a necessary concession.

Qin Xiaoyao nodded with satisfaction, "Very good... Today's assessment, thank you for your hard work, and each of you will receive thirty taels of silver labor fees when you go back."

After sending the two of them at will, his eyes fell on Li Sansi again, "Do you have any questions?"

"have!"

"ask!"

"I'm already a writer?"

"nonsense!"

"Just because I didn't kill Leng Changkong?"

"That's right!"

Qin Xiaoyao looked at Li Sansi very seriously: "The true concept of the writer is never to solve a case, but to solve a case or perform a task, no matter what happens, he will never abandon his colleagues... Sharing life and death, if you do it, you will be my brother."

"I, Qin, cannot guarantee that everyone in the yamen of the writers are all geniuses of detectives, or all martial arts masters, but I can guarantee that they are all true men with affection and righteousness!"

He looked focused, and at the end he was a little excited.

Su Xian interrupted: "So the brothers in our pen-written yamen are famous for loving each other."

Falling in love?...Li Sansi laughed twice, "Who almost started fighting just now?"

Leng Changkong was deeply infected and couldn't help but agree, "Our writer's yamen is also famous for protecting his shortcomings in the Criminal Prison Department... Fengqi, you no longer have to worry about being bullied when you go out. Everything will be with our Director Qin for you."

"Hmm~?"

Qin Xiaoyao glanced at Leng Changkong with a puzzled expression.

"Really?"

Li Sansi looked at Qin Xiaoyao with an excited face... What he lacked now is a backer!

"Yeah~!"

Qin Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze and nodded calmly, "The writer is not afraid of trouble, but remember, we don't cause trouble."

The first sentence is strength, and the next sentence is advice.

Li Sansi blinked, "What if someone messed with us?"

Qin Xiaoyao stopped talking.

After a moment of silence, he stared at Li Sansi, "You won't cause any trouble, right?"

It was indeed an old fox... Li Sansi shook his head, "It's a trouble for me, but for you, it's not worth mentioning."
To be continued...