Su Wushuang's brows moved faintly for a moment, and he met Bei Minglang's eyes with a smile. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He Xiao's eyes were slightly lowered, and he didn't look at anyone.

The little guy's movements were very quick, and he quickly brought up a cup of hot tea and put it on the table next to Bei Minglang.

Bei Minglang's body sat upright, and his gaze always fell on Su Wushuang's body without the slightest movement.

Liu Ke also wanted to follow up together, but was stopped by Tianyi who was standing at the door.

"Mr. Liu, the front hall is an important place, I am afraid it is not appropriate for you to go in." Tian's expression was indifferent, and the words in his mouth also came out in response.

Liu Ke's expression obviously changed, his eyes narrowed heavily, he looked in the direction of Bei Minglang, and then glanced at the direction of He Xiao and the white-haired man, and his footsteps were final, slowly retreating from the door of the front hall.

Tiantian's arm was withdrawn, his face paused, and then he also retreated to the side of the foyer.

Inside, three men with different styles were sitting, revealing a particularly tense atmosphere.

The scar on Bei Minglang's face is particularly eye-catching, and with the blinking of his eyes, the scars around his eyes have also changed, as if the scar is alive, glowing with a cold light.

"Dark Pavilion Master?" After a long time, it was not until the tea in his hand was half cold that Bei Minglang took the lead in opening his mouth, but the words of the inquiry were obviously towards Su Wushuang.

He Xiao's eyes moved suddenly, and there was a slight glow of light, looking at Bei Minglang.

Su Wushuang always had a shallow smile on his face, and from the moment the young master of the Northern Darkness entered the front hall, his eyes fell on him, until the moment he spoke, Su Wushuang also affirmed the previous conjecture in his heart, the Northern Darkness Lang, really regarded himself as the master of the Dark Pavilion.

Raising his eyes, he met Bei Minglang's eyes, Su Wushuang's white hair was slightly undulating, and his elegant and humorous voice also fell synchronously: "Young Master Lang has good eyesight." ”

In the next moment, Su Wushuang clearly felt He Xiao's deep inquiring gaze falling on him.

With a slight glance in his eyes, he gave He Xiao a reassuring signal, and Su Wushuang turned his head again and looked at Bei Minglang.

Bei Minglang's body sat extremely upright, his hands in his sleeves, his eyes did not move in the slightest, and he kept looking at Su Wushuang closely.

Su Wushuang looked relaxed, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all, but he looked at Bei Minglang who was smiling more and more happily: "Young Master Lang, do you want to see me?" But what's the matter? ”

Bei Minglang's expression was still calm, and he looked at Su Wushuang for a long time before he spoke: "I didn't expect that the Pavilion Master of the Dark Pavilion would be so young. ”

Hearing this, Su Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed softly, but in his heart, the smile was even worse, if this Bei Minglang knew that the Dark Pavilion Pavilion Master was not only young, but also a woman, would he be even more surprised?

"Young Master Lang is like this, but there is something in the words." Su Wushuang didn't mean to give in, his hand raised to support his chin, his eyebrows were raised heavily, although there was a smile in his voice, it was obvious that he didn't have a good tone.

This Bei Minglang, I'm afraid I'm questioning?

"Not really." Bei Minglang's voice was extremely hoarse, and his words were mediocre, and he didn't have any intention of provoking, "I don't know yet, the name of the Lord of the Dark Pavilion Pavilion is great." ”

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, the dark pavilion has never passed on the name and surname of the pavilion master. This point, Young Master Lang should not be unaware. Su Wushuang's reaction was extremely fast, and with a word, he instantly threw the problem back to Bei Minglang.

This time, Bei Minglang was silent for a long time, and his gaze slowly drooped.

He Xiao sat on the main seat and didn't say a word, as if there was a heavy light swirling in his plain eyes, and Bei Minglang's slightest movement and expression did not escape his eyes.

"It's because I didn't follow the rules, and I hope the pavilion master won't blame." After a long pause, Bei Minglang actually stretched out his hand and hugged Su Wushuang with a fist, and there was obviously an apology in his words, which could be said from such a rough voice, but there was a sense of neither humility nor arrogance.

This time, it really made Su Wushuang stunned. It seems that this Bei Minglang is not as difficult to get along with as imagined......

There was a long silence, but there was no awkward atmosphere.

Su Wushuang had some intention of avoiding Bei Minglang's gaze, and Bei Minglang also lowered his head slightly and did not speak again.

He Xiao's brows moved heavily, and his mellow voice was also outspoken: "Since you have fulfilled Young Master Lang's wish, then please also ask Young Master Lang to talk about the dispersion." ”

As soon as the three words "Lost Breath San" came out, He Xiao and Su Wushuang both noticed at the same time that Bei Minglang, who had been calm, actually had a fluctuation in his expression.

Su Wushuang glanced at He Xiao, who was frowning slightly, and understood what he was thinking, and also opened his mouth: "Since Young Master Lang's wish has been fulfilled, what else can't be said?" There was some humor in the words, with some of Su Wushuang's original character.

Bei Minglang, but after hearing Su Wushuang's words, his eyes drooped more and more.

Outside the door of the front hall, the conversation of several people was clearly heard by the people outside, and Tian stood on the steps, and obviously saw Liu Ke standing at the bottom of the steps, and his expression became a lot more lonely.

In the hall, there was a great silence again.

Su Wushuang's smile gradually dispersed, and with some careful light in his eyes, he looked at Bei Minglang.

He Xiao's expression was also light and faint, playing with the jade wrench on his left hand, and his body was motionless.

Bei Minglang seemed to be frozen, his eyes did not blink, and a slightly sad aura appeared all over his body, and the straight body that was sitting upright gradually loosened his strength and bent down.

After a long time, I heard his hoarse voice again, this time, it seemed to be foggy, and there was a damp feeling.

"The position of the master of the Dark Pavilion has always been a family heirloom." As soon as the words came out, Su Wushuang's gaze obviously paused for a moment, but a chill welled up in his back. He Xiao turned his gaze and looked at He Xiao with some doubts.

He Xiao's body, which was originally leaning on the table, suddenly sat up straight, with a cold look on his face, and looked at Bei Minglang aggressively.

Bei Minglang's head was still lowered, and others couldn't see his face, let alone his sight, but listening to his still hoarse voice, he felt a little strange.

"The antidote to the dispersion, the Dark Pavilion Master, should know."

As soon as these words came out, Su Wushuang's face changed suddenly, and the cold sweat on his back brushed the ground even more.

Only He Xiao stood up all of a sudden, strode in front of Bei Minglang, who was sitting, and said in a deep voice: "What are you talking about." ”