"You guys had a great time chatting!" Qing'er suddenly appeared. Seeing that the two guys were chatting so happily and didn't even start a fight, Qing'er raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Hey, where is the gang leader? I want to find her. I want to persuade her to leave here as soon as possible!" Guo Jing clenched his hands and couldn't stay any longer!
Now when he glances at it, it's steamed buns, when he opens his eyes, it's steamed buns...
Ah... there are so many steamed buns, steamed buns...
"If you want to leave so much, just leave by yourself!" Qingfeng suddenly appeared, holding a basin of water in his hand, glanced at Guo Jing, and went upstairs in displeasure.[
Guo Jing stared at the guy's back and cursed silently: It's all because of your young master that I have to eat steamed buns for so long. How annoying!
Qing'er felt a little headache when she saw them staring at each other.
No wonder the ladies don’t like to stay here. They quarrel and talk back every year, which is the biggest headache!
Suddenly, there was a "bang"!
Qingfeng rushed out and shouted: "Oh no, the young master is missing!!"
"What?" Qing'er frowned. His injury hasn't fully healed yet. Where can he go?
Guo Jing raised his eyebrows. That guy only had half his life left. Where else could he go?
"Don't worry, it must be nearby!" Han Qingjue raised his lips, he couldn't walk far with his injuries like this!
Qingfeng was extremely worried, gritted his teeth, and ran out the door. Fenghua was walking in. Seeing him running out in a hurry, he realized that something must have happened.
She turned back and asked Qing'er: "What happened?"
"The prince is missing!"
"Gone?" Fenghua frowned, turned around and chased after him.
Guo Jing sat on the table and sighed: "Oh, can't this guy settle down? It would be really troublesome if something happens!"
Under the big banyan tree, a figure stood there and punched the tree.
The wound behind him was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.
Gritting his teeth, when he was punching him for the second time, his fist was caught
"What are you doing!" Fenghua stared at him with cold eyes.
Yelujun glanced at her, his expression full of anger and sadness: "Why can't I gather my inner strength..."