Chang Ling stumbled for two steps, then opened his eyes in confusion, touched his face and found it was swollen.
"Why whip me?"
He looked at Chang Ying with a melancholy look. Before he could speak, Chang Ying pointed at Qin Xuan: "Someone is looking for you."
"Then you don't have to whip me." Chang Ling first saw Chang Ying's bare feet and the cloth shoes in her hands: "You still whip me with the shoes."
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Chang Lingxian was slapped on the other side of his face by Chang Ying. He was stunned. Chang Ying said, "Sure enough, it was louder with the slap."
"I'll slap you next time."
Qin Xuan: "..."
Chang Lingxian: "..."
Soon, Chang Ying left. It seemed that she was more interested in the delicious food on the tables next to her than smoking Chang Lingxian.
"I'm sorry," Qin Xuan looked at Chang Lingxian, whose face was swollen on both sides, and said awkwardly, "I made you get whipped."
"It doesn't matter."
Only then did Chang Lingxian notice that it was Qin Xuan standing in front of him: "Long time no see."
"Have we met before?"
"I met him more than ten years ago."
"It turns out I didn't identify the wrong person," Qin Xuan knew that his eyes were right: "You are Brother A Chang, right?"
"If you are talking about Ah Chang who often plays with you in the mud," Chang Ling took off his gloves first, then stroked both sides of his face, and the injury immediately subsided: "It should be me."
Chang Lingxian was a genius. He was able to pass all college courses and hundreds of majors at the age of three. But in front of Qin Xuan when he was a child, he had to play with him in the mud. It was simply a dark history...
"Uh-huh, sorry."
"It's okay," Chang Lingxian stretched out his hand: "Let me formally meet you. My name is Chang Lingxian. I am the current minister of the Luobai Servant Department. I am very happy to meet you, Emperor's son."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Only then did Qin Xuan understand why Chang Lingxian, like Luo Xiyu, had such a large area vacant around him.
What is Luo Bai Pu? It is called forensic medicine in modern times, but in the past, it was actually Wu Zuo.
A profession that specializes in dealing with dead people. How dare people around here come to deal with it easily? What's more, this is not Blue Star. There are not so many taboos. In the world of the Demon Master, especially these powerful people, what does it mean to be a white servant? They are no longer here.
Couldn't be more clear.
"What were you doing just now, closing your eyes and relaxing?"
"No," Chang Lingxian said with a decadent look, "I'm sleeping."
Qin Xuan: "..."
"Sleeping in the banquet hall?"
"I haven't slept for a hundred and thirty-two days," Chang Lingxian said, "so I took advantage of this break to get some sleep."
"One hundred and two..."
Let me go, this guy is really capable of cultivating immortality!
Demon painters are not gods. They are also human beings. Even if they are supported by the magic, they cannot go without sleep for so long. How terrible is this mental drain?
Luobaipu are experts in criminal cases, especially in death. Their work must be hard.
The dust has settled and the truth has been revealed. To ensure that this gray sky net is not leaked, every Luobai servant cannot take it lightly, let alone Chang Lingxian, the head of the Luobai servant department.
"By the way," Qin Xuan picked up two glasses of wine from Shuxian on the side and handed one of them to Chang Lingxian: "Let's meet old friends and have a drink?"
The demon painter can travel across the world. Qin Xuan and Chang Lingxian, childhood playmates, can meet again after many years. It is simply more difficult than meeting thousands of miles away. Unfortunately, Chang Lingxian shook his head: "I don't drink.
of."
"Why?"
Chang Lingxian explained: "My job is to avoid alcohol and meat."
"Avoid women too?"
"Oh," Chang Lingxian said with a smile: "It's taboo, but it's not taboo to have children. It's just that you can't handle work during a few days of work. This is a great disrespect to the deceased."
I have to say that Chang Lingxian is very professional and responsible.
"That..."
Qin Xuan snapped his fingers twice and saw two brand new teacups in his hands: "How about tea instead of wine?"
As the words fell, the air suddenly fluctuated, and then strands of green colored silk satin fell into the teacup, turning into twice as fragrant emerald green hot tea.
"Colorful silk and fragrant satin, quiet and emerald green. Thank you for your hospitality."
Chang Ling drank the tea first: "In addition, the emperor's creation skills are quite accomplished."
"It's nothing, just a little trick."
Chang Lingxian is actually very familiar with Qin Xuan, because he is the reason why Blue Star can be so hidden. Of course, it is not only him, but also Qin Qixian and Lin Xuanjiu, but when these two people are not around,
, the job of protecting Blue Star from being discovered by the world of painted demon masters fell on him.
How long has it been?
In just a few months, he was able to possess such huge demonic power, and at the same time be proficient in the art of creation, a mid-level demonic art that is not low in requirements.
"Emperor...I'd better call you Brother Xuan. Are you okay?"
"It's much more affectionate."
"I have a little question for you," Chang Lingxian said, "Brother Xuan, what should I do if I encounter a puddle on the road?"
Qin Xuan didn't quite understand the meaning of Chang Lingxian's question: "Water avoidance technique..."
"What if ordinary people can't use magic?" Chang Lingxian: "Go around?"
"I prefer to skip over."
"But what if the puddle is big?"
"Then we can only go around it."
"The puddle is so big that you can't get around it?"
Qin Xuan frowned, what does this mean? Qin Xuan completely didn't understand the meaning of Chang Lingxian's questions, so he was teasing him: "Take off your shoes and go directly to it. If the water is very deep, can I swim there?"
"
"Why is this question so baffling?" Qin Xuan asked, "What do you want to say?"
"nothing."
Chang Lingxian said: "Mr. Qiu seems to have something going on over there. Go quickly."
"Yeah?"
Although Qin Xuan found it strange, Chang Lingxian obviously had no ill intentions. He thought about the questions carefully, but he really couldn't understand what this man wanted to say to him.
"I can't speak clearly," Chang Ying chewed on a chicken leg: "Ajiu, that little brat, I'll beat him to death even if he's not dead."
"Can you respect the dead?"
"It's okay," Chang Ying said matter-of-factly: "Ajiu has been burned by me, so I can't deceive him anymore."
Chang Lingxian: "..."
"What did you just say to that boy?"
"Nothing, just a suggestion." Chang Ling said this first and asked: "Why, Aying, what do you think of Brother Xuan?"
"Oh." Chang Ying took out a roast chicken from somewhere and took a bite: "I can't tell. If you have the skills, it's better to eat chicken."
"What about you?" Chang Ying asked, "What are you doing?"
"I just bought a stock." Chang Ling first bought a stock called 'Luo Xiyu'.