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Chapter 105 What a tiger and wolf talk

I know very well what Junior Sister meant by what she said.

But he just refused to agree to her.

I feel like I will starve myself to death if you dare not see me.

So the two of them pulled each other childishly all the way.

Lu Qingfei reached out and stroked Li Heng's Adam's apple, threatening: "You can't let my senior brother starve."

Li Heng said decisively: "Then kill him."

"No."

"Why not?"

"It doesn't work anyway."

"A hundred times dead."

"No."

...

Finally, sleepiness came over him, and Lu Qingfei couldn't resist the deep tiredness, so he fell into a deep sleep on Li Heng's back.

Li Heng's inner demon is a dark area and a woman with a blurry appearance.

Lu Qingfei knew that the woman was his mother. Among the immortal cultivation families, the most famous one was Li Ya, who ascended to heaven a thousand years ago, that is, Tian Dao.

Li Heng's mother was a good friend of the Second Elder who he met during his training. His father was an extremely gifted cultivator of his generation. In order to improve his cultivation, his father learned from his ancestors to practice ruthlessness and killed his wife to prove his truth.

Li Heng slaughtered his father's family with a single sword, rebelled against the sect, shocked the world, started a killing spree, and openly opposed the entire righteous path.

Li Heng was condemned by thousands of people and became an evil demon that everyone turned pale at the mention of, but he never changed in her heart.

All hatred in the world has cause and effect. Lu Qingfei will not stop Li Heng from taking revenge, not to mention that if he doesn't kill others, others will kill him.

She wouldn't get too involved in his affairs.

The only way to feel relieved is to avenge yourself.

Just like Xu Li, Lu Qingfei did not give her his contact information in order to avoid Xu Li's first reaction of asking for help when she encountered trouble.

No one will always be by your side to save you at all times. You must learn to solve problems by yourself and grow from them.

When experiencing life in the world, I often hear love stories between talented men and beautiful women, love at first sight, marriage first and then love, enemies becoming lovers... and so on.

The most passionate part is the story of the talented scholar and the beautiful lady going from being at loggerheads to falling in love.

When the talented scholar met the beautiful woman for the first time, he judged her to be a vicious woman because she chose to kill to protect herself.

Without knowing the full picture, the talented scholar arbitrarily judges the good and evil of others based on his shallow knowledge. Even if he is full of sympathy and tries to save the beauty later, it cannot cover up his exhausted spiritual world.

This story was told to Zhong Qinxiu by his friends, and he told them.

Yan returned and asked, "Why don't you introduce your friends to us?"

"No." Zhong Qin said seriously, "They all like Junior Sister!"

Lu Qingfei, whose face was covered with bright and beautiful clouds, bit the beef patty and looked up in confusion.

"They had always thought that the junior sister was self-indulgent and unlearned, but when they saw her take action last month, they fell in love with her and said that this was just a remake of a story!"

Zhong Qin looked around cautiously as if facing a formidable enemy. "If they knew that my junior sister was here, they would definitely rush to offer betrothal gifts!"

When he returned from the banquet, he smiled modestly.

Fu Liu held onto the edge of the table, bent over with laughter.

Even the serious Xie Yunji couldn't help but turn his face away and smile.

Only Li Heng nudged Lu Qingfei with his knee with a forced smile.

No one else noticed the furtive movements under the table, but Lu Qingfei, the person involved, was very aware of it.

She glanced at his unfriendly gaze and smiled muffledly.

Fu Liu came up to Lu Qingfei and asked curiously, "Who are they? Which sect are they from? What are they like?"

Sects are divided into good and bad, and people are divided into good and evil.

Lu Qingfei: "No impression."

Dadao believed that Lu Qingfei did not judge people or things based on good or evil, and treated all things in the world equally, and that he had long been a ruthless and powerful person.

But she forgot that what she practiced was never Taoism.

Fu Liu: "Think about it again."

Lu Qingfei scooped up the red bean dumplings with a spoon, thought carefully and said, "The clothes are pink."

"Pink..." Fu Liu pinched his chin and pondered for a moment, "A double-breasted collar with brocade outlines, and jacquard embroidery with flowing cloud patterns on the sleeves and hems?"

Lu Qingfei: "It seems so."

"They are probably from the Hehuan Sect. They like someone because they want to practice dual cultivation with her."

Fu Liu said thoughtfully, "They have good taste in choosing you, but... just blind them. I tell you, the people of the He Huan Sect are not sincere. They just want to use you as a cauldron for cultivation. Their sweet words cannot be trusted."

Fu Liu moved closer and whispered in Lu Qingfei's ear, "But I heard that the practitioners of the Hehuan Sect all sleep well."

A question mark slowly appeared on Lu Qingfei's forehead.

…What kind of a lewd word is “good sleep”? Why did this topic suddenly come up?

The elder sister enthusiastically shared her experience of looking at men with the younger sister, and the younger sister finished a bowl of glutinous rice balls with a calm mind.

……

A cultural relic restorer must not only understand the main characteristics of cultural relics from various dynasties, but also be familiar with various types of restoration materials, master knowledge in related fields such as chemistry, physics, and materials science, and have good artistic skills.

When Lu Qingfei didn't go back to the sect, she would go to Jiang Heng's place. She didn't use his study, but directly spread a thick and soft blanket on the big sofa in the bedroom, put the books on it, and curled up in the pile of books to read.

Most of the time when Jiang Heng came back, he would see Lu Qingfei sleeping freely among a pile of books.

This day was no exception.

Jiang Heng took the book from Lu Qingfei's hand, picked her up, carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then went to take a shower.

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom did not reach the bedroom, but Lu Qingfei still woke up.

She tilted her head and looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The bright moon breaks through the obstruction of dark clouds, the evening breeze stirs the branches of flowers, and the shadows dance in the watery moonlight.

After a nap, Lu Qingfei was no longer sleepy. Her pupils were covered with a faint mist. She rubbed her eyes, stretched out her arm to take her phone, and boredly browsed various news. Lu Qingfei thought of the ceramic restoration work she did at the archaeological site, piecing together hundreds of fragments into a piece of porcelain. She also thought of the restoration of the Five Oxen Picture in the National Memory. She rinsed the paper with cold water and hot water, slowly turning a pile of gray paper into the Five Oxen Picture.

Turning to the entertainment channel, a new drama starring a top female star was aired, and was badly tarnished by the internet trolls hired by jealous rivals.

Those who don’t know would think that the top female star has violated the laws of heaven.

…Oh, she herself has a lot of haters, but I don’t pay much attention to them.

Lu Qingfei was lost in thought and looked a little distracted.

When Jiang Heng came out, he saw her looking dazed, as if she was daydreaming. She didn't know what she was thinking about, and she was in a daze.

He leaned wearily against the head of the bed, his long legs casually resting on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his long arms to pull her into his arms.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lu Qingfei pulled his thoughts back and slowly moved his eyes across Jiang Heng's pajama pants, where his bony ankles were clearly visible. He paused for three seconds and said nonchalantly:

"I was wondering what you were thinking when you were so bloody and mad with revenge that you turned around and saw me."

Jiang Heng rested his chin on the top of Lu Qingfei's head, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What do you think?"

He was covered in blood at that time. As soon as she supported him, he hugged her tightly, buried his head in her shoulder, and laughed softly.

It should be relief, ease, and worry.

She was worried that he would leave the sect and she would stop liking him.

People have many sides.

Sometimes even I can't tell which side is true and which side is false.

But Lu Qingfei felt that every aspect of his senior brother was extremely real.

If her life in the world of cultivation was a game, then he was the only one she could be sure of.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and a light smile spread across Lu Qingfei's eyes, with a watery color surging.

"I guess you're thinking, I'm going to dirty my junior sister's new clothes and get her covered in blood."

Jiang Heng: "..."

He did get her covered in blood, and then he paid her with a bunch of clothes and jewelry as compensation.

Speaking of jewelry, Jiang Heng took the black box on the bedside table and opened it. Inside was a luxurious custom-made women's watch.

He grabbed Lu Qingfei's hand and slowly put the watch on her. Her snow-white skin, like mutton-fat jade, made the watch look even more gorgeous.

Lu Qingfei looked the watch up and down and asked, "Does it look good?"

"Ah."

"Am I prettier, or is my watch prettier?"

Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows: "Why are you asking? Of course you are the best looking."

She smiled, "Sweet talk."

Lu Qingfei turned over and lay on Jiang Heng. She supported his chest with her arms, looked up at him, and asked curiously:

"How do you know that Jiang Chi and Zhou Jinghuai have been together for a long time?"

Jiang Chi has been in Haicheng since he was fifteen, and only returns to Beijing during the New Year and other holidays. Although Zhou Jinghuai has many scandals, he keeps his relationship with Jiang Chi very secret.

Jiang Heng touched Lu Qingfei's cheek, which was as cold as ever.

"Their license plate is a couple's number."

Lu Qingfei suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

She thought he had just happened to see the young couple secretly dating.

Lu Qingfei asked again: "My uncle asked me to go back for dinner on his birthday. Do you want to go with me?"

Her eyes were dark and bright, like the mist of spring water, with a faint smile.

Jiang Heng said in a leisurely tone: "You don't let me see your master, but let me see your uncle?"

"Just say whether you want to go or not."

Lu Qingfei moved his feet and unconsciously hooked his trouser legs, rubbing his calf skin.

Her feet were cold too.

It seems like it can never be warm.

"Go." Jiang Heng said briefly.

After saying that, he turned over, pressed her under him, and looked at her deeply: "Sweating a little?"

"I don't want to take a shower anymore."

She would definitely have to take a shower after that, but she was too lazy to move now.

Jiang Heng said: "I'll help you."

His kisses rained down on her face, from her eyebrows to her lips, taking her breath away.

The man's hot kiss imprinted on her neck, causing a tingling sensation. He unbuttoned her pajamas, sniffed the faint fragrance on her body, and suddenly stopped.

Lu Qingfei found that Jiang Heng buried his head in her, sniffing everywhere, almost smelling her whole body.

Lu Qingfei asked in surprise: "Are you a dog?"

It doesn't smell that way.

Jiang Heng wrapped his strong arms around Lu Qingfei's waist, lay down, and let her lie on top of him again.

"Who did you meet tonight?"

Lu Qingfei looked into his dark eyes, thought for two seconds and said, "Ming Shuo, my cousin."

She asked, "Do I smell strange?"

"No." Jiang Heng responded nonchalantly.

Lu Qingfei's chin rested on his collarbone and his face was buried in the crook of his neck for a while. He raised his head and was about to speak, but the man pinched his chin and lightly bit his lips.

His other hand moved down along the waistline, teasing and caressing with an unknown force.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other continued.