Have you ever been seen with resentment?

It felt like dozens of wooden thorns piercing the fingertips, not necessarily bloody, not necessarily painful, but grinding flesh all the time.

Encountering such a resentful gaze, even Xie Wuyi, who was calm, couldn't help but smile helplessly; he even shrunk together with Ling Xiang and avoided it; only if he was as curious as Mu Yurong, he couldn't help but put his elbow on Meng Qingyi's waist and teased.

"What do you owe this aunt! Looks like I'm going to tear you off. ”

Meng Qingyi replied neatly.

"I owe two husbands. ”

Mu Yurong opened her big, innocent eyes, of course, she couldn't understand Meng Qingyi's joke, and Meng Qingyi had already walked out again.

I saw Meng Qingyi's hand shake, and the fast knife that was originally held was clenched back to its sheath, and returned to the scabbard in She Yuxiang's hand.

Meng Qingyi smiled tiredly and said to She Yuxiang.

"I can't be your husband, and I can't pay it back. ”

"If you want to find more Jiang Tianfeng's warmth, this knife has Jiang Tianfeng's blood on it, you can find it. ”

She Yuxiang opened her angry eyes, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.

The green tendons on his neck also burst out with the anger that rose and fell in his chest.

"What if I'm going to kill you?"

Meng Qingyi supported him.

"Then you can use this knife as well. ”

The mouse, who had been fighting with him in the middle of the night, poked his head out of his messy bun, holding a few grains of corn in his hands that he had picked up from nowhere, nibbling on them while watching a good show.

Suddenly, the back of his neck was pinched, and Meng Qingyi pulled it out of his hair and put it on his shoulder.

The mouse sat a little helplessly, and had to face the time.

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"Let's go. ”

Looking at the glitz and glamour of the tunnels, Meng Qingyi did not look like a souvenir.

Now he just wants to get out on the ground and bask in the sun for a while, instead of being tied up to watch the endless moonlight like before.

Xue Qi didn't know when he arrived, and behind everyone, he said gloomily.

"It's easy, do you know how you win?"

Meng Qingyi said with a smile.

"Naturally, it's because my knives are faster. ”

Ling Xiang, who was already desperate, couldn't speak at all, and Mu Yurong, who was elated, said.

"Your knife comes first, it's just very fast and handsome. ”

Meng Qingyi can still flutter and say.

"It's still the little girl's sweet mouth and she can speak. ”

But Xue Qi continued unrelentingly.

"That's because the knife is slow. ”

In fact, Meng Qingyi was also a little embarrassed.

"Frustration can often lead to a person's downfall. I don't know if I can see the sword light of Fengxing in the future. ”

A group of six people also walked out of the lobby, instinctively going outside.

Xue Qi was simply forced to look.

"Your knife was just given to someone so casually?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"I couldn't sleep well for two or three days because I was looked at resentfully by my daughter-in-law. It's better to simply send the knife out and deceive the resentful gaze. ”

Meng Qingyi then smiled and continued.

"What's more, the knife was sent, and there were a lot of benefits, at least I wanted to get both. ”

Xue Qi said.

"Which two?"

Meng Qingyi said.

"My daughter-in-law who has no fate has a son, and in order to take revenge in the future, if she picks up that knife, won't she bring another master on the road of the knife in the great wilderness!"

Mu Yurong, who had always pricked up her ears, said.

"But when the time comes, if someone else's knife is really successful, the first thing to cut is your head. ”

Meng Qingyi touched his neck and stuck out his tongue before he said.

"Well, there's only one real benefit. ”

Mu Yurong said with a slight suspicion.

"What?"

Meng Qingyi glanced at Xue Qi and said with a smile.

"I don't have a knife now, and you can't fight for my life anymore. ”

Xue Qi had a cold face, of course he wouldn't speak again.

At this time, Ling Xiang, who had never spoken, said.

"There's only one real problem. ”

Meng Qingyi said curiously.

"What?"

Ling Xiang pointed to the road ahead and said.

"Where shall we go?"