Li Ya took a deep breath and finally chose to comfort Chen Zexing with a gentle voice.
"I'm going to look for Wan'er. You put on a good show with Yan'er in Chen's house. You put a veil on her when you greet her tomorrow. I said you... you didn't control the intensity and kissed her too hard... The Song family said
Wan'er is feeling unwell..."
Chen Zexing is a dandy, and everything he does is reasonable.
As if he felt that his words were too frivolous, Li Ya coughed a few times uncomfortably:
"In short, for the sake of Wan'er's reputation, this matter must not be leaked. Within five days, I will try my best to find her. If I cannot find her, I will judge whether she is safe and let the elders know about it."
"Don't worry, Wan'er is very talented and quirky, so nothing will happen to her."
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"Susu! How are you!"
It’s the voice of little senior sister!
Jiang Su immediately opened her eyes, her eyelashes flickering like butterfly wings. She pinched her waist hard with her hands.
"I feel pain! Aren't you dreaming?!"
"Little senior sister!" The girl struggled in the arms of the man in red, like a lively spiritual beast that had found its owner.
She opened Fang Zhe's arms, jumped off his legs, and jumped onto Dong Yiyi.
"Sister, I'm back!" Jiang Su's face was filled with the innocence that a daughter of this age should have.
"One day without seeing my little senior sister is like three autumns. I have..." The girl let go of an arm wrapped around Dong Yiyi, spread her fingers and counted carefully, the seriousness on her face was unfaltering.
"one two three."
"I haven't seen my little senior sister for three days, that is, three autumns! It's been such a long time, no, I miss my little senior sister so much, and I can't bear three autumns anymore!"
Her fluffy hair rubbed against the young senior sister's neck and pressed against Dong Yiyi's chin.
Dong Yiyi smiled lightly, sheathed his sword, and caressed the "cub" in his arms with his free hand, and said softly: "Okay, okay, it will be good when Susu comes back."
Like an elder, she slowly took the girl's catkins and took her to sit in front of the intact table and chair on one side as if there was no one else. "Susu, what was the result of this medical visit? Did it go well? Is there anyone giving you a hard time?"
,bully you?"
"Of course it went well, my ability is still..."
"Ahem, junior sister, we still have things to solve right now." The male voice was firm and cold.
The girl's conversation with her junior sister was interrupted. She raised her eyes slightly dissatisfied and focused on the people in front of her.
"..."
What came into view was Fang Zhe, who was being pointed at by Senior Brother Liu's sword, and this nine-foot "mao-inch monk" who had the advantage of height was holding his own Qingsha in his forehand, blocking the blade of the wind-winding sword.
Qi Zhizhi's long knife attacked indiscriminately, smashing three sets of tables and chairs around him. The teahouse was in a mess, with wood slag and fly ash not even dissipating in the surrounding air.
"Hua Hua"
The sound of the abacus broke the silence. The owner of the teahouse walked slowly over, glanced at the dress of several people, and said in a accustomed manner: "Three sets of tables, three sets of tea sets, including the cost of seats and the cost of brewed tea, ten taels."
Silver, who will pay?"
Ever since there were rumors of demonic cultivators in Luoning City, more and more immortal masters came here. Every day, tables and chairs would be beaten into pieces by them whenever they disagreed.
The tea shop owner thought to himself, "These immortal masters... have quite a bad temper. He has changed tables and chairs eight times."
"Twelve???"
"What kind of tea costs ten taels?"
Liu Yunqing opened his eyes wide when he heard this, and asked in shock, he was originally a poor swordsman, but now he was still in debt with hundreds of spiritual stones, so how could he have the spare money to exchange for silver to accompany him.
Dong Yiyi was also shocked. Among the five people present, the two sword cultivators reacted the most violently.
Before the boss could explain, Qi Zhizhi took out ten taels of silver from the money bag at his waist and handed it to the tea shop boss.
Her pretty little face was slightly red, and she said sheepishly: "We didn't mean it... I'm sorry."
She unconsciously circled her fingers and tightened her grip on the clothes of the person next to her.
"Tear-"
This familiar voice!
Who is it this time!
Dong Yiyi quickly lowered his head, looking for a new rip in his clothes. He turned his hands over and over and rubbed the corners of his clothes, muttering, "Where is the tear this time?"
"Ahem, Junior Sister Zhizhi."
There was a crack in Liu Yunqing's serious and stern face, and there was a mixture of light and dark in his pupils. The joy had clearly exploded in his heart like a big flower, but he still forcibly maintained that resolute attitude that was unlike anything in the world.
Jiang Su looked at Senior Brother Liu in confusion, feeling that his face was stiff, one corner of his mouth was twitching, and his mind was vaguely unclear.
Dong Yiyi's skillful words of comfort were broken in his mouth. Liu Yunqing whispered in a secret voice: "Junior sister, things have changed, and this time it's me."
Jiang Su didn't know the secret fight between the two swordsmen. He frowned and looked at the senior brother seriously, muttering "Could it be...", and in the next second, he suddenly realized!
The girl said anxiously, "Brother, you must have suffered a stroke!" She quickly stepped forward and tried to pinch Liu Yunqing's face.
Liu Yunqing cannot be paralyzed!
If his words and eyes are distorted, then the plot will not collapse! After this man becomes a demon, he will be a master of evil spirits for readers!
In the Demon Realm, he found a small black robe with leaking waist that could be used for demonic energy. Coupled with his serious and cold face, it was full of contrast. Coupled with his oblique abdominal muscles and mermaid line, he fascinated thousands of people in the world of cultivation.
Young woman wow!
In addition to the young woman, there is also Zhang Yunsheng! Senior Sister Zhang is so obsessed!
If your words and eyes are distorted, how can she die like a medical practitioner like me?!
Jiang Su had quick eyesight and quick hands. Before Liu Yunqing could even realize what her rebellious junior sister was going to do, she was pricked with a silver needle by herself.
"..."
Jiang Su was extremely cautious, and within a few breaths, there were faint drops of sweat on his forehead.
"The corner of your mouth is tilted to the right, then the right side is the healthy side and the affected side is on the left!"
"First prick the Hegu point on the hand on the affected side, then acupuncture the skin on the healthy side, and use the dicang to penetrate the cheek!"
I saw the girl pricking a needle into the left hand of Jian Xiu's half-pinch sword seal, and another needle pierced from the corner of Liu Yunqing's mouth, passing horizontally towards his ear, and his skin was pulled upward to the right.
Liu Yunqing looked at her junior sister in disbelief. Just when she was about to open her mouth to speak, she felt soreness at the corner of her mouth where the needle was pricked. She actually channeled her spiritual power into her body to insert the needle?!
"Teacher...Sister, sister" he stuttered and asked: "You...what are you doing?"
Is this special care from the medical practitioner? Did she inadvertently notice some deep invisible injury on my body? The kind that even I don’t know about?
When several people around him saw this, they thought something big had happened, and kept silent with serious faces.
After a while, the girl in green shook her head and said with confusion: "That's not right. Senior brother, you didn't have a stroke?"
Liu Yunqing was stunned when he heard this and looked at her in disbelief: "Stroke???"
"Yes, you didn't have a stroke. Why did your face hit? It was still on one side. I thought you were suffering from wind evil and your mouth and eyes were crooked."
"..."
"Pfft——" Dong Yiyi lowered the corners of his mouth and raised the light curve again, and said sweetly: "Ahem, senior brother, it is indeed you this time."
Jiang Su couldn't understand, what about this time and that time?
