Zhao Min came out of Liu Qianxue's house and couldn't help frowning.

Tang Fuji asked with a solemn expression, what happened?

Zhao Min shook his head, his brows furrowed even deeper.

When she was looking at Zhang Liang, she felt something staring at her on the bed.

It's like being stared at, but it's not.

It's a strange feeling that can't be put into words.

It wasn't until she came out of the master bedroom that the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

This is the fundamental reason why she only glanced at Zhang Liang and turned around to leave.

Liu Qianxue's house is not clean!!

Zhao Min was born with a golden key, north of the river, the Zhao family is the king, and she stood at the top of the pyramid as soon as she was born.

Some of the ideas at the top of the pyramid happen to be different from those at the bottom.

The people in the lower classes have no taboos, and most of the people in the six wealthy families believe in fate.

It's like when she turned one year old, and on the day she caught Zhou, she broke a piece of mountain porcelain.

Five years ago, the Yue family was planted in her hands.

In hindsight, it was a coincidence, but why did such a coincidence?

Also, the night before she left the cold palace, she had a dream that she was sentenced to life, and the next day, she was free.

Coincidental?

Is a coincidence the end?

Why such a coincidence?

Bite.

When the elevator came up, Zhao Min walked into the elevator and decided to go home in the afternoon, take a shower and change clothes, and go to the bad luck.

And Liu Qianxue's family, she will not come again. "At five o'clock in the afternoon, the owner of the Guose Building will go back to the headquarters to report, I won't go, you can arrange it."

Zhao Min suddenly changed his itinerary, Tang Buer was stunned for a moment, and nodded respectfully, "Yes, little master!" ”

……

Dog Zhao Min!

Dog woman!

Zhang Liang slept very deeply, and the stickman with the sword stood on his forehead, waving the small sword in his hand angrily.

The stickman who carried the sword vented, lying on Zhang Liang's forehead, with the sword on the back of his head, and shaking his feet with Erlang's legs.

The stickman looked at Zhang Liang's tightly closed eyelashes, because he was small, and his eyelashes were like a row of "big trees".

Therefore, the stickman thinks about a very serious problem.

Who is he?

He doesn't even have to think about this answer, he is Zhang Liang!

But if he is Zhang Liang, who is the fool who sleeps like a dead pig and dreams of studying human creation with Zhao Min and Chu Feiya?

This is a problem. Not a problem either.

Because this dead pig is also Zhang Liang.

The stickman glanced at the little hands.

Forget it, as a stickman, it is better to practice swords honestly, strive to give birth to hands and feet, facial features as soon as possible, and become a villain with a nose, eyes, hands, and feet, this is the most important thing.

So, the little match got up, picked up the sword, and stood on Zhang Liang's forehead to practice the sword.

The nine sword postures were waved again, and the sleeping Zhang Liang shivered.

The little match felt a little stronger.

Make persistent efforts, keep working hard, and set a small goal for the little match first.

Grow a small hand with five fingers!

Liu Qianxue came to the bedroom and found that Zhang Liang was trembling from time to time.

touched Zhang Liang's forehead, there was no fever.

But her hand passed through the small match of the sword.

The little match smelled the fragrance emanating from Liu Qianxue, and her whole body was full of strength.

The speed of sword practice immediately increased by several orders of magnitude.

Nine sword postures, it would have taken two or three minutes to fight once, but with the blessing of the beauty, you can complete a set in nine seconds at most.

Shiver!

Zhang Liang, who was asleep, hit a spirit every few seconds.

Liu Qianxue got into the quilt and hugged Zhang Liang tightly.

Gentle.

It's warm and soft.

Lifting the sword and the little match feels more powerful, and it can be done in an instant, after practicing the sword.

In an instant, that is, with a flick of the fingers, one sixty-fifth of the time, nine sword postures were completed.

However, Match did not do this, and instead stopped practicing his sword.

Because if he did, he knew he was going to die.

Killing chickens and taking eggs, the essence is drained, and you will inevitably die!

"Sister, sister......"

At more than eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Liang woke up hungry, opened his eyes, and felt Liu Qianxue's gentleness.

There was an immediate reaction.

The small match with the sword jumped out and practiced the sword, Zhang Liang was excited, and instantly regained his calm.

Little Match complained in annoyance: Do you want to die?

Zhang Liang's legs felt as if they had been emptied, and he glared at the little match: You didn't hurt it?

The little match is not satisfied: the essence is rare, and it is wasted out of the body, so it is better to use it to support me.

Zhang Liang grinded his teeth: I'm too lazy to bother with you, but it's okay, it's not wasted.

The little match lifted the sword and practiced, after the nine sword postures were played, a cold air from the soles of Zhang Liang's feet, straight to the balls, Zhang Liang shivered: The consumption of labor and capital is already big enough, do you want to kill chickens and take eggs? Practice again when labor and management recover!

Little Match covered her forehead: Is it fun to talk to yourself? Is it that I want to practice? Obviously you like to masochist? Isn't it refreshing to shiver? Hey, hey, hey......

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Zhang Liang laughed sullenly.

Practicing swords is really addictive.

It's more convenient and faster than snapping.

The main thing is low consumption.

Energy conservation.

If it really snaps, like he is today, it is a person who is dead.

"Awake?"

Liu Qianxue was woken up by laughter.

Although she was flustered in her heart, as the president, she got up calmly on the surface, "Are you hungry?" My sister is going to get you something to eat. ”

"Thank you, sister!"

Zhang Liang looked at Liu Qianxue's figure, the evil fire was just about to rise, and he controlled the stickman to practice the sword again.

A spirit, with a clear mind, lit a cigarette.

Enter Sage Mode!