A flash of light flashed across Fang Qing's indifferent eyes. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said softly: "No. The little girl described it well."
"Third Miss, I will push you to take a look over there. There is a bamboo garden over there, and there is a pavilion in the garden where you can rest for a while." Chunxiang smiled and pointed at the bamboo forest.
The light in Fang Qing's eyes sank into the deep pool, and she nodded calmly. "That's fine."
Seeing Fang Qing agree, Chunxiang smiled sweetly and pushed her wheelchair into the bamboo garden. There was a pavilion deep in the bamboo garden. Chunxiang was right.
However, when they arrived, someone was already there.
They were none other than the master and servant who met three times that day. At this moment, he was not wearing a cloak, and had that ordinary face, revealing a pair of deep and cold ice-blue eyes.
"Chunxiang." Fang Qing called in a low voice. No matter when or where, she didn't want to have anything to do with the man in front of her.
Chunxiang understood immediately and quickly changed the direction of her push. Unexpectedly, the man in white stopped them.
"Girls, wait a moment."
Fang Qing turned around and said calmly: "Sir, is there something wrong?"
"It's rare that we meet by chance. I wonder if the girl can appreciate the honor and play chess together. How about it?" The man in white invited Fang Qing towards the chessboard that had been set up.
Fang Qing's eyes moved slightly, and she said calmly: "I'm sorry, I'm just a girl from a mountain village, and I don't know how to play chess. You should hire someone with the same interest." She turned her head and ignored him.
"This is the second time that the girl has rejected me. Every time I see the girl, she always has an expression of rejection, which makes me very sad. Is there something that makes the girl misunderstood?" He said.
Stand up and come slowly, with a surging undercurrent that makes you feel quite stressed.
As he got closer, wow——
Chunxiang beside her couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
How could Chunxiang vomit blood? Fang Qing looked at Chunxiang and then at the man in white in front of her, her eyes suddenly darkened.
Sure enough, this person came to test her internal strength. But I'm afraid he will be disappointed. Fang Qing does not have what the ancients called internal strength. What she has learned is only the skill of killing people, and she knows nothing else.
Therefore, for her, his inner strength test, apart from the oncoming pressure, would not cause any harm to her.
Chunxiang, on the other hand——
Fang Qing was thinking in her mind, but Chunxiang suddenly burst out at this moment. "It's all this person's fault. He coughed up blood. He coughed up blood. It's fine now. It's all spread to the slave. Miss Third, let's get out of here quickly.
To avoid getting into bad luck, I will be unlucky for eight lifetimes to encounter something like this."
"You stinky girl, you are so presumptuous!" When Huo Gang saw that Chunxiang had insulted his master, he drew his sword in anger. When he saw his master's indifferent eyes, he immediately stepped aside silently and held back.
But Chunxiang was aggressive. "Did I say something wrong? When we meet you, nothing goes smoothly. Isn't it bad luck?"
Fang Qing looked at her angry look, and her eyes twitched slightly.
"Chunxiang, don't be rude."
"Miss Third——" Chunxiang wanted to say something else.
Huh? Fang Qing frowned slightly, and Chunxiang immediately fell silent.
"Young Master, this girl is rude, I hope you don't take it to heart. Also, you and I met by chance, so it's not a misunderstanding. You are worrying too much." She swept Chunxiang.
"Chunxiang, my legs are a little numb. Go back and give me a massage."
"Yes, Miss Third." Chunxiang turned around and stuck out her tongue angrily at the master and servant, then pushed the wheelchair and prepared to leave.
Two gusts of wind rushed towards Fang Qing.
Before she could react, two gusts of wind lifted her body into the air, swept her away, and placed her on the stone bench of the pavilion.
"Miss Third!" Chunxiang exclaimed, and she watched helplessly as Fang Qing was swept away by two gusts of wind, one red and one green.