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"Student...... The student ......: "Cao Hewen couldn't say why.

Xue Qingshan said irritably, "Swallow and spit out, are you all fart in the past few years?" Don't get back to me yet! ”

"Alas, okay, the student will go back!" When Cao Hewen heard this, he hurriedly ran away, and he didn't care about any beauty or not beauty at the moment.

"Grandpa, you're too fierce!" The cold painting screen ran down Xue Qingshan's chest, so that he could dissipate his anger.

I saw Xue Qingshan, who was still fierce just now, with a kind smile when he faced the cold painting screen, "Grandpa is pretending, grandpa won't murder you!" Let's go, let's go to the second floor. ”

Leng Huaping helped Xue Qingshan to walk up slowly and unlocked the lock.

A smell of books came to her nose, and the smell of thick ink made her troubled mind evacuate a lot.

"What did my grandfather bring me here for?" Leng Huaping asked.

"Let you see for a long time." Xue Qingshan said jokingly, but his eyes looked straight ahead, at the table there.

There was nothing on it, it was empty. There was also a carefully carved chair behind the table, as if a person was sitting there drawing all the things on the second floor of the Juxian Pavilion.

"Grandpa, why is there nothing on that table!" Leng Huaping knows that on the second floor of the Juxian Pavilion, it collects calligraphy and paintings by famous artists. It's not much, but it won't be so obvious that a spot will be vacated!

"Something on it was taken!" Xue Qingshan sighed.

"Someone will take the things in Juxian Pavilion!" It's really the first time I've heard of a cold painting screen.

But before Xue Qingshan could answer, a person suddenly broke in at the door.

"Who are you!" Xue Qingshan asked quickly.

And Leng Huaping looked at him in surprise, Murong Feima's face, but asked Xue Qingshan with a fierce face, "Old man, who took the things on it!" ”

"Who are you!" Xue Qingshan frowned and did not answer his question.

I saw Murong Horse take three steps and make two steps to put the knife on Xue Qingshan's neck, and pushed the cold painting screen away.

"You let go of my grandfather, what do you want to do!" Leng Huaping ran over, and without martial arts, he could only greet Murong Horse with casual punches and kicks.

But how could she compare with someone with martial arts, she suddenly pushed open the cold painting screen and asked Xue Qingshan viciously, "Where is the thing?" ”

"Bloom!" Xue Qingshan calmly cared about the cold painting screen at this time.

But Leng Huaping obviously looked at this Murong horse as if he was injured, and held his left shoulder from time to time.

Leng Huaping immediately ran over and bit down with his sharp teeth.

"Ahh Are you a dog, a woman? Murong Juma angrily used his internal strength, and planned to shoot the cold painting screen out of the Juxian Pavilion, but was hugged by two masked people who arrived in time.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Jiuzhong wore a black mask, holding the lovely child he thought about day and night in his arms.

"You ......" Leng Huaping returned to the second floor safely, but he heard this person's voice very familiar.

In order not to be exposed, Xiao Jiuzhong cooperated with Tu Feng to save Xue Qingshan from Murong Horse's hands, and at the same time drove Murong Horse away.

It's just that when he left, he left a cruel word. "You wait for me, I won't give up if I can't get anything."

Xiao Jiuzhong knew that Leng Huaping was suspicious, so he quickly kicked Tu Feng.

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