"Mr. Liang, it's not like you don't know me, do you really need to interrogate me?" Ling Chuxi looked at Liang Zuwei with a smile and said.
"You...you...you are Ling Chuxi!" Liang Zuwei lowered his nostrils pointing to the sky and looked at Ling Chuxi. His eyes no longer had the blankness and confusion as before. His eyes were as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he was so scared that
trembling.
"Ah!" Then, Mr. Liang screamed as if he had just woken up from a dream, threw away the faucet and crutches, turned around and ran away, and his two old legs that were still wobbly and unsteady just now stepped on him again.
It swung so fast like a hot wheel that it was dazzling to see.
Ling Chuxi used to wonder why this old man could run away with a sword, so why did Fei throw away his legs and run? Now she understands that this old man can run very fast, really fast, definitely faster than using a sword.
Much more.
Although this is not the first time she has seen such a situation, Ling Chuxi is still a little depressed: Am I that scary? Yes, I really want to beat you up. I have thought about it a long time ago, but you run away every time.
So fast, I didn’t really succeed in beating him.
Liang Laogao ran faster than before this time, but he forgot one thing. This was not in the city, and the road was not flat. The mountain road was much more rugged and steep.
So, before he could get even thirty feet away, he heard a muffled thud and Liang Laogao fell headfirst.
A few big white teeth also popped out. At this time, Liang Zuwei's mouth was full of blood, his hair was disheveled and his face was covered with dirt, and he didn't look like a master at all.
Although she has always disliked this old man, especially every time she saw him pretending to be superior and shaking and dazzling with a dragon-headed crutch, Ling Chuxi had the urge to crush him, but no matter what,
, there was no deep hatred between the two parties, but Ling Chuxi still couldn't bear to see him scared like this.
Taking a few steps forward, Ling Chuxi wanted to help Liang Zuwei up.
"Ling Chuxi, do it, do it. I was kicked out of the Jing family because of you, and because you escaped from Xiuzhou City, I finally made a living in the Artifact Factory, and I was kicked out by you. By the way, at the beginning
When I was buying spiritual herbs, I also ruined a good thing by you. After much deliberation, I hid back to the Shenyuan Sect in order not to fall into your hands, but you still refused to let me go. Forget it, I won’t say it, you are not
Do you just want to deal with me? Do it!" Liang Zuwei raised his head, with blood mixed with mud on his face, and his eyes showed indescribable despair and sadness.
While talking, Mr. Liang was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, as if he was willing to be bullied.
Ling Chuxi broke into cold sweat and said: Okay, I admit, you have never had anything good happen to you since you met me, but it was all a coincidence. I never thought about doing anything to you, let alone
I am determined not to let it go. Coming to Shenyuan Sect today is purely a coincidence.
Okay, I admit that this is really a coincidence. Every once in a while, I can meet you, and every now and then, I can make you unlucky. It is such a coincidence that even I feel sad for you. But, even if you risk your life to die,
The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, so you don’t have to assume this posture. If you don’t know, what do you think I’m going to do to you?
Ling Chuxi admitted that when she saw the old man's pitiful appearance, she actually didn't want to beat him anymore, but when she saw him in this posture, she suddenly wanted to beat him again. This old man really owed it to him.