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Chapter 607 The Moon Doesn’t Sleep, I Don’t Sleep (11)

Song Qin was annoyed that there was no movement on the monster hunting disk, but he felt that Lian Qiao was too much like the banshee in his memory.After a stalemate for a while, he lifted his lips: "Young Master Wu, that banshee has really killed 99 people, and the woman in your room is too suspicious. You said she is your sister, is she really her own sister, really? Did you watch her grow up?
Mr. Wu, I'm doing it for your own good. Aren't you afraid of becoming the hundredth man who died in his sleep? "

Wu Chen didn't refute immediately, and Song Qin knew that she wasn't his own sister at all, so he said while the iron was hot: "Mr. Wu, although I don't have any evidence, I suggest you move out of this room and leave her after getting off the ship."

Song Qin's words were actually to the point, but Wu Chen remembered Lian Qiao's words.

She said, don't be afraid of me until you know the truth, okay.

He said, good.

In the end, Wu Chen's answer was: "Young Master Song, don't knock on the door at night in the future, so as not to disturb everyone's dreams."

"you!"

Wu Chen closed the door, Song Qin clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice: "It's unreasonable to be obsessed with obsession!"

On the way to Jiangnan, Song Qin was pale every day.Even though she was not feeling well, she still stared at Lian Qiao's every move.

Lian Qiao looked at Song Qin's precarious body and his jealous eyes, and could only feel that this demon catcher was too dedicated.

"Young Master Song, don't worry about it, okay?" Lian Qiao was really helpless, such a male protagonist was almost tossed into a trance, wishing to stare at her all the time!

If eyes can kill, Lian Qiao feels that she has died N+1 times.

"Demon girl, do you think you are a flower demon?"

Lian Qiao has heard such unnutritious words countless times, so she helplessly raised her forehead: "You will believe me when I tell you? I say I am not, but you don't believe me. So what can I say I am? The one in your hand The plate shouldn't be moving, right? Even so, you still can't do anything to me."

Song Qin's hand resting on the table had veins popping out, Lian Qiao glanced at it, and said, "I heard from Yuqiu that he will be able to go to the south of the Yangtze River tomorrow, so Mr. Song seems to have to hurry to the capital. If that's the case, tomorrow he will go to Jiangnan." Say goodbye."

Hurry up, bright and bright light bulb.

Song Qin couldn't figure out what went wrong, Tan Lianqiao wasn't a flower demon, or was this monster hiding his breath day and night?
With a cold snort, Song Qin returned to the room with a pale face.

After returning to the palace to see his father, he immediately went to see his master.

One day, he will catch the flower demon who caused troubles in the world!
According to the original plan, after Wu Chen sent Lian Qiao to Jiangnan, he planned to go back with the caravan in a few days.But the plan can never keep up with the changes. When Lian Qiao was thinking about how to keep Wu Chen, she never thought that she would run into Tan Zhou, the magistrate who came to inspect the pier as soon as she got off the boat.

When he saw Lian Qiao's silhouette, even though there were countless workers carrying goods in the middle, Tan Zhou still felt that everyone disappeared at that moment, and the surroundings became quiet, leaving only the girl in his eyes.

"My lord, are you okay?" Seeing that he was distracted, the subordinate next to him couldn't help asking.

Tan Zhou shook his hands, ignored his subordinates, and strode towards Lian Qiao. "Pretty!"

Lian Qiao followed the sound and turned her head, and saw a middle-aged man with reddish eyes.

This is Tan Lianqiao's father.

The father of a girl of the same origin as the original owner.

The people around stopped what they were doing, and an insider murmured in a low voice:

……

　I can’t do it anymore, I’ll check the typos again when I get up tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)