Yan Xilan was very angry.

He sat on the cobblestone by the stream, holding his hands and pondering how to abuse Murong Qing to make himself more relieved.

It all started with the battle of Jiangfu two hours ago.

At that time, Murong Qing relied on his strong martial arts, let go of his hands and feet, and abused a group of people all over the field, and there were countless people who vomited blood with internal injuries. Yan Xilan originally wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of him, escape to a safe place, and then think of a plan to turn over - the identity of the leader of the Murong Qing Demon Sect will be exposed sooner or later, and living with him all the way is already suspected of being a melon field and a plum, and if he goes with him at this time, not to mention the abuse, he will be tied to the ship of the Demon Sect and unable to get off. In this way, it will inevitably affect the Lingxi Sect, which is contrary to his selfish promise to the original owner.

But as the most difficult character in the world, how can a man not know the calculation in his heart, casually snatch the □□ in the hands of a young man, tiptoe, hover along the pillar body like a swimming dragon, dexterously and quickly swept to the roof, and at the same time turned around and swept thousands of troops, sweeping down what Li Zhangmen Zhang Zhangmen who had caught up, and then turned his eyes to Yan Xilan, who was fighting with Sui Liyang, and laughed loudly: "Thank you Shihe for dragging this gentleman's sword, everyone present, the green mountains do not change the green water and the long stream, say goodbye to the next one, and there will be a period later." As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was raised, and □□ shot towards Sui Liyang like an arrow from the string, and when everyone came back to save him, he ran away after captive the young man.

Yan Xilan, who was so angry that he hung on his shoulder like a sack, gritted his teeth, this demon beating the head was like a play, why did he need his support?

This is good, even if you don't run away with Murong Qing, you will become an ironclad demon demon. There is no chance to even pretend to be a deceitful young man!

"Asking you to catch fish, what are you doing stupidly?"

The male voice suddenly came from behind him with a bright banter, Yan Xilan turned his head and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I somehow remembered a very ridiculous person, because it was so ridiculous, I couldn't help but be a little fascinated." ”

Murong Qing walked to the stream, picked up two stones and checked them in the palm of his hand, and said with emotion: "I just frowned, but I am in my heart, what a beautiful thing." He can get you to think about it all the time, and it's worth it. The life and death of the two fish smashed with his hand were unknown, and the pitiful ones surfaced, turning over their white bellies and standing up. "Alright, don't think about it, go get dinner. ”

Yan Xilan will listen to him to have a ghost.

"Let's not talk darkly. The young man stood up and looked straight at him, "Sect Master Murong, what is the purpose of you tying down to the same boat?"

When Murong Qing heard this, he stroked his palms and smiled: "He is worthy of being the person who is favored by this seat, and he has good eyesight." I just don't know how Shihe sees it?"

"Bearing, force, and timing. Yan Xilan summarized concisely and concisely, and brought the topic back on track: "I don't dare to discuss it in the future, but at least I can be sure that the Jiang Alliance Master was not killed by you, and the things behind the killing order are also up for discussion. ”

Murong Qing looked at him quietly and remained silent.

His eyes are deep and affectionate, and when he gazes intently at a person, he can't help but have the illusion that he is all he has.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The gusts of wind blew, and the pear blossoms in the mountains fell all over the stream, drifting into the distance with the clear stream. The sunset in the sky is obliquely reflected, reflecting on the head of the stream, dyeing the pink and white flowers with a little warmth.

The man brushed the fallen flowers from his shoulders and said, "You need to know that in this world, the human heart is the most unpredictable. My poems and ah, no matter how smart you are, there will always be things that cannot be calculated. ”

The tone is like a sigh, and it is tender like water.

That night, Yan Xilan tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He felt like he was being pulled into a strange circle, but he couldn't get the gist and couldn't get out of it. After falling asleep in a daze in the middle of the night, I began to dream intermittently again.

He dreamed that he was trapped in a net and could not move, while the other end of the thread was in the man's hand. He walked slowly towards him, with a triumphant smile on his face, leaned down, and slowly approached him. The warm snort swept across his cheeks and the side of his neck, bringing a slight trembling itch, and the man attached it to his ear, whispering: "Good, don't be afraid, I will enjoy you well, carefully." ”

Then the young man was awakened.

Meanwhile.

In the dimly lit room, he sat with his legs folded, casually playing with the token in his hand. In front of him knelt a man in black, silent, bowing his head to his ear.

"What about people?"

The man in black bowed his head and pleaded guilty: "My subordinates are incompetent, please punish the Lord." ”

He smiled, and the next moment the token suddenly took off his hand and threw it at the man in black!

The latter was silent and took it alive. The black scarf covering the corners of his forehead was instantly wet, slid down the line of his face, hung on his eyelashes and crumbled, and fell to the ground after a long time.

He got up, looked down at the man in black condescendingly, and said coldly: "Take it, whether it's the corpse or those two people, find it for me!"

In the early morning of the next day, Murong Qing felt unclear about Yan Xilan's behavior of retreating, so after thinking about it, he blamed it on the young man's too youthful emotional handling method.

Really, doesn't that make it even more pitiful and cute?

The man who thinks he has unearthed the unknown side of the youth is quite pitiful, and even the gaze with people becomes disgusting. Yan Xilan was stared at and got goosebumps, and when he entered the tea shop, he hated not being able to sit at a separate table with him. However, the other party did not give him this chance.

Murong Qing sat down opposite him with a smile and said, "I just like the fact that poetry and will please people." ”

Yan Xilan didn't smile at his meat, and secretly scolded him in his heart for being stinky and shameless.

Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, and knew that it was not a good word with his knees, and suddenly became more energetic, and just wanted to tease a few more words, he heard himself mentioned at the next table.

"That demon sect thief is really daring, and he dares to break into Jiangfu alone. ”

"The Saibei Demon Sect has rules, and the position of the sect leader is represented, and Murong Qing can be at a young age, which has its own reason, after this battle, heroes and heroes from all walks of life have to re-evaluate him. ”

"Alas, in addition to the few famous masters in today's martial arts, who else can be his opponent?"

"What is even more surprising than this obvious is that the Spirit Rhino Sect is actually the work of the Demon Sect in the Central Plains. ”

The man at the table slammed the table down with a bang.

"It's a shame on me!"

"To say that the Lingxi Sect is not very famous except for the old horseman of the Absolute Dust. Now that I think about it, eighty percent of it was deliberately done to confuse people. ”

"That's right, that traitor to Lin or something, I haven't heard of it before. ”

"In vain, Sui Shaoxia is still speaking for him now, saying that there may be other hidden secrets in it, he is good, he is diligent in running with the demons, if you want me to say that Master Li is doing a good job, explain something, they should be wanted!"

"Smack. ”

Murong Qing turned around when he heard this, and saw the young man put down his chopsticks and said softly, "Let's go." ”

There was no expression on his face, not even a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, he just got up calmly and walked out without hurrying.

But Murong Qing was distressed. Inexplicable and fleeting.