Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Hearing a cold voice coming from the door, Mu Feng Junyi's brows were suddenly gloomy.

Zhang Shaoliang didn't push the door open, but stood sideways at the door. He heard most of Mu Feng's conversation with Lian'er. In any case, he was very relieved that Lian'er trusted him and refused to leave Mu Feng.

Mu Feng stepped forward, opened the door, bowed deeply to the man with a casual and lazy expression at the door, and said, "See the owner of the door."

Zhang Shaoliang looked at him steadfastly, then shifted his gaze to Lian'er who was slowly walking towards the door, Lian'er pursed his lips tightly, stood aside with his head down, and said softly: "See the sect master."

"You go back." Zhang Shaoliang said.

"Huh?" Lian'er suddenly raised her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Oh, I didn't tell you, you go in and sleep, it's cool outside." Zhang Shaoliang pushed him into the room, and then calmly said to Mu Feng: "Don't worry, at this time tomorrow, Lian'er will definitely I will go back to my home, you can go back today, if you are not willing, you can also try to take Lian'er away from me."

Mu Feng turned his face slightly, his slender and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under the frosty moonlight, Lian'er couldn't see his expression clearly, and just shook his head invisibly at him.

Firstly, Lian'er really didn't want to leave, and secondly, he didn't want Mu Feng to conflict with Zhang Shaoliang. The sect master is the sect master after all, and his skills are definitely not inferior to him. If he really fights, he will definitely suffer It's Mu Feng.

"Yes, Sect Master."

After a while, Mu Feng finally nodded slightly, agreeing, but before Zhang Shaoliang could say anything else, he turned around and jumped together, quickly melting into the night, and his figure quickly disappeared from their sight.

"Tsk, he's such a serious guy. Alright, Lian'er, rest assured, no one will bother you."

As he spoke, Zhang Shaoliang also yawned, turned around and walked back.

"Sect Master..."

Before he took a few steps, Lian'er's voice sounded faintly behind him.

Zhang Shaoliang suddenly paused, stopped, and looked back at him: "What's the matter? Uh... You won't be afraid of sleeping alone, but, so many people have died in the palace for generations, and the yin is so heavy, yes It's pretty creepy, heh...it's creepy just thinking about it."

Looking at Zhang Shaoliang's horrified face, Lian'er's clean cheeks showed some surprises. Before seeing Zhang Shaoliang, he always thought that the head of the Intelligence Sect was a powerful, dark, invincible, omnipotent person. People, I never thought about it, but it was the guy in front of me who was obviously afraid and thought of others like him.

"No, I want to say... Please don't mind Brother Mu, the sect master, he was not like this in the past..."

Hearing this, Zhang Shaoliang was slightly taken aback, looking at Lian'er's somewhat apprehensive appearance, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Do I look like such a stingy person? I don't mind at all, really."

What Zhang Shaoliang said is the truth, who can have no temper or anything? For the intelligence department, a good temper may not be able to do things well. What the intelligence department needs is loyalty, benevolence, and ability, and this is enough. Who It doesn't matter if you have a good temper or not, whether you are handsome or not?

Back from Lian'er's place, Zhang Shaoliang was already yawning, and just wanted to tell Hei Bao to let him guard and go to his place to make do for the night, but he saw Hei Bao standing under the eaves with a dull expression, like an ice sculpture.