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Shangguan Ji didn't bother to say more, only spit out a cold word from the bed.

Xu Han shook his head helplessly, and then sat at the end of the bed, he looked at the small room, and sighed: "I knew that I would go to the hotel to open a room, at least there is a sofa to let people rest." ”

At this time, Shangguan Lu pulled down the quilt a little, only revealing a pair of light blue eyes, looked at him and said, "By the way, let me ask you, what kind of martial arts is your energy?"

"Spirit, what energy?"

"It's the energy to help me heal. ”

"Oh. Xu Han smiled, "It seems to be called the power of the green dragon, right? ”

"It turns out that this is the power of the green dragon. Shangguan Lu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"yes, I'm just trying to see if I can defuse that strange power, but it seems to work well. ”

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then what else can I do?" Xu Han shrugged, "Be a companion on Huangquan Road." ”

Shangguan Lu glared at him coldly, and then covered his head with the quilt again.

After a few seconds, Xu Han probably felt too bored, so he asked again, "Isn't it uncomfortable for you to sleep with your head covered like this?"

"Shut up. ”

"Don't be so indifferent, you won't let me rest, at least chat with me to pass the time." ”

This time, Shangguan Yu ignored him, but Xu Han continued to say to himself: "But speaking of which, I really didn't expect that the Ye family would have such a strong master, and even you are not an opponent." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan Ji lifted the quilt, his face and eyes were very cold, "I was just careless, otherwise I wouldn't have been defeated." ”

"I know you're trying to say you're not doing your best, but that guy doesn't look like he's doing his best. Xu Han said lightly.

Shangguan Lu's eyes flickered, as if recalling, "That guy is indeed very strong, but if I bring the Cold Iron Sword and fight with all my might, it is not yet known who will win and who will lose." ”

"Cold Iron Sword, ......" Xu Han had never seen the power of this divine weapon, but the Fire Tongue Sword and the Cold Iron Sword were divine weapons of the same level, so even if he hadn't seen it, he could imagine the power of the Cold Iron Sword, so he sighed: "I forgot about it, well, if you use the Cold Iron Sword to fight, maybe the result will be really different." ”

Then, Xu Han glanced at Shangguan Lu, her face was very pale, and she still looked very weak, so she sighed a little distressedly: "Forget it, I won't quarrel with you, you can sleep." ”

Shangguan Lu didn't respond, just looked at him motionlessly.

Xu Han smiled a little strangely, "Why do you look at me like this?

"Hmph. Shangguan Yu snorted coldly and closed his eyes disdainfully, "I don't know how to book a room and book a double bed, I really doubt your purpose." As she spoke, she lifted the other half of the quilt as well, "Give you another chance to take advantage, don't be a good person." ”

Xu Han was stunned for a moment, and said with some surprise: "I'm not being a good person, I just want to ask, why your attitude has changed so much before and after?"

Shangguan Ji glanced at him coldly, "Your complexion is bad enough, if you don't let you rest well, I'm afraid you won't survive tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, Xu Han was slightly startled, and subconsciously touched his forehead, which was full of sweat.

At this time, Xu Han finally knew the benefits of being frail and sickly, and he smiled and said, "I'm here!"

Then he jumped over and got into the quilt, Shangguan ignored him, just turned sideways and rolled away part of the quilt by himself.

Xu Han moved his body to Shangguan Remains, feeling close to her smooth and tender skin, and his heart was indescribably refreshing.

But at this time, he never dared to move his hands and feet, with the character of a woman like Shangguan's body, letting him rest in the same bed is already the greatest concession, if he dares to go further, I am afraid that he will really have to see the king of Hades.

And, every time he had a bad idea, there was always a figure that came to his mind and made him stop thinking. That figure is Yang Xinru.

"I don't know how Xinru is doing......" he muttered to himself.

Even though he knew that her life would not be in danger, Xu Han was still very worried about her, and one day, he would definitely return to Seraphic Hell and snatch her back.

After standing for more than an hour, Leng Yingjie and Leng Feng's legs were numb, and the tiger skin behind them didn't dare to come out.

Until a private jet began to land, Leng Feng couldn't help but roll down his throat, his eyes staring straight over there.

"Hurry, Siniang is coming. When Leng Yingjie saw the plane landing, he pulled Leng Feng and ran down the pick-up gate to the airport to greet him.

After the plane came to a standstill, an elevator was slowly lowered in the exit cabin, and a man and a woman took the elevator down.

The woman looks like she is in her early thirties, wearing a side ponytail, heroic, with thick lipstick, wearing a low-key brand, without the slightest exaggerated appearance, but exuding a domineering temperament.

Perhaps those who didn't know her would think that she was just an ordinary young woman, even though her temperament made her look not ordinary at all. But those who knew her were probably so frightened that they peed their pants and their legs were weak. Because she is the famous Leng Siniang in Kyoto, although she looks like a young woman in her early thirties, she is actually over fifty years old.

However, no one dared to ask her real age in person, as it would likely lead to death.

As for the man next to Leng Siniang, with his disheveled and shawl hair, messy scum, and eyes without any motivation, he looked soft and soft on the whole, which didn't match the slim suit he was wearing.

This person is Uncle Dao, an unfathomable horror master, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a monster.

Leng Feng and Leng Yingjie stood straight in front of them, their heads and faces covered with sweat.

"Welcome Siniang!" Leng Yingjie swallowed his saliva and said loudly.

In fact, in normal times, although they are very in awe of Leng Siniang, they are not afraid to this extent, the reason why Leng Feng and Leng Yingjie are scared half to death is because they have weak hearts, because they have made mistakes.

Leng Feng killed the thugs, Leng Yingjie didn't do the task arranged by Siniang, didn't say anything about messing up, and took Hua Baiming's life.

Leng Siniang will never tolerate her subordinates who are ineffective, and they know this very well.

Leng Siniang's eyes stared at the front coldly and arrogantly, as if she didn't see Leng Feng and Leng Yingjie at all, and walked straight past them, without saying a word, not even a look or a face.

Uncle Dao grabbed his hair and followed Leng Siniang as if he was very awkward, and when he passed by Leng Feng and Leng Yingjie, he also raised his eyebrows and smiled with interest.

And this smile shocked Leng Feng and Leng Yingjie into a cold sweat.

The tiger skin buried his head very low, the whole person trembled so badly, he didn't dare to look up at Leng Siniang, but he soon felt that there seemed to be a person standing in front of him, and when he looked up, it was Uncle Dao who looked at him with a smile.

Tiger Skin was so frightened that he buried his head back again, his body trembled even more, and his face was covered with sweat.

Uncle Dao took out a box of cigars from the inside pocket of his jacket and bit one out with his mouth, but did not light the fire, but put the cigar back first.

Tiger Skin chuckled in his heart and immediately began to rummage through his pockets, but because his hands were shaking so much, the lighter accidentally fell to the ground as soon as he took it out.

He wanted to squat down and pick it up, but his legs were as weak as cotton, and he didn't listen at all.

At this time, Uncle Dao bent down, picked up the lighter, and put it in the palm of Tiger Skin's hand, Tiger Skin wiped his sweat with the sleeve of his suit, and then pressed the lighter wildly, every time he pressed it, it would shake violently, and his breathing became more rapid.

Lap ...... Lap ...... Finally, he lit the fire, and handed it to the emperor with both hands, clenching the lighter in both hands.

Uncle Dao bit his cigar and waited for the fire to burn the tobacco before taking a breath, and then spit out the smoke ring from his mouth.

"I heard, you messed things up?" Uncle Dao's voice was very magnetic, with a hint of coldness.

The tiger's face turned pale, his hand twitched, and the lighter fell to the ground.

"I ......"

"You don't seem to have much to say, do you?"

A cold light suddenly flashed in Uncle Dao's lazy eyes, "It's useless to keep the waste." ”

Suddenly, Tiger Skin's pupils shrank suddenly.

There was a sharp knife stuck in his throat, and Uncle Dao held the knife with a relaxed smile.

"Waste also dares to mix with the cold family's food, you better go to the underworld to reflect and reflect. After speaking, Uncle Dao let go of the knife, straightened his clothes, gently patted Tiger Skin's shoulder, and then walked in the direction of Leng Siniang.

Leng Siniang stopped at the door of the pick-up building and watched coldly.

Tiger Skin held the knife in his throat with both hands, trying to pull it out but couldn't do anything, and then he fell to the ground with a thud, blood dripping all over the ground, and his body convulsed.

Leng Feng and Leng Yingjie looked at this scene, and their hearts were extremely cold, and they felt like they were about to suffocate.

In a blink of an eye, Leng Siniang and Uncle Dao had already gone up, so they hurriedly ran after them.

"Put out the smoke. Leng Siniang's eyes showed a hint of disgust.

Uncle Dao took a deep breath, spit out a large puff of smoke rings into the sky, put the cigar back in his mouth, and bit the cigar and said, "Don't." ”

"Whatever you want. ”

"You should learn to smoke, too. ”

"Don't like this stuff. Leng Siniang didn't stop, and her eyes always looked straight ahead.

"Alas. Uncle Dao sighed, twisted his body very awkwardly, and said very uncomfortably: "I have said that I am not suitable for wearing a suit, and wearing this thing on my body is no different from being tied with a rope, which makes me uncomfortable." ”

"You need to be tied with a rope, and you are also a figure who can represent the Leng family, so you have to dress decently when attending formal occasions, right?"

"Am I usually dressed inappropriately?" Uncle Dao was a little upset.

"Anyway, I don't think it's presentable. ”