In the room of the Yunlongpan courtyard, Shen Mengtong and Shen Mengxi sat at a table, looking like they had their own thoughts.

"Mengxi, how do you say that Wen Gongzi should deal with the next thirteen games?" Shen Mengtong looked melancholy.

"My sister is so worried about my master, don't you like him?" Shen Mengxi asked as she looked at her sister very seriously.

Shen Mengtong's face instantly turned red, and she became distracted.

"Sister, don't worry, how can my master be an ordinary person, he has his own way to deal with it!" Shen Mengxi said confidently.

"Mengxi, do you really plan to bet your future fortune on Wen Gongzi?" Shen Mengtong's tone was a little reminding.

Shen Mengxi puffed out her cheeks, and she muttered: "Sister, why are you like your father, anyway, I hate staying at home, and I hate the surname He." ”

Shen Mengtong sneered and said: "You can marry He Pingwang, and now you follow Wen Gongzi so tightly, if you let He Gongzi know, his vinegar jar will not be overturned?"

Shen Mengxi rolled her eyes, and she said angrily: "How can He Pingwang's mediocre talent be compared to Wen Chen." ”

Shen Mengtong smiled and stopped talking, her daughter's thoughts, how she didn't understand, she understood that her sister admired and admired Wen Chen more, if she said that her sister liked Wen Chen, it wouldn't be enough.

And what about Wen Chen? She doesn't know if she likes it, since the last time she competed in the ring to get along with Wen Chen for so long, she feels that Wen Chen is amazing, and it can even be said that Wen Chen is the most thoughtful boy she has ever seen.

When Wenchen came back, Liu Zhi had already warmed Wenchen's bed, Wenchen had never treated her as a sword spirit, but more like a maid to her, not how good it was, nor how bad it was.

"Master, do you really want to compete in the next thirteen games?" Liu Zhi brought hot water to Wen Chen and gently placed it in front of Wen Chen.

When she was a child, she called Wenchen Black Charcoal, and later gradually grew up and called Wenchen Master, because as time went on, she understood her identity, even if Wenchen didn't admit that she was a sword spirit, but she understood her identity.

Wen Chen washed his face, nodded and said tiredly: "I don't have to compare the next thirteen games, I don't know what happened to which sects." ”

"With Qingcheng Mountain and Jianchi Mountain supporting the master, the master doesn't need to worry!" Liu Zhi's voice was soft, like just the right amount of warm water, which made people feel comfortable to listen to.

"Jianchi Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain helps me not only because of Ye Nianjun and Lu Qingqing, Ye Nianjun will give people a headache in the future!"

She skillfully folded Wenchen's clothes neatly, "Ye Nianjun and Lu Qingqing both like their masters, Ye Nianjun is stubborn by nature, and Lu Qingqing has a free and easy personality, what they do in the future is related to their respective personalities, these two people really cannot be ignored." ”

Wen Chen pinched his eyebrows, and he suddenly asked, "Song Wanying, this kid, I really want to hang upside down?"

"If she stays with her master, it will only affect her future. Liu Zhi said.

"This child is simple by nature, if she can figure it out, it will pass in an instant, if she can't figure it out, I'm afraid she will become the second Ye Nianjun. Wen Chen said worriedly.

"She once said: Childe and I have half a life, I repay Childe for the third generation, don't Childe think this sentence is a little strange from the mouth of an eight-year-old girl?" asked Liu Zhi.

"She usually doesn't say a word, how do I know what she thinks?" Wen Chen was a little distressed.

"Why don't you talk to her about it, if Childe says what he is suffering, she will definitely understand. ”

Wen Chen nodded thoughtfully, "I'll talk to her tomorrow." ”

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The moonlight was as bright as a flower, and the roof of the sect courtyard of Yunlongpan suddenly deceived a black figure, her body was as vigorous as a black cat, and when the soles of her feet stepped on the roof tiles, there was no sound at all.

Overnight, all thirteen people competing in the Cloud Dragon Pan were assassinated and killed, and the most incredible thing was that the night vigil disciples of the Cloud Dragon Pan did not hear any sound.

In the last thirteen games, all the finalists died, and only Wen Chen was safe and sound, which made He Qianqiu's face pale, and he decided to go to Wen Chen in person, and a fool could see that this assassination had nothing to do with Wen Chen.

Early in the morning, Ye Qianqiu came to the door of Wen Chen's room, and Wen Chen saw that Ye Qianqiu was still sleepy.

"Wen Gongzi, I am Ye Qianqiu, the head of Yunlongpan, did Wen Gongzi sleep well last night?" Ye Qianqiu asked with an awkward smile.

"What is the reason why Master He is looking for me?" Wen Chen asked with a surprised expression.

"Last night, the thirteen people who participated in the competition were assassinated, Wen Gongzi, the real person doesn't say dark words, do you know?" He Qianqiu looked at Wen Chen with his eyes like a torch, and did not let go of any subtle expression on Wen Chen's face.

And Wen Chen's face was surprised, and he hurriedly said: "Don't make such a joke with the juniors, those thirteen people are not low!"

When Wen Chen said this, cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

Although Ye Qianqiu said that he was suspicious, Wen Chen's reaction could not be faked, he pretended to be calm and said: "This matter is being investigated in the door, and Wen Gongzi should pay attention to his own safety these days." ”

Wen Chen arched his hand and said, "There is Lao He's in charge." ”

After He Qianqiu left, Wen Chen's face was embarrassed, Chang Jun, everyone from one of the forces in the Central Continent, actually sent someone to kill thirteen people who were not under the Seven Realms of the Sword Dao overnight, how terrifying was his power?

This was expected, and it was a surprise!

If Chang Jun had sent a master to kill him last night, he would have really responded to Chang Jun's words, just like crushing an ant to death.

At this time, Liu Zhi came out of the next room, she looked at Wen Chen and whispered: "Master, the strength of the person who came last night is terrifying, above Granny Rong." ”

"He's been here before?" Wen Chen asked with an embarrassed expression.

Liu Zhi nodded, but Wenchen didn't find it.

Chang Jun, hiding too deeply, this little fat man is too terrifying, he prayed in his heart that it would be best not to become an opponent with him in the future!

What relieved Wen Chen was that Chang Jun had the intention of cooperating with him, as long as Chang Jun did not change his face, he was still safe.

What Wen Chen has to do now is to wait for this matter to be decided.

At lunchtime, Wen Chen seemed absent-minded, last night's events were spread throughout the entire Middle Continent, they knew that this matter was planned by Wen Chen, but the matter was solved, Wen Chen was like this, everyone was very confused, but they couldn't ask.

The black and thin Song Wanying kept picking up rice in her mouth, Wen Chen stopped the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, and he looked at Song Wanying.

Song Wanying immediately stopped picking up rice in her mouth, and her two black eyes looked at Wen Chen suspiciously.

Wenchen didn't speak, and she was even more panicked, so she tried hard to make her eating movements much slower.

Wen Chen put a piece of meat in her bowl, and he smiled slightly and asked, "Song Wanying, do you know that you were born with the physique of a qi practitioner?"

Song Wanying wiped her mouth and shook her head vigorously.

"If I want you to go to a place that can give you a future, will you go?" Wen Chen asked in a consultative tone instead of an order this time.

Song Wanying shook her head vigorously again.

"What if you have to go!" the smile on Wen Chen's face gradually faded.

Tears flashed in Song Wanying's big grape-like eyes, and she stared at Wen Chen, like a demonstrative puppy.