Concubine Chang's sturdy mother beat him

Chapter 350 Do You Want To Be So Truthful?
At this time...well...

"Let's avoid this limelight." Huang Wenlong rarely said seriously, "Sister, we are outnumbered..."

"Why should I avoid?" Qin Su raised her eyebrows, "Even if I wanted to avoid, she should be the one to avoid."

Huang Wenlong:
"That's right, why did she avoid it?" The other voice came from outside the door, with a loose voice and leisurely footsteps, saying something that deserved to be beaten, "Qin Su, I haven't seen you in half a month, I miss you without?"

Zhai Lingyun glanced over him indifferently, freezing his words, but Feng Hanlin recovered after a moment of pause. Few people can match his thick skin.

But this time, before he could sit down, another burst of spiritual power came, and the dilapidated chair seemed to be venting another person's emotions. Nie Linfeng played with the pearl in his palm as if nothing had happened, and there was no sign of strangeness on his face. .

Feng Hanlin's face twitched.

"My lord is here with news." Feng Hanlin moved from among the broken chairs, said his intention in time, and sat down in a stable chair again, ignoring Nie Linfeng and Zhai Lingyun, and spit out a shocking "Qin Su really has to go to Qi Linguo, the emperor is really seriously ill, if he doesn't get treated, he will die soon."

The three of Huang Wenlong were silent for a while, and Zhang Tianlong asked in a rough and suspicious voice, "Didn't the president of the Alchemist Guild go?"

Feng Hanlin patted the folding fan in his palm, thought for a while and said seriously, "Then the old man is not good at learning."

There was an eerie calm in the hall, Zhang Tianlong's eyes were a little dull, Chu Si raised his eyes to look at Feng Hanlin after hearing the words, a trace of admiration flashed across his eyes.

Even Huang Wenlong wanted to give him a thumbs up. The only sixth-grade pharmacist in the entire continent, the president of the pharmacist guild, and the top existence of all pharmacists, was actually told by him that he was not good at learning.

If this word gets out, Feng Hanlin will surely be hunted down to heaven and earth by many of the president's followers tomorrow, and he will have nowhere to go.

Feng Hanlin didn't seem to realize that he said something shocking, but just looked at Qin Su, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, took out a post from his arms, and threw it lightly with one hand, Qin Su caught it.

Opening the post and looking at it, Qin Su's calm brows showed a trace of surprise, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and he murmured, "Interesting."

Feng Hanlin was not surprised by Qin Su's performance at all. He unfolded his folding fan and smiled unrestrainedly, "Would you like to join in the fun? Rare, seeing Qin Su's eyes moving slightly, he asked with a smile, "When are you planning to leave?"

The back-and-forth conversation between the two left everyone confused. Zhai Lingyun raised his brows slightly imperceptibly, and Feng Hanlin felt as if a chill flowed from the ground to the chair and then into his body.

It made him shiver uncontrollably.

He looked at Zhai Lingyun with some feeling, but saw that he was calm and calm, and wondered where this murderous aura came from...

Qin Su handed the post in his hand to Zhai Lingyun, and everyone saw Zhai Lingyun read it again, then looked up at Qin Su who was smiling thoughtfully, thought for a while, and said indifferently, "Since everyone Decided to go to Qingyun City, it doesn't matter which day it is." After a pause, he said casually, "Let's choose tomorrow morning."

Feng Hanlin's smile twitched, you can't be so impatient, can you?The first half of the sentence also said that every day is not the same, but the latter sentence determines tomorrow.

But Zhai Lingyun was more impatient than they thought.

The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and there are only a few rays of starlight shining. Although there are bright pearls in the palace, except for some lively places that others often pass by, there are few people in other places, and the front hall is holding a banquet tonight, and there are noisy and laughing in front of it. Against the backdrop of the sky, the apse looks even more quiet and deserted.

Well, this is a good time to elope.

Hei Lang glanced at the sky, then cast a contemptuous glance at Zhai Lingyun, "Didn't you say it's tomorrow morning? Why are you leaving the palace while it's dark?"

"The night wind is cool, it's a good time to go." Zhai Lingyun replied lazily.

Hei Lang expressed his disdain for this, "Come on, don't think that I don't know what you're up to, because I'm worried that a group of people will follow and spoil your good deed."

Zhai Lingyun smiled and said nothing, acquiesced, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at Qin Su who was not far away, and saw her sitting with a young man, and they were talking about something.

Xiao Evil came just in time, and upon hearing Hei Lang's words, he asked in a childish voice, "What's the good thing? Do you want me to help?"

Hei Lang laughed cheaply, "This kind of thing...he shouldn't have fallen to the point where he needs your help..."

The night wind blew, but there was a bit of winter chill, accompanied by a faint rhetorical question, "Oh? So you need Heilang?"

Hei Lang froze.

After half a month of recuperation, Peng Qihui's seriously injured body has recovered a little. Although his complexion is still a little pale, it is because of nervousness.

Staring at the woman in front of her who hadn't seen him for nearly six years, the one-month experience at the edge of the Sunset Forest seemed like yesterday.

But the girl who didn't even know how to fight back then has reached the point where he needs to look up to her.If time can go back in time, is it still possible for her brother and her?

This possibility has turned in Peng Qihui's mind thousands of times, but when he looked at the stunning green-clothed woman in front of him, he suddenly felt...

Fortunately, the person who saw her today was him, not her brother...

Peng Qihui knew he shouldn't think so, but such a thought popped up in his mind, holding the black bag in his palm, Peng Qihui still handed it to Qin Su.

"This," his eyes fell gently on the clean bag, and he took a deep breath, "Do you still remember when we first met, you accidentally smashed the magic crystal core of a crystal bear?"

Qin Su listened to his voice quietly, her eyes lost her focus for a while. The training team back then were the first four friends she met after she came to this world.

She has not forgotten.

The lively Dongfang Qiqi, the courteous and prudent Ding Yichen, the quiet Peng Qiming, and the young and somewhat timid Peng Qihui, it's just that the young man who was a little timid in the face of monsters has now grown into a handsome young man.

And holding the short blade in his hand, he no longer hesitated, and his demeanor revealed decisiveness in killing.

The passage of time has tempered people's hearts, worn away the edges and corners of life, and created the present, but it is not a smooth round wheel, which can go forward indomitably. He fell into the abyss.

The passing of Peng Qiming made her feel regretful as well as sigh.

The small bag in the palm of her hand contained his whole heart, but she never paid attention to it... It also made her feel unreal. Peng Qihui's words full of memories rang in her ears, and she didn't know how much she had listened to. .

"My brother put this away secretly. None of us knew it at the time. He kept this small bag close to his body until the day he died. He was still looking at this bag in a daze. His eyes at that time..."

Pausing for a moment, Peng Qihui thought about it, and tried hard to describe that feeling, "It's very gentle, reassuring, and pity. I don't quite understand the meaning, but now, maybe I understand."

Peng Qihui smiled, and the laughter was a little short, "Brother, he should be blessing you. In fact, he didn't ask me to give you this bag. I opened it and looked at it myself, and then I wanted to find you and give it to you. , at least... at least one person can know his intentions."

Peng Qihui looked up at the sky, saw that Qin Su hadn't responded for a long time, and scratched his hair again, as if he had returned to the embarrassment and bewilderment of his youth.

(End of this chapter)