I didn't know that Lin Hongbin was Lin Chaoxi's second uncle, and flatly denied the triple strike.

"I didn't know that Lin Hongbin was your second uncle. I didn't do the game. Don't talk nonsense."

Lin Chaoxi's delicate body rose and fell, and his snort intensified: "You even lie to me, right?" Mu Qingqing told me everything."

"Did Xiao Beibi tell you that he did Grandpa to clean up my business despicably?"

Lin Chaoxi snorted softly and didn't care: "Then what's the matter, Wang Lao is this temper, you fight with him?" Hit a stone with an egg, and don't look at how many pounds or taels you have......

Speaking of this, Lin Chaoxi stopped talking leisurely, realized that he had said the wrong thing, and added lightly: "Why do you want to involve my second uncle because of your grievances with Elder Wang? My second uncle was a victim."

After a pause, Lin Chaoxi said in a low voice, "I wrote the phone number to you, and you didn't call me. I've been looking for you three times in Fangzhou, and you haven't seen me."

From this night's encounter to the present, Lin Chaoxi still just said half the truth.

She went to Fangzhou to look for me three times.

"Now my second uncle and they are all in. Attempted fraud of a huge amount. A case has been filed."

Lin Chaoxi slowly took off his snow hat, revealing the prosperous face of the snow fairy who bullied the frost race.

"In the morning, Wenbo posted an internal message, and my second uncle and they were all expelled."

I didn't know about it, and that's all I did.

Under the soft orange light, Lin Chaoxi's jade cheeks revealed a little bitterness and sorrow: "My second uncle is quite pitiful, can you let him go?"

I was silent, silent, and after a long while, I whispered, "The state has its own laws."

My eyes suddenly darkened, and it was Lin Chaoxi who blocked the street lights with his head tilted.

She looked at me coldly with her snow-white jade head, her face was resolute, and her obsidian-like eyes were full of reluctance and resentment.

"Yes. The state has its own laws. My second uncle was self-inflicted. To your little master, he is a self-inflicted clown."

"But you're not the slightest bit wrong?"

I didn't speak, just put away the folding stool and got up silently.

"You stop."

Lin Chaoxi pulled me to stand up: "What kind of good person do you think you are? When you were here, you deliberately sent me to support the mountain."

"You and my second uncle, Chen Huan, and Luo Ji are all raccoon dogs."

"Do you dare to admit it?"

Looking at Lin Chaoxi's sad face, the sentence I had prepared in my heart was still unspoken: "It's not early, go home early."

"Wait."

Lin Chaoxi handed over the Tiexuan wood carving in his hand and said coldly, "Give it back to you! I can't afford to pick up your leaks in my life."

"I won't pick it up again."

I nodded silently and took the Tie Xuan wood carving and put it in my backpack.

Lin Chaoxi just looked at me like this, and his hand half-shrunk in the long down cuff wanted to reach out several times, but he couldn't hold back.

Finally, the moment I zipped up my backpack, Lin Chaoxi whispered to me, "I hate you."

"Roger!"

I replied softly and looked at Lin Chaoxi with my head raised: "Goodbye."

After speaking, I suddenly turned around, carried a folding stool, and quietly walked away on the dead leaves on the ground.

"Child teacher!"

Suddenly, the next second.

Lin Chaoxi's cold cold spring sound came, infinitely amplified in my ears: "Comprehensive competition. I'm going to challenge you."

"Lost ......"

"You're not allowed to appear in my presence again for the rest of your life."

"Even if I lose—"

I didn't look back, I didn't respond, I walked silently, like the day I first arrived in Yandu.

Lin Chaoxi didn't hear my response, so he quickly caught up and shouted at my back, "Do you dare to take it?"

"Speak!"

"You speak!"

"Don't you dare to take it?"

"What about the souls of your Fangzhou people?"

"That day in the Bird's Nest, you picked a hundred swords with one sword, and the lone sword pressed the bloodiness of a hundred swords?"

Lin Chaoxi's whimpering cuckoo cried blood, which was as sharp as a knife, and was infinitely amplified by the sweeping north wind, mercilessly stabbing into my chest.

I stopped in the middle of the zebra crossing, looked at the deep black and lonely street, raised my left hand and replied indifferently: "Challenge to write. It was given to Hai Ye on Monday. I'll sign the receipt."

"Good!!"

"Okay—you said—"

Under the shadow of the sycamore tree, there was a mutated scream that Lin Chaoxi tore through the north wind, which was sad and chilling: "You wait!"

"You'll see."

I walked back to the family area, a 10-kilometer walk that took me three hours.

It was almost eight o'clock before dawn, the car lights were dazzling, the street lights were confused, and the pedestrians and vehicles came and went ruthlessly and unjustly interspersed past me, each running to their own distance.

Along the way, I passed a steaming breakfast shop, walked past a cold newsstand, stepped past a gas pipe under repair, and kept looking for the direction of the family area to find my own harbor.

When he walked to the dilapidated gate of Fangzhou, a black Alpha was quietly parked at the door.

The electric car door slowly opened, and Xiaobei's nose was green and green like a flying fairy in Dunhuang: "Assistant Tong. Morning. Have you eaten it?"

"Miss Mu wakes up so early. Thank you. I ate it."

Mu Qingqing was wearing a green wool windbreaker, and she stood in front of the black Alpha, like a popular star who was sought after by everyone.

"That's right. Child Assistant. Grandpa told me to let you know."

Mu Qingqing walked up to me with his hands in his pockets like a proud green swan, and handed over an A4 piece of paper: "The results you want are out, my uncle Chen Huan, Wenbo Lin Hongbin, and Luo Ji have entered."

"And then?"

Mu Qingqing, who was as proud as the old despicable, had no score in his voice than Lin Chaoxi's resoluteness: "Big score. You're 1-0 ahead."

"But I'll warn you, this was only the first half. The final was only five minutes old."

I spoke softly, hoarsely: "I was hit with a heavy cannon in just five minutes, and it's the first half, and it's the final. What are you chasing?"

"Assistant Tong. You're a big man, and grinding your mouth shouldn't be your forte."

The Great Heavenly Maiden took the initiative to admit that her mouth cannon skills were not as good as mine, and immediately threw out another piece of A4 paper, trembling: "This should be what you have to do."