Pei Chuan squatted in the corner and said angrily: "Uncle Xinglan said that I was Kunlun's rat shit. After all these years, I am still just an earth spirit master. Don't mention my identity as a Kunlun disciple when I go out, so as not to lose the master's face.
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"Senior sister, do you think there is anyone like him who is so harmful to others?"
"After all, you are an elder, so you can't praise me falsely?"
"After all, we haven't seen each other for so many years."
Pei Chuan said confidently: "No matter how bad I am, I am still much better than Qinghe."
Lingxi smiled half-heartedly and said, "I think Uncle Xinglan is right, you are like the rat shit of Kunlun."
"Besides, are you sure you are better than Qinghe?"
"Do you dare to say this in front of Qinghe?"
Lingxi opened the thermos box, scooped the soup gently and said, "I forgot to tell you, Qinghe became an earth spirit master last month, well, not long after the New Year. His current level is the same as yours."
"I'll wipe it." Pei Chuan suddenly raised his head and howled as if he had seen a ghost: "Isn't it possible? Qinghe has become an earth spirit master?"
Lingxi sneered: "In terms of talent, you are not as good as Qinghe. Although she is not smart, her understanding is worse than yours."
"It's just that he has a lively nature, is lazy and casual, and cannot make up his mind to study the mysteries of the spiritual master lineage."
"Looking at you, if your uncle hadn't pressured you and forced you to learn, you would still be struggling in the realm of Huang Lingshi."
"Who is better than whom? Do you really have no idea in your heart?"
Pei Chuan was "humiliated" by Lingxi's confession and blushed, and vowed: "I, within three years, I will definitely become a Xuanling Master."
Lingxi "believed it to be true" and said, "Then I'm waiting for your good news, don't just use your words."
Pei Chuan was immediately discouraged and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He thought about it but dared not light it, feeling aggrieved.
I listened curiously and said, "Uncle Xinglan? Are you saying that my third uncle is here?"
"Well, not only did you come to the hospital, but you also went to my villa." Lingxi smiled while holding the hot soup: "If your third uncle hadn't appeared in time to help me stop the rebound of Tianji, I wouldn't have been able to come to the hospital to see you."
Lingxi said it lightly, but I knew that she must have taken revenge on the Chen family again because of me.
The last time, Lingxi used the Kunlun Movement Technique, which caused me to lie on the steering wheel, vomit blood, and fell into a coma when he brought me back from heaven to earth.
That scene makes my heart ache every time I think of it.
But this time, I narrowly escaped death. With Lingxi's temper, I would never sit idly by and watch.
I really want to ask her what she did and whether her injuries were serious.
But I know that Lingxi will not tell me these things.
I worry about her, and she doesn't want me to worry either.
So I changed the topic and said insinuatingly: "The Chen family brothers died for no reason. How did the Chen family react?"
"What kind of reaction do you want?" Lingxi saw through my little calculation at a glance and said with a narrow smile: "Chen Xuanjun has lost thirteen years of his life. No matter how big the reaction is, he can only hold it back at this moment."
"It's the Chen family that blatantly bullies others, not Kunlun."
Lingxi felt that the soup in her hand was a little hot, so she put it back on the bedside table to cool down and said, "I sent nine corpses to the Chen family at noon. They were all members of the Chen family who appeared in Hailan Entertainment City last night."
"The Chen family wouldn't dare to make a big fuss, and they wouldn't have the confidence to do so."
"Whether it is Chen Xuanjun himself or the Chen family in Zhongzhou, they must swallow it even if it bites their tongues."
Lingxi said coldly: "As for the future plans, I'll just wait and see."
I nodded, feeling really lucky to have survived the disaster.
Chen Shaotang's last stabbing blow, if he hadn't been in a hurry to leave, or if I hadn't been lying on the ground and being pinned down by a chair in a weird posture.
If the dagger had penetrated deeper and the position had been further away, I might not have had the chance to lie here and talk.
