Qin Shi: Starting from saving Yan Lingji

Chapter 131 Warm Boiled Salamander
In the courtyard of the three, Zheng Ze closed his eyes tightly.

He has always been very curious about the "breath" in his body. He can feel it moving through his body, just like he can feel his own blood flow.

Perhaps it was because of his own appearance that "swallowed" the original soul power, or maybe it was because of the blessings of the eternal night, Zheng Ze always felt that his mind was much clearer and calmer than before.

Just like now, just hearing a little hint from the startled salamander, you can copy the scene drawn by the other party.

"When exerting strength, the deepest thoughts in my heart..." Zheng Ze said softly.

At the same time, the leaves that fell to the ground because of his stop were pulled by an invisible force field and began to circle around his body.

Zheng Ze's long black hair fluttered gently, and when he slowly opened his eyes, an inexplicable charm spread around him.

The startled salamander looked at the slender figure standing over there, and frowned slightly, "Is this... also a killing intent?"

Looking at Zheng Ze's murderous intent, almost identical to his own, the startled salamander was a little puzzled.

Every killer in Luowang has blood on their hands, and killing is the meaning of their existence, and as one of the best, she has a sharp and decisive killing intent from the heart that no one can match.

But Zheng Ze, before the snare killer found out, because Yan'er was here, she had observed him quietly, logically speaking, she shouldn't...

Could it be that he also has a bloody past?

It has to be said that seeing Zheng Ze's "true thoughts" in his heart, Jing Xun felt like encountering the same kind, as if he was here, and it didn't seem so abrupt.

But without waiting for her to think about it, Zheng Ze slowly put away this charm, and at the same time, the breath in his body boiled and expanded like boiling water.

As Jingxi said, the inner breath realm of the fifth to sixth floors is indeed a threshold, and there is almost a qualitative leap across the past.

Opening his eyes, a sharp light flashed from his eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.

Here, fame and fortune are indispensable things, but one's own strength is the foundation of relying on these.

He never gave up the pursuit of his own strength, not only his own strength is more reassuring, only the strength is strong enough to have the ability to take time out of the pearl.

Well, not just pearls...

Everything returned to calm, and Zheng Ze, who had withdrawn his breath, raised his head, looked at the startled salamander sitting aside who was still calm, and nodded towards her imperceptibly.

Then he looked at Xiao Yan'er, smiled and said, "The weather is nice today, I'll take you to eat something delicious at noon!"

Hearing this, Yan'er's big eyes lit up, "Really?"

But then he came back to his senses, looked at the startled salamander, and asked hesitantly, "Can I take my mother with me?"

Zheng Ze glanced at the quiet and dangerous beauty sitting there, and shook his head, "She is too seriously injured to go out."

"Oh..." Yan'er nodded, what Zheng Ze said made sense, but she was still a little frustrated.

Today, she was very happy to see that the relationship between Mother and Uncle Ze had improved, but she felt that there was still an inexplicable gap between the two, and she was not happy.

"But you can bring some delicious food back to your mother!" Zheng Ze suggested with a smile.

Hearing this, Yan'er's mood was full of ups and downs, and her smile became sunny again, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Ze."

Yan'er said briskly, and immediately remembered something, "I'll go and wash the rest of the clothes first, Uncle Ze, wait for me, okay?"

Returning the sword to the sheath, Zheng Ze said, "You can put the clothes there and let Tang Ba handle them."

Yan'er shook her head assertively, "No need, it will be washed soon!"

Seeing her persistence, Zheng Ze didn't stop him, but nodded, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you."

"Okay!" She turned her head and looked at the startled salamander, "Mom, I'll go first!"

When the startled salamander nodded, she ran towards the basin of unwashed clothes with her short legs.

When the little girl left, Zheng Ze faced the startled salamander without saying anything, and the atmosphere between the two became somewhat different.

Zheng Ze ignored the stiff atmosphere, put the sheathed sword on the stone table, and sat next to the startled salamander.

Looking at the beauty with black hair coiled up and wearing a beautiful dress, who would have thought that this is a cold killer who kills without blinking an eye?

If it is said that the startling salamander is a sword that can't be warmed up, it is not necessarily the case. He believes that she has her own personality and feelings with her bondage.

Using extreme emotion and sincerity may also be able to impress this beauty guru master.Of course, the premise is to have the ability to resolve the troubles of the trap.

But Zheng Ze didn't do that, he was always honest with her, neither salty nor bland.

Because it is much more useful to talk to Jinger in front of her than to show her sincerity to the startled salamander!
How can there be so many affectionate people in this world, or they will release meticulous tenderness to others as soon as they meet, isn't this clearly telling her, girl, you are so beautiful, can you sleep for a while?

Shocked salamanders are not suitable for sudden enthusiasm. Boiling salamanders in warm water is the best choice.

The faces of both of them were very calm, Zheng Ze said lightly: "Is the injury better?"

His voice didn't show much concern, it sounded like a routine inquiry.But after all, compared to last night, the coldness has been resolved a lot.

Looking at that young face, Shocked Salamander nodded, "Yeah."

"But you can't make a big move yet. Please save me. Don't let my favor go to waste." Zheng Ze seems to have always lacked tenderness and respect for this master.

In this regard, the startled salamander didn't feel any difference, just glanced at him, and didn't answer.

Going out with Yan'er in front of her is also a small temptation.If she was full of guard, she would not agree to leave with her own words.

People are not willing to hand over their handles to hostile people, and will draw a clear line subconsciously.

But now it seems that her adaptation speed is faster than expected.

Grasping the scale, Zheng Ze didn't say anything more, he couldn't be too hasty with the startled salamander, besides, she was still injured.

……

This time, Fu Nian did not go to Zilanxuan alone, but asked Zhang Liang to accompany him.

Firstly, according to what Zhang Liang said, he had contact with Zheng Ze before, so he should know each other better.Secondly, having the grandson of Xiangguo by his side is also a proof for himself.

The carriage stopped slowly before reaching Zilanxuan, and immediately the two of them heard the servant driving the carriage say softly: "You two gentlemen, there are too many people ahead, the carriage may not be able to pass."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang and Fu Nian looked at each other, Zhang Liang was a little puzzled, what happened ahead?
He opened the curtain and looked out, and sure enough, he saw a turbulent crowd in front of him. Besides, there were also carriages in twos and threes around, as if he couldn't get through.

Zhang Liang frowned, thinking whether to order someone to clear the road.

But just thinking this way, I heard the faint voice of conversation coming from outside the car.

"Brother, has Mr. Fu Nian of Confucianism been to Zilanxuan? I wonder if we can discuss knowledge with him when we go in?"

"I don't know. I used to think that Confucianists were too rigid. Mr. Fu Nian's words changed my opinion. Mr. Fu is really a role model for my generation!"

"Extremely, extremely, I am willing to learn from Mr. Fu Nian and save the Gone with the Wind, it is my duty to do so!"

"Mr. Fu Nian must be a person of quality, but I don't know how beautiful Zilanxuan's woman is..."

Zhang Liang didn't dare to continue listening anymore, he quickly put down the curtain, turned his head to look at Fu Nian.

"Mr. Fu Nian..."

　I was warned for driving, and at this time South Korea is still alive, and Zhang Liang hasn’t studied Confucianism yet, so he should still be called Mr. Fu Nian.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)