Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 107 As long as the price is high enough

Tingxue suddenly gave a clear smile, rolled up his sleeves and dropped his hands, Han Xiu threw himself to hide, the hem of his clothes still swept his neck, it was as cool as a blade but brought a burning pain, fortunately the mask was not swept off, "You are showing your true face What's going on again? I'm afraid you are the one who tortured Pingting outside the city today!"

Han Xiu's eyes deepened, "So what? Senior brother is called Gu Pingting so kindly, it seems to be some kind of relative. Han Xiu just came from Lingzhou not long ago, so he is not very clear about the relationship between senior brother and Gu's family, let alone foster father—— "

Before Han Xiu could finish his words, Xue Qingxiu raised her eyebrows in disdain, "The old man's vision is really getting worse and worse. Let the Raging Flame Pavilion be in the hands of someone like you."

Han Xiu's eyes couldn't help but move. It seems that he still doesn't know the news of his adoptive father's death.

Han Xiu said angrily, "Senior brother taught Han Xiu, Han Xiu should suffer, but you shouldn't slander foster father, he met you like that when he left, where are you?"

Jingyun flitted across the depths of Tingxue's clear jade eyes, "While leaving? Where did you go?"

Han Xiu said sadly, "When my adoptive father was dying, he held my hand and kept calling Tingxue. So many people sent out to look for you, but there was no news..."

Ting Xue suddenly stepped forward and pulled Han Xiu's clothes, her clear eyes were clouded with smoke, "You mean he—is dead?"

Han Xiu's long eyelashes trembled, he closed his eyes, and nodded fiercely.

Ting Xue stared at Han Xiu, and seemed to see through her, her eyes fell to nowhere, and finally fell silent behind the turbulent snow waves, and finally let go of her hand.

When Han Xiu raised his eyes again, he saw Tingxue sitting absent-mindedly, with a melancholy that seemed to be irresolvable through the ages lingering in his brows, the sadness seemed to come from heaven and earth, and the lingering sourness made people feel uncomfortable.

"What did he say before he died?" His eyes were calm, but there was deep sorrow, which made it difficult for Han Xiu to stare at him.

Only then did Han Xiu speak slowly, talking about the old man's life for nearly a year for almost half an hour, Tingxue just listened quietly, her brows were cold, her complexion was pale, and her eyes were filled with sadness that could not be concealed.

Tingxue stood up for a long time, and said lightly, "Since the old man has handed over the Flame Pavilion to you, you can take care of it, but—" His eyebrows frowned, "It's just that the business about the Gu family is still free. Bar."

Han Xiu heaved a sigh of relief in his heart and nodded. It seems that today's test has been passed for the time being.

Tingxue got up and walked out, Han Xiu's heart calmed down a little bit with his footsteps, but the white clothes turned around, Tingxue suddenly turned around, and there was a scorching look in his ice-like eyes, "He has nothing left for me ?”

"No, the adoptive father left in a hurry, so he only asked me to find my senior brother and tell my senior brother to take good care of myself in the future."

Ting Xue's brows moved slightly, she took a deep look at Han Xiu, then turned and left.

Relieved, Han Xiu looked at the place where the white shadow disappeared, and there was a different meaning in his eyes. He and his adoptive father had such a deep relationship. He did have something for you, but he couldn't give it to you now. He fumbled for the flame token , there was a dark red luster in the obscurity, the pale fingers trembled slightly, and then they were put away neatly, the eyes were still cold and sharp.

Tingxue looks like a crystal-clear figure, but her heart is also unfathomable. Besides, there are many secrets behind him. She can't afford to bet on it. She can only speed up all this and take back the Su family's property as soon as possible.

When Han Xiu came out, he saw that in the courtyard, old man Shang was frowning and admonishing a subordinate, "How many times have I told you, don't take on tasks that are too difficult, and retreat quickly. I have caused trouble recently. Is there still less?"

The man in Tsing Yi said shyly, "But the young pavilion master said that as long as the price is high enough, he will do anything."

(End of this chapter)