Suning walked very slowly. With every step he took, he was thinking deeply about how to save Tang Jingyue from Wenren Siyu.
Yes, Tang Jingyue is not Tantai Jinse.
Wenren Siyu is not even Jiang Changnian.
Without Jiang Lin'an's cause-and-effect ties and the lack of interests that could shake the other party, Suning felt that he could not influence Wenren Siyu's 8,000-year-old faith.
"Why."
With a long sigh, he leaned against the wall with dull eyes.
I even forgot that time was passing until it got dark.
The rain has stopped.
A few white mist rises from the mountains, entangled around the nine peaks of Kunlun.
Like a girl in a boudoir who is about to get married, she wears a veil to cover her face in a reserved manner.
Outside the small building, Tang Jingyue went upstairs looking tired after a busy day.
She was not aware of Suning's presence, nor did she expect that Suning would come to her bedroom to look for someone.
In this way, when this mature and charming beautiful woman took off her dusty green robe at the stairs on the third floor and walked into the room with her bare feet as white as jade, she suddenly saw a statue-like figure with her back against the wall.
Suning.
Her tired eyes suddenly widened, and the next moment, she almost collapsed and screamed frantically.
"Ah, you, why are you here?"
In a hurry, she covered her young couple's chest and hid behind the curtain beads.
He was extremely angry, but his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
After regaining consciousness, Suning just glanced at it and felt so embarrassed that she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and get in.
What did he do?
What did you see?
Damn this, if Lingxi finds out about it, shouldn't he stab him to death with the Taixuan Sword, the most precious treasure of Kunlun?
"Aunt, aunt."
With a trembling voice, Suning quickly turned around and said, "I, I didn't see anything, please get dressed quickly."
Halfway through, he felt vaguely that something was not right.
What does it mean to get dressed quickly?
Isn’t this the three hundred taels of silver here? Isn’t it self-inflicted?
Sure enough, after hearing Suning's answer, Tang Jingyue, who was already furious, threw out hundreds of silver needles.
"Go to hell."
She was furious, speechless and choked with shame and anger.
Suning dodged and hurriedly explained: "Auntie, I have something important to see you for."
"Believe me, I really did it unintentionally."
"Ding ding ding."
The silver needle hit the wall. Tang Jingyue wrapped up the fallen green robe and said through gritted teeth: "I know you are not well-intentioned, so stop making excuses here."
She turned around angrily and ran towards the second floor with staggering steps.
He stumbled and stumbled, but how could he still have the masterful demeanor of the second elder of Kunlun?
Suning couldn't laugh or cry. He set up a defensive formation with one hand to stop Tang Jingyue from moving forward. At the same time, he said with a solemn secret voice: "Auntie, it's about your family and my life. Can you listen to me quietly?"
"Yes, I admit that I had some indescribable misunderstandings with you before."
"But that's..."
"Hey, what should I say?"
Suning scratched his head and walked forward apologetically: "I couldn't help myself, I was forced by someone."
Tang Jingyue was so angry that her whole body trembled, her jade hands pointed horizontally, her delicate body shook and said: "Get out of here, get out of here right away."
"I don't want what happened tonight to happen again."
"Suning, you bastard."
With a cry in her voice, the mature and beautiful woman choked with sobs.
Angry, angry, ashamed.
There is also a trace of inexplicable grievance and disappointment.
