The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1019 I am Yan Tao, not Yan Tao 13
The boy's eyes were as sharp as knives, staring at Qingyang's face, his eyes were cold and threatening, as if he could read people's hearts.

Qin Zongjun turned his face slightly to one side.

he noticed.

When the boy spoke, he used her.

Qingyang stepped back, covering his heart with his hands, "Sao Nian, don't look at Pindao with such eyes, Pindao will be shy."

"What else can you see?!"

Yan Tao's handsome face suddenly showed a sense of coldness.

Died at the age of eight.

Forcibly dragged to her.

This person's methods can be called treacherous.

If it is a conspiracy...

Cang Lan is afraid that he will be destroyed at any time!

Yan Tao's dark eyes suddenly showed a terrifying chill, his slender fingers clasped the corner of the table, leaned over suddenly, grabbed Qingyang's collar with his right hand, and dragged him over, "I'm asking you talk!"

The voice was as cold as a knife, like the cold wind in winter, and there was a bone-chilling coolness in the bitterness.

"Tao Tao!"

This was the first time Qin Zong saw Yan Tao lose control of his emotions.

The young man's side face was like a knife, and the evil spirit all over his body flowed out uncontrollably.

The strength was so great that it almost lifted Qingyang up.

Qin Zong's thin lips were pursed into cold lines, and his knuckle fingers pressed on Yan Tao's arm, "Don't get excited, listen to Taoist Qingyang."

The man looked at the young man who was full of evil spirits, and slowly took her hand.

"If you don't believe him, you must believe me?"

"Ok?"

Qin Zong's tone was gentle and gentle, comforting the young man, "Don't worry, no matter what, I will let him tell you everything he knows."

"You let go first, okay?"

Yan Tao's peach blossom eyes were still burning with cold anger, she turned her head slightly, and bumped into the man's gentle and peaceful phoenix eyes.

The man's phoenix eyes are like ink, and his eyes are like a vast sea, calm and boundless.

Yan Tao slowly let go of Qingyang's collar, lowered her eyes slightly, calmed down the impulsive fear in her heart, and sat back on the futon again.

"Just now I was impulsive and offended, please forgive me, Taoist priest."

Qingyang was strangled by the collar and was almost out of breath, coughed twice, quietly grabbed the futon and backed away, pretending to be nonchalant and smiled, "I forgive you, forgive me."

"Now, sir, can you tell me what you know?"

"Uh, I've told you everything I know. So much can be seen from the hexagrams," Qingyang was always on guard against this seemingly peaceful but extremely irritable boy.

I didn't expect that!

Qin Zong actually found such a violent temper.

Hey, it really hurt his old man.

"What did you say?"

Yan Tao raised her eyes, the peach blossom eyes were filled with a deep coldness.

"Oh no, I can see something else!! There are others, just wait!"

Qingyang was so frightened that his scalp tightened, if it wasn't for maintaining the posture of a worldly expert, he would have jumped up from the futon directly.

While speaking, he still did not forget to give Qin Zong a fierce look.

The people you bring don't know how to watch them carefully!

Daoist Qingyang lowered his eyes again, pinched the thumb of his left hand on the knuckles of his index finger, quickly tapped the fingertips, and muttered calculations in his mouth.

"Forget it, let me do the fortune telling."

"Forget it, let me do the fortune telling."

"Forget it, forget it, poor Qingyang is doing fortune telling again..."

When Yan Tao saw clearly the words Qingyang was chanting, his brows twitched slightly.

"...Well, born in an extremely noble family, parents..." Qingyang muttered, "These parents..."

(End of this chapter)