Gu Qingting thought about the previous things, and secretly felt that the situation was really unfavorable for them. After discussing with Murong Ci and wanting to make a plan, Murong Ci asked puzzledly:

"You want me to pretend to be crazy and stupid?" Gu Qingting nodded with a serious face and said:

"Now we are in the light, and others are in the dark. If you want to catch the people behind the scenes, you have to put in some effort. Murong Ci frowned and said:

"Then why me?" Gu Qingting didn't raise his head, and chuckled:

"To make a play, you have to do a full set, you almost died the day before yesterday, no one would have thought that you would take your life to make a play." was so angry that the green tendons on Murong Ci's forehead burst out, and he directly picked up the teacup and was about to smash it.

Gu Qingting's face immediately became pleasant, and he said:

"The stakes are high, and only Qing can be entrusted. If you are in a hurry, please forgive me. As he spoke, he poured tea and handed it to Murong Ci with both hands, but Murong Ci was not good at relapsing.

He asked suspiciously:

"So what do I do?" Gu Qingting was also very worried in his heart, and he thought about it a little:

"Now that the situation is chaotic, then you might as well be more chaotic, you pretend to be crazy and don't see anyone for the time being, let's watch the changes." Murong Ci was stunned and said:

"It's not good for the reputation of Zhengyang to spread it, now that the head of the sect is dead, as a member of the Chongyang faction, he should stabilize the current situation." Murong Ci and Gu Qingting grew up together since childhood, but the two acted very differently.

One puts everything on the bright side, and the other lives everything according to his own wishes. Those who can talk are favored by their elders, and those who are assertive are getting more and more lonely.

Now that they are reunited, the contrast between the two of them is becoming more and more obvious. Gu Qingting looked at his face and said with some surprise:

"The head can give you the warrant of the deputy head?" Seeing Murong Ci shake his head, he continued:

"Since I was a child, I have attached great importance to you, and for so many years, I have been cultivating you as a successor. Do you know why the warrant of the deputy head has not been handed over to you? Murong Ci said with tears in his eyes:

"Is it because I'm not good enough?" Gu Qingting nodded and said:

"As the deputy head of the sect affairs, he failed to adapt to many changes. How can he rest assured that you are always one step away from his expectations? Murong Ci's eyes were red, maybe he understood too late, or maybe he let himself down.

He didn't say a word, his eyes glazed and his expression confused. At the moment when Gu Qingting came out of the room, he was heard from an extremely forbearant sobbing to a howling cry.

He looked like he had been crazy again, and the sounds in the room continued for a long time. It wasn't until the junior brother who delivered the meal opened the door that he saw the debris on the ground, and the scattered clothes and quilts were no longer in shape.

He cautiously walked in front of Murong Ci and handed him the food. Murong Ci grabbed it directly with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed the food one bite at a time mixed with snot and tears.

The little junior brother was frightened, and rushed to the front of the hall and said inarticulately:

"Senior brother, he, he seems to be crazy......"