These two people look at their aura, dress up, talk and behave, and they don't seem to be ordinary people, and their old friends who are good friends with Zhang Liang in South Korea should be either nobles or upper-class people. In other words, the way they met was really unique and ingenious...... At first, I didn't say hello to a single one, and then I was nervous and swordsmanship, and now suddenly Wen Crepe and Crepe Sackman pulled Wen up incomparably....... this atmosphere changed too quickly, and my thinking suddenly had a rush that I couldn't switch. But seeing that Zhang Liang's expression was calm and there was not much vigilance, I slowly settled down.

"The high-spirited ovary began to be sentimental. The white-haired man seemed to be a little surprised by Zhang Liang's sigh of the deceased, and his words revealed a faint unshavenness.

"What about you, you don't seem to have changed at all?"

"What do you think?"

"Becoming the weapon of Yingzheng, this doesn't seem to be the original intention of the creation of quicksand, right?"

"The original intention of the creation of quicksand?"

It doesn't sound like they're like-minded. There were several rhetorical questions that neither side answered positively, and the words were full of mutual temptation and questioning. I, a spectator who doesn't know the ins and outs at all, has been completely lost in their direction, what are they going to talk about when they meet? The words are subtle, the insinuations are ....... can't you just point to it? And what is that 'quicksand'?

"Everyone has to learn to survive in the new era, which sounds more like an elegant excuse. Zhang Liang's words are tactful, and his speech is still so roundabout, what an excuse for survival, hey, it really hurts people's brain cells.

The white-haired man didn't respond to a word, as if he was ignoring it, or maybe he didn't conspire with each other. After a moment of silence, Zhang Liang suddenly turned his head to Chi Lian beside me, and asked intentionally, "Your Highness Red Lotus, what do you think?"

Your Royal Highness? Can Zhang Liangzun be called Your Highness? Could it be that Chi Lian is a princess of South Korea? I didn't expect that the princess of ancient times could be so sexy and hot, it was so dumbfounded.

Chi Lian put her hands in front of her chest, proudly raised her slender chin, didn't look at Zhang Liang with her eyes, and replied disapprerovingly: "There is no His Highness here, only Chi Lian of quicksand." Quicksand doesn't need an excuse, it's left for those who need to escape. ”

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled lightly. Chilian Imperial Sister Fan is full of power, and she ignores Zhang Liang's appearance with arrogance, which does mean something in my opinion, and I can't help but smile.

Zhang Liang's retracted gaze suddenly stopped at me, as if he had noticed my smile. "Yun'er, you seem to have something to say?" He smiled at me, as if he wanted to embarrass me.

I was stunned, you guys met and talked about inexplicable things for a long time, what do I have to say, but on reflection, since Zhang Liang asked so, I will also be a commotion, I am a 21st century Chinese college student dragged the text and lost to you, since you dizzy me, I will also ram around you.

"The deceased is like this, but not the past. For thousands of years, the rivers have flowed endlessly, there has never been a day of pause, the moon has clouds and sunny days, and there is no real growth and decline in the cycle, and the same is true of the changes in history, what really remains unchanged is change, and the change of the times is a giant wheel that will never stop. Whether it is an excuse or an escape, time will give an answer, and the truth will precipitate and become an unchanging eternity. ”

I pretended to be esoteric and said a bunch of nonsense, and I felt embarrassed, and I used to write obscure sentences only in exams, but now this kind of tone is really a bit boring to talk to others.

My remarks seemed to take them a little unexpectedly, and they all looked surprised. The white-haired man glanced at me, his gaze was deep and sharp, and he turned to Zhang Liang and asked, "Ovary, your wife?"

"Well, the name Shen Yun, the word Ziyu, is the person Han Fei once entrusted me to take care of, the descendant of Shen Xiangguo. ”

"Oh, you suddenly got married, just because of Han Fei's entrustment?"

Zhang Liang paused for a moment, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then looked at the sea again.

Why didn't he answer? Worried about my face? Why did he suddenly pull Han Fei up, could it be that the old man who handed over Zhang Liang Canglong was Han Fei?

"Hehehe, the hero is sad to be a beauty. ”

Chi Lian's ghostly laughter made my heart tremble, and the implicit meaning of her words made me dare not think about it more.

"Ovary, what are you running away from? Is it because of her?" the white-haired man suddenly asked coldly.

Maybe it's just to survive, and a little bit forget the original intention. Zhang Liang replied implicitly, as if he intended to shift the center of the question, and there was a hint of questioning of the white-haired man in his words.

"Punishment does not avoid the minister, and reward the good and spares the husband. ”

"The vow of quicksand at the beginning of its creation. ”

"The law of heaven and earth is not slackened in its implementation, even if there is no dependence on the state. ”

"The implementation of the law is precisely for the purpose of stabilizing the country. ”

"Chivalry violates the prohibition with martial arts, and Confucianism violates the law with literature. These so-called chivalrous people...... Hmph!" the white-haired man's tone was full of disdain. "They are the biggest source of chaos in the country. Do you know why he proposed the five beetles at the same time, but also created quicksand together?"

"Knowing the traitor by tricks, and stopping the punishment by punishment?"

"Yes, to stop the punishment with a sentence, this is quicksand. ”

It dawned on me that it sounded like Han Fei had founded an organization called Quicksand, and Han Fei was a master of the Legalists, but unfortunately he was framed in prison in the end, and now the boss of Quicksand seems to be this white-haired man. And what Zhang Liang just said became Yingzheng's weapon...... Could it be that this white-haired man is doing things for the King of Qin? In this case, isn't it very dangerous? Then why did Zhang Liang still meet with him? The relationship between them seems to be quite complicated.

"I've heard that you've been investigating the cause of his death. Zhang Liang asked the white-haired man.

"Not bad. Do you have a clue?"

"I ......"

Just as Zhang Liang and the white-haired man were about to get to the point, a white figure flashed by, and with a muffled snap, a man in black fell from the roof and fell to the ground not far from us. He was bleeding from all his orifices, and a white feather-like object was inserted deep into his neck, and I was so frightened to see his tragic death that I couldn't help but cover my eyes with my hands. Secretly looking through the gap between his fingers to the eaves, a handsome man, with dark blue long hair and white clothes stopped on the eaves as light as a bird, with his hands on his chest, and his posture was elegant.

"He's spying on us. Chi Lian looked at the dead man in black and said calmly.

"The net is pervasive. Zhang Liang's eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice.

They were all calm and abnormal, as if the death of a human life was a common thing for them, and I had lost my soul, my whole body was cold, and the cold was cold to the bones. After that, I couldn't listen to what they said at all, and I was deeply frightened in my heart, and the smell of blood hit my nostrils, as if I could taste the salty smell of blood on the tip of my tongue, which made me creep. It wasn't until Zhang Liang called my name that I came back to my senses.

"Yun'er, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Can I go?" I urged, unsettled, not daring to take a step in the direction of the corpse.