If Yingjingjing is not Yingjingjing, but another random bystander, then she must be fearless, but she is such an identity.

This is also what Yingjingjing has been working for, she has already paid so much for this, so naturally she can't break everything here.

No, she can't, and she never allows that!

Ying Jingjing's face turned a little paler, and his palms, which had been relaxed, suddenly clenched.

The crumpled note was still a little edged, and those edges and corners pierced Ying Jingjing's palm, but she continued to tighten her fingers without care.

At this time, only like this, only with such a dull pain, can she always stay awake.

"What does His Royal Highness King Jing want from the slave family?"

The sound of Yingjingjing in the air seemed so thin, and the aftersound was squeezed and narrowed in the hot air, and gradually disappeared.

It seems that Yingjingjing at this time has no power to fight back.

Chu Yunshen's smile was even stronger, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and his thin lips slowly said:

"Don't be in a hurry, talk slowly."

Looking at Chu Yunshen's clear face, Ying Jingjing's mood did not relax in the slightest, and after taking a deep breath several times, she improved a little from her restless state.

She quickly tucked the bleeding ball of paper into her sleeve, and moved her numb fingers again, and then began to play with the tea on the table.

Chu Yunshen didn't say anything to stop him, he only watched Ying Jingjing's gesture change, and then shifted his gaze to the tea leaves that were quickly unfolding.

Needless to say, Yingjingjing's movements speak for themselves.

She agreed to Chu Yunshen's proposal to 'talk slowly', and to a great extent cooperated with Chu Yunshen's conditions.

There are rules in heaven and earth, and there are many things that people don't want to do but have to do, and Yingjingjing is like this.

The hot tea was poured into the cup, and the conversation between the two in the room officially began.

The tea is leisurely, and the evening breeze is leisurely.

I don't know if Ying Jingjing didn't pay attention just now, or it was deliberately arranged by God, the door turned out to be windless and automatically opened, but the door only opened a small crack and stopped.

Originally, such a movement must have disturbed the conversation between the two in the room, but unfortunately now none of them had time to worry about it.

I don't know which sentence to start, Ying Jingjing and Chu Yunshen began to deal with each other, and they didn't speculate for more than half a sentence, so that the discussion between the two people had not yet reached the end.

I can't remember who made the move first, it should be Yingjingjing.

She directly took out an embroidery needle as thin as a hair from the cuff with a bent hand, and with a wave of her hand in the next second, the needle followed her hand and pierced Chu Yunshen's neck.

Chu Yunshen's speed was even faster.

When he stepped forward sideways, he leaned back directly, and then ripped off the tablecloth hard, and clamped Yingjingjing's body with both hands, so that Yingjingjing's upper body was pressed against the table and couldn't move at all.

The tea bowls and cups on the table fell one by one the moment the tablecloth was torn off.

I don't know what material this tea set is made of, but it just fell with a 'clang', but none of it was broken.

Yingjingjing's body can't move, but people can still speak. Her face was forced to stick to the table, and she could only say coldly:

"Your Highness, what is this going to do?"

Chu Yunshen's hand tightened a little more, and when he heard Ying Jingjing's uncontrollable muffled snort, he lowered his voice and asked sharply in Ying Jingjing's ear:

"Lord Su Chenglin was also killed by you?" Su Fushou', are you a disciple of the Tang Sect? ”

Ying Jingjing sneered and took a deep breath to relieve the pain, "Your Highness actually believes those rumors?" Where did the five poisons of the Tang Sect come from, but it was just a trip between the thousands of Tibetan flowers that did not enter the stream. ”

Her voice grew lower, and the last words were so inaudible that they were barely audible.

At the same time, there seemed to be a strange noise outside the door, but neither of them was distracted.

This is already a critical moment, and no one dares to let up.

Chu Yunshen was about to speak again, but Ying Jingjing was even faster. Her body speed was amazing, her body was as flexible as a snake, she writhed in an extremely weird posture, and in the next second, she could actually kick Chu Yunshen towards Chu Yunshen's abdomen with a sideways flying leg.

If it was just an ordinary flying kick, it would have been fine, but an extremely sharp blade popped out of the tip of Yingjingjing's shoe at some point.

The blade was cold, and there was a blue-tinged poison on it.

If this kick can be hit, Chu Yunshen will definitely die immediately, so Ying Jingjing can be regarded as exhausting all his strength, and only thinks of killing with one move.

She overestimated herself too much, and she also underestimated Chu Yunshen too much.

In the next second, the situation turned, and Ying Jingjing had already been grabbed by Chu Yunshen and turned around directly.

This time it was changed to her sitting on Chu Yunshen's lap, Chu Yunshen seemed to be holding her, but in fact, he clamped Ying Jingjing's foot with one hand, and firmly imprisoned Ying Jingjing's arm with the other hand.

At this point, Yingjingjing's skills are not as good as others, so they can only obediently obey, like showing weakness and threatening.

"Won't Your Highness let me go?"

"Wanzang Sect, the sect whose name was crossed out by the Wulin League, you passed it on here."

This time, Chu Yunshen's voice was extremely flat, without any doubts.

Ying Jingjing didn't seem to expect Chu Yunshen to know what she said, but she didn't mention it too much, just pursed her lips and maintained this action, staring at Chu Yunshen stubbornly.

After a while, Chu Yunshen let go of Yingjingjing's feet, and pushed Yingjingjing outward:

"Let's go."

Ying Jingjing's body was very sore, but she still turned around as quickly as possible, which perfectly stabilized her figure.

"You'll let me go?"

"This is your inn," Chu Yunshen dusted off his robe with a slight smile.

"Besides," he raised his head, his Danfeng eyes flashed with an unknown light, and he said meaninglessly, "Haven't you already negotiated with Boss Ying?" ”

Ying Jingjing was slightly stunned, she stayed where she was and then eased up after a while.

Nodding silently at Chu Yunshen, tidying up his clothes, and adjusting the expression on his face, Ying Jingjing left the room silently.

When she and Chu Yunshen saw the slightly open door of the room, both of them were stunned, but Ying Jingjing still left by herself without looking back, leaving Chu Yunshen alone in the room to think thoughtfully.

The corridor is still full of people, and in recent days, the inn has become more and more lively night by night, and everyone seems to be partying vigorously. Only Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was still standing at the railing of the corridor, was still pouting and crying at Mu Bai.

Poor Mubai, where does he have any experience in coaxing girls.

In his barren memory, only the little daughter raised by the master and his wife, the little glutinous rice dumpling that he did not want to be called 'junior sister' by Mu Bai, was once thrown to Mu Bai by his master and his wife and raised them for a period of time.

That was the time when Mu Bai was most reluctant to look back, and he and his brothers were tossed by glutinous rice dumplings every day, and they couldn't say anything about their suffering, and they had tears for themselves.

So much so that when the master and the master came back, Mu Bai held the recruitment letter sent by Chu Yunshen, and immediately offered to move to King Jing's mansion.

At this time, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain, coincided with the glutinous rice dumplings in her memory, which scared Mu Bai so much that he couldn't wait to fall from this tall building on the spot.

"Ancestor, can I call you ancestor?" Mu Bai pleaded with Cheng Xiaoxiao with a bitter face.

"He just hugged someone, maybe it was just a misunderstanding?"

Holding the square handkerchief that had been sent out for a long time, Mu Bai couldn't remember how many times he had explained to Chu Yunshen tonight.

Now Chu Yunshen really owes him a lot, Mu Bai looked at his arm that was slightly oozing blood, and smiled helplessly.

The sleeves that were infiltrated by blood were made by Cheng Xiaoxiao when she first bumped into Mu Bai, and the wound was afraid that it would have cracked open and scabbed with blood, after all, Mu Bai had listened to half a cup of tea just by listening to Cheng Xiaoxiao crying here.

This does not include the time when Cheng Xiaoxiao scolded bitterly, the effort to cry out of breath, and the process of Mu Bai helping Chu Yunshen explain over and over again.

"Yes, but I ......"

Cheng Xiaoxiao was already crying until she choked, she hiccuped, and she couldn't turn the sobbing sound for a long time.

Mu Bai wanted to help her smooth out, but when her hand was raised in the air and she felt that it was inappropriate, she could only look at Cheng Xiaoxiao with encouraging eyes.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was also angry, she took a deep breath, and whispered with tears in her eyes:

"I just saw it with my own eyes!"

Mu Bai almost didn't stand firm and fell, he held on to the carved railing with one hand, stretched out his forehead with the other, and said weakly:

"Gotcha! Four hundred and eighty-three times, you continued, I will help you count them, help you write them down. ”

Cheng Xiaoxiao was even more aggrieved, she didn't know that she was so bad now. But this is also the first time she has fallen in love, she may have suffered too much, but she didn't show it in front of Chu Yunshen, she can be regarded as progressing.

Isn't that a sign of sensibility?

Count, count a ball.

Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't show it in front of Chu Yunshen, but now she is acting vividly in front of Mu Bai, didn't she see that Mu Bai was about to have a nervous breakdown?

It can only be said that the year is unfavorable and the friends are careless.

Mu Bai stalled Chu Yunshen's stuffy gourd, and met Cheng Xiaoxiao, an annoying spirit, this is all fate.

Mu Bai, who gave up struggling for fate, kept a face, and nodded with Cheng Xiaoxiao's words from time to time, getting rid of the existence of a crying tool person.

Maybe it's too exhausting to vent her emotions, or maybe Cheng Xiaoxiao herself wants to continue to indulge herself.

She actually cried and began to cry and began to scream, and the hunger that came from her stomach was very strong. With a loud noise in her stomach, Cheng Xiaoxiao apologized to Mu Bai embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I seem to be a little hungry, why don't we go down and eat and talk?"

"Still talking?"

Mu Bai's eyes widened, and his whole face was full of resistance.

Cheng Xiaoxiao could see that Mu Bai's whole person was not good, this was also the first time she saw Mu Bai so panicked, to be honest, it was a little funny.

So Cheng Xiaoxiao really laughed unceremoniously.

The unfallen tears in her eyes all fell because of the trembling of laughter, which frightened Mu Bai and reflexively handed the square handkerchief.

Unexpectedly, this time Cheng Xiaoxiao took it.

She unceremoniously blew her nose and wiped her tears with that square handkerchief, and under Mu Bai's disgusted eyes, she said cautiously in a thick nasal voice:

"Mu Bai, do you know that you really hate it."

After speaking, without waiting for Mu Bai to open his mouth to refute, Cheng Xiaoxiao quickly answered: "But thank you." ”

Mu Bai originally refuted the words and had to say them, but looking at Cheng Xiaoxiao's serious expression, he still swallowed the words back silently, just muttered in his mouth:

"Crying and laughing, it's really sick."