When Mu Feng heard a cold voice coming from the door, his handsome eyebrows suddenly became depressed.
Zhang Shaoliang did not open the door, but just stood at the door. He heard most of the conversation between Mu Feng and Lian'er. In any case, he was very pleased that Lian'er trusted him and refused to leave Mu Feng.
Mu Feng walked forward, opened the door, bowed deeply to the man with a little casual and lazy expression at the door, and said, "See the master of the door."
Zhang Shaoliang looked at him steadily, then moved his eyes to Lian'er who was slowly walking to the door. Lian'er pursed her lips tightly, lowered her head and stood aside, and said softly: "See the master of the sect."
"You go back." Zhang Shaoliang said.
"Uh?" Lian'er suddenly raised her head and looked at him in confusion.
"Oh, I didn't tell you, go in and sleep, it's cool outside." Zhang Shaoliang pushed him into the room, and then said calmly to Mu Feng: "Don't worry, at this time tomorrow, Lian'er will definitely be the first time.
I will return to my own home, so you can go back today. If you are unwilling to give up, you can try to take Lian'er away from me."
Mu Feng turned his face slightly, and his slender and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under the frosty moonlight. Lian'er couldn't see his expression clearly, but just shook his head at him invisibly.
First, Lian'er really doesn't want to leave, secondly, he doesn't want Mu Feng to have a conflict with Zhang Shaoliang. After all, the sect leader is the sect leader, and his skills are definitely no worse than him. If he really starts, he will definitely suffer a loss.
It's Mu Feng.
"Yes, the sect leader."
After a while, Mu Feng finally nodded slightly, agreeing, but before Zhang Shaoliang could say something, he turned around and jumped into the night quickly, and his figure quickly disappeared from their sight.
"Tsk, what a serious guy. OK, Lian'er, don't worry, rest, no one will disturb you."
As he said that, Zhang Shaoliang also yawned and turned around and walked back.
"The Master of the Sect..."
Before he could take a few steps, Lian'er's voice sounded faintly behind him.
Zhang Shaoliang suddenly paused, stopped, and looked back at him: "What's the matter? Uh... you are not afraid of sleeping alone, are you? However, so many people have died in the palace for generations, and the yin energy is so heavy, yes
It's quite creepy, huh...it's creepy when you think about it."
Looking at Zhang Shaoliang's terrifying look, Lian'er's clean cheeks were a little surprised. Before he saw Zhang Shaoliang, he always thought that the leader of the Intelligence Sect was the kind of powerful and dark, invincible and omnipotent.
People never thought about it, but they were the guy in front of them who was obviously afraid, so they thought of others like him.
"No, I want to say... Please don't mind Brother Mu, he wasn't like this in the past..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shaoliang was slightly stunned. Looking at Lian'er's somewhat nervous look, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Do I look like such a stingy person? I don't mind at all, really."
What Zhang Shaoliang said is the truth. Who can still not have a temper? For the intelligence sect, a good temper may not necessarily be able to do things well. What the intelligence sect needs is loyalty, benevolence, righteousness, and ability. That's enough. Who
Do you care whether you have a good temper or not?
When Zhang Shaoliang came back from Lian'er, he was already yawning. He was about to tell Black Panther that he would keep him. When he went to his place to make do with him for a night, he saw Black Panther standing under the eaves with a dull face, like an ice sculpture.