"Boy, let's meet again!"

Wu An's eyes narrowed, and he smiled darkly. Coming in from outside the tent, he was imprisoned with Aomine. Looking at his indifferent appearance, it seemed that there was no trace of surprise, as if he had expected it.

"You're going to kill me?" Aomine asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The old man hates you for not dying!"

"Just for the thousand gold?"

"Hmph!" Wu An sneered and said viciously: "The old man just can't get used to your pretentious appearance, just an inch green, born cheap, you have to pretend to work hard, and you have to and pee on the old man's head! What if I give you a daughter? What about entering the quasi-guard? It's not a cheap life with a first-class qualification, what's the use? The more you toss, the more upset the old man becomes, and hates you for not dying!"

Looking at Wu'an, who was full of resentment and viciousness, Qingfeng was stunned for a while.

Is it just because of his efforts that Uan is going to put him to death?

Looking at the drooping old Wu'an, looking at the back of his dry hand, as if it was dark to black skin, engraved with an inch of green that had become increasingly blurred, Qingfeng's surprised appearance gradually converged. For a lifetime, stopping at the nine products of ink, this helplessness and humiliation, if it were not for Qingfeng's nine years of suffering with an inch of green, he would never have been able to experience it.

One inch of green, known as waste green, this world will never be tattooed unless it is a product qualification. Therefore, the one-inch young literati are often regarded as outcasts of heaven and earth, and their cultivation is difficult, and few people can have the perseverance and patience to persevere in the arduous practice.

The one-inch green writer has become a miscellaneous servant in this world, even if the second-grade qualification pierces the three-inch green, it is definitely a different world. But such a group has become an inferior existence, looking up to others and serving others wherever they go. The external affairs steward that Wu'an did, the snake slave that Qingfeng did, the apprentices of one class and one product, and even the quasi-guards, are all such fates.

The fate of a person's life has been written from the moment he was recognized as a first-class qualification at the age of six or seven. A life of hardship and hopelessness can be an ordeal for anyone. Uan may be more extreme, but he's just a microcosm. He would never see anyone trying to break free from his fate, and that kind of clown-like behavior would make him feel even more clumsy in his existence.

It's just that Wu'an doesn't understand. Qingfeng's inch of green is only temporary, he has too much hope. Even though that hope was illusory, and it was rare to seem to be going to climb to the sky on foot, he was still unwilling to give up. Whatever the fate, isn't it worth it to make it better?

Looking at Wu'an, who was buried in despair, Qingfeng couldn't agree.

"It's a pity that you killed the wrong person!"

"Hehe!" Wu An sneered, "It's just a little more trouble! It was you who killed Dayi, not me!"

Qingfeng frowned, Wu An was still denying it, thinking that what he had just said with Yeyu and Xing Feng was the same. "I gave you the Colorful Star, and it's alive. In any case, it doesn't count on my head!"

"Boy. You gave it to me, and I said it was alive, and it was alive, and when I said it was dead, it was dead. Do you think there's a third person who sees it?"

"No third person saw it. Qingfeng spread his hands, but then retorted: "But, if you give me a thousand gold, can you buy a dead colorful star?

"Hahahaha!" When Wu An heard Qingfeng, he immediately let out a wild laugh, as if he was laughing at his ignorance, laughing so much that tears were about to flow out, "Now it is the righteousness that is dying, and it is your sworn enemy! Who do you think will believe the story you are talking nonsense? Just because of a sum of money, how can I prove that the snake venom is in my hands?"

"I don't need to prove that the snake venom is in your hands!" Aomine smiled and shook his head, "I just need to prove that I don't have the Colorful Star Snake Venom." You, like the three righteous brothers, take yourself too seriously, and you have to share the strength and weakness with me. There is no righteousness in the Quasi-Guard Battalion, and I only need to be in the Quasi-Guard for a few years before I can enter the forging body. When the time comes, you, like the three righteous brothers, will become a dusty existence in my eyes, and at most it will be eye-catching!"

Qingfeng's disparagement made Wu'an angry. Gritted his teeth and said: "You can't escape! This dirty water, the old man has splashed you! You are the snake slave under the old man, whatever the old man says about you, you are what you are!"

Qingfeng sneered, "Justice is at ease!"

He didn't believe that in this crow tribe, black and white could be reversed and right from wrong could be reversed.

Time passed quickly, and after Wu'an and Qingfeng were confined together for half a day, another person was squeezed into this small tent. But the man was not confined here, but came to inquire like a night rain and a wind.

"You killed someone?"

It was a young man, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in a deep black robe, with a cold expression and black star-like eyes, as if there was no fluctuation at all. He came quietly and asked Wu'an, who was sitting on the other side of Qingfeng, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Hearing that voice, Wu'an's body trembled slightly. Without even looking at it, he closed his eyes and said, "No." ”

"It's okay to kill. The man said indifferently, full of arrogance, "Although you are not worthy, it is my father after all, and it is my father who is Wusu." ”

Qingfeng was surprised, he had known Wu'an for nine years, but he never knew that he had a son. It seems that there is a deep grudge between the father and son.

Curious, Qingfeng looked at Wu'an again. But when he heard Wusu's words, the trembling of his body became more intense, and he took a few deep breaths before finally calming down. He said lightly: "You get out! I'm not worthy of being your father, and I'm not worthy of being the father of you, the proud son of heaven with seven qualifications! Even if I kill someone, I don't want you to care! Get out~"

In the end, Wu'an was almost out of control, and the sentence "You get out" almost shouted out all the grief and resentment in the past ten years.

"Only the weak will roar with resentment!"

Wusu was unmoved, and said lightly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Wu'an. Wu'an's chest trembled violently again, as if he was suppressing a huge anger, but in the end, he only turned into a suppressed breath and ignored Wusu again.

Wu Su smiled coldly, and no longer paid attention to Wu An, and was about to turn around and leave.

Before leaving, his gaze swept over Qingfeng and swept over. However, that gaze filled Aomine's diaphragm like a fish in his throat. That gaze, even if it was looked at, seemed to be humiliated, that kind of pride, condescendingly as if looking at a bedbug.

Qing Feng raised his eyebrows, this guy, how can he be so arrogant! Is it because of the seventh-grade qualification? If so, wouldn't his ninth-grade qualification be going to heaven?