"Ask the five sons to write down the answers on paper. The maidservant ordered someone to give a pen and paper to each of the five people present.

After several people looked at each other, they began to write.

But just as he was about to move, the son of Beiyuan Sword Venerable snorted coldly without squinting: "Whoever enters the third level with me will die!"

Several people who were writing, all of them had trembling palms, and one of them even shook his brush to the ground.

As early as after the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable came, they had the heart to retreat.

This person's arrogance and domineering are well known, how can it end well to compete with her for women?

After three of them looked at each other, they put down their pen and paper very tacitly and left the villa without saying a word.

When leaving, they all quickened their pace, lest the last one stay and become the target of revenge by the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable.

As a result, only Xia Qingchen was left present.

He held a pen and paper in his hand, and he didn't even write it, so he only said lightly: "She's bored, I'm even more bored!

The maidservant couldn't help but look at Xia Qingchen a few times, and when the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable was clearly threatened, he actually stayed indifferently.

Moreover, she observed, from beginning to end, he did not look at the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable.

That's not ignorance, it's ignorance, ignoring the other person at all.

Also noticing him, of course, was the son of Beiyuan Jianzun, who clasped his hands in front of his chest, squinted at Xia Qingchen with his eyes, and his eyes were cold: "What is the name?

If Xia Qingchen was late and was accidentally left to the third level, he would be in a good mood and let him go.

But this person didn't even move at all, which shows that he has no respect for him!

"Nobody talks to you, shut up. Xia Qingchen glanced at him, and then looked at the maidservant with an expressionless face.

The latter couldn't help but be surprised, and cautiously looked at the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable with a blue face.

On Linlang Island, someone dared to speak to the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable like this?

It's incredible!

"I don't bother to say anything more to the dead. Tie Qing, the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable, had a trace of cruelty on his face.

He made up his mind to keep his promise.

Seeing this, the maidservant had to proceed to the third level as soon as possible: "Since there are only two left, then, let's go directly to the third level." ”

She led the way and led the two to the backyard.

The backyard is full of flowers and plants, and on a pavilion that rises from the ground, a young woman wearing a peacock skirt, with a cold expression and a skin like jade, is playing the piano.

In front of him was a pot of tea and two teacups.

Around the pavilion, countless beautiful flowers bloom, the number is dazzling.

"In the third level, find a black rose, and those who find it can hold the rose to the pavilion. After the maid finished speaking, she silently withdrew.

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun stared at the daughter of Fuqin, changed his wild and domineering manner, and said politely: "Miss Yun, I asked for a peony fairy dew for you in Wangyue Tower. ”

"I will give it to you later, I hope Miss Yun likes it. ”

It turned out that he rushed out of the Moon Tower with a roar, just to see Yun Huaxin.

Yun Hua's heart was not raised, he looked extremely arrogant, and his voice was as gentle as water: "Han Gongzi has a heart." ”

"Haha, this is for you!" the son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable smiled, and his eyes swept around, looking for a black rose.

At his level, his eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, and it is easy to find a black rose among thousands of flowers.

Suddenly, the rest of the light caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in a green grass.

"Hehe, I found it!" he stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, the wind around him was fierce, raging the flowers all over the ground.

For a time, thousands of flowers flew into the sky, scattered like scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden, and charming eyeballs.

The son of Beiyuan Jianzun subconsciously covered it with his sleeves, and when the wind calmed down, he looked at a young man dressed in plain clothes, carrying it with one hand and holding a black rose in the other.

Its figure is elegantly dusty, like a mortal immortal standing among the gorgeous flowers.

"You are bold! put it down for me!" The son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable looked at him and snorted in his mouth.

He strode forward, and rushed forward with a figure of 1,600 feet in one step.

The two sides were only twenty feet apart, and for him, it was only one step away.

The fierce light in his eyes jumped, and when he stepped forward, he slapped Xia Qingchen's head with his palm.

What stunned him was that his palm clearly hit Xia Qingchen, but there was a sound of air penetration.

When he looked at it again, where was there any Xia Qingchen in front of him, and the other party disappeared out of thin air like a ghost, leaving only the remnants of the flowers.

Just as he was looking around, on the gazebo not far away, Xia Qingchen's warm man's voice came.

"It's not easy to see you. Xia Qingchen put the rose in his hand and gently placed it on the table.

The son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable raised his eyes and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

This place is at least 2,000 feet to the pavilion, how did the other party pass by in an instant?

But no matter how it passes, going against the will of his son of the Northern Abyss Sword Venerable is the way to die.

"You're really looking for death!" "The son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable was murderous, and walked quickly with a gloomy face.

But after a few steps, a nun wearing a Buddhist robe with a rosary in her hand flashed out.

She saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, since the donor has already seen the young lady, please ask Han Gongzi to abide by the rules and come back another day." ”

The son of the Beiyuan Sword Venerable stopped his steps, looking at the nun in front of him, a little jealous.

His eyes changed again and again, and finally he looked at Xia Qingchen on the pavilion unwillingly, and shook his sleeves hatefully: "Wait for me!"

On Linlang Island, no one has dared to treat the son of his Beiyuan Sword Venerable as air!

on the gazebo.

Yun Hua's slender jade fingers stopped, gently pressed the strings that lingered, and said without raising his head: "Childe, please sit down." ”

She gracefully fetched the teapot and filled the other teapot.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, with a faint floral fragrance.

"This tea is picked from spring flowers, concocted in a thousand-year-old kiln, mixed with 100-year-old dried spices, and soaked in rootless spring water. She said lightly.

But he only had tea in his eyes, and he hadn't even looked at Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen didn't even glance at the so-called flower tea, he stood here, not tasting tea, but just sending a letter: "I'm here to ......"

She took a sip of herself lightly and interrupted Xia Qingchen's words: "If you have any martial arts confusion, I can answer it, if you are in love, please don't open your mouth." ”

She has become accustomed to the fact that everyone who is lucky enough to drink tea with her deliberately shows herself and wins her favor.

Therefore, first give Xia Qingchen a reminder and let him not waste his efforts.

Xia Qingchen withdrew the words that came to his mouth, and took out the letter of the Heavenly Hate Minister without saying a word and put it on the piano platform.

However, Yun Huaxin didn't even look at it, and with a flick of his sleeve robe, he swept the letterhead to the ground, with a cold and unhappy expression: "I said, don't talk about love, only talk about martial arts." ”

What is the purpose of presenting a love letter in person?

Xia Qingchen's face was expressionless, and he said indifferently: "I'm not here to talk about martial arts, let alone romance. 2k reading network