I Became an Anonymous Boss

... In the world without you, there is nothing worthy of my nostalgia.

... If you really want to go, just take me with you.

...I am willing to give up everything for you.

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The shooting hall has arrived.

Bai Taki said: "I won't send you in, you live here, no one dares to neglect you anyway."

Qin Buhui said regretfully: "I really want to visit the residence of the young master."

"It's already midnight, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to go to the temple at this time." Shirataki spread his hands: "I'll go there tonight, maybe there is no room available, I can only make do with Xuankong for a night, or let Xuankong You can also sleep on the abbot’s bed.”

"Monk Xuankong?"

"Don't think too much, I don't like to sleep on my side, I just like to sleep on my back, I don't have to think about which side my butt is facing."

"...I didn't think of this either, as expected of a young master." Qin Buhui rubbed his forehead: "Always very tricky."

"When this monk used to sleep next to me, he was full of all kinds of visions. He drove King Kong Bubai all night, just because I praised him for having good chest muscles." Bai Taki continued to spread his hands: "In my dream, I said What kind of snake demon retreats and disperses, but the dharma body does not invade."

Qin Buhui showed a helpless expression, and sighed: "My lord, I don't want to know about these things..."

"Isn't this going to leave, and chat with you by the way?" Bai Taki said, of course the main reason is to prevent you from going to the temple.

"Since the temple is so inconvenient, why don't you come in together?" Qin Buhui asked: "The Pushe hall is quite big, you can just find a room to rest when you are tired, and there is top-quality Dahongpao tea."

"No, no, no." Bai Taki immediately raised his right hand and put it on his left shoulder, turned his face to the side, and hastily refused: "I've already agreed, you can't release monk pigeons."

"It's okay, send someone to deliver a message..."

"No need, I really like the environment in the temple, the hard bed is very comfortable, and the vegetarian food is delicious."

"My lord, are you trying to protect me?" Qin Buhui asked abruptly, "Worried about what I will do?"

"Hey, I just have a little psychological shadow on that building."

"I'm not Princess Nishang, I'm just a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken... What can I do to you?"

Shirataki: "..."

I dare not say anything else, but you must have the power to bind a chicken, and dare to bind a blue dragon.

After a moment of stalemate, Qin Buhui asked, "Young Master, you still won't go in, right?"

"No."

I'm afraid there is Nan Xinmo squatting inside.

"Okay." Qin Buhui couldn't force it, her face was full of disappointment: "Let's stop here tonight..."

"Don't talk as if something will happen if I stay." Bai Taki rubbed his forehead: "Don't talk about this kind of self-destruction topic, you should go to bed early, I will go first."

Qin Buhui reluctantly nodded obediently, and walked to the door of the Pushe Hall, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Seeing this, Shirataki turned around and left, walking down the quiet path illuminated by lights.

But just walking out is not a short distance.

"Son!"

A call came from behind, and hurried footsteps were heard before turning around.

She looked back very quickly, and unexpectedly launched an attack and sneak attack from behind. She was very unethical and very aggressive.

Shirataki instantly turned on the acceleration of thinking, and the speed of thinking between his fingers was accelerated to dozens of times. The somatosensory time controlled by mental power allowed him to easily avoid any attack and sneak attack, even if it was a fast and accurate gun within seven steps.

But now... to flash, or not to flash, that is the question.

Flash forward, look at the movement of her rushing over, and then look at the steps below, she may roll down the hill like Wang Xiaomei, and the charming beauty will at least break her bones and lose her appearance.

Don't flash, you are hugged, and you can't leave for a while. This scene is completely accompanied by a background music of "For All Love and Perseverance Pain", and you can directly reproduce a famous scene.

After flashing, how about picking her up?

It's not impossible, but I'm afraid that she will directly turn back and lock the man.

By the way, you are number two on the rouge list, can you be more reserved, my eldest lady?Where did the strong and self-reliant characters go?

I haven't seen it for a year or two, why is it sticky like a cowhide plaster?

I haven't seen you in a year or two, why is it still like this?Didn't you say that you'll lose your relationship if you go to a different place?

Bai Taki really wanted to use his true energy to push her away, but he doesn't know martial arts, so he is a weak woman.

The speed of thinking and the time of body feeling are also about to run out in repeated entanglements.

Shirataki finally stood still without moving.

I don't know if it's the true color of the old color batch, or I don't want to see her crying after hitting a wall.

A beautiful woman weeps, always sad.

But he soon regretted his inaction, because there was a chill in the air.

The chill mixed with the sound of sword chant.

He saw a sword floating on the mountain path under the faint lights, sometimes hidden in the darkness, and sometimes reflected the lights, it was full of spirituality, like a good dog with a keen sense of smell, like a compass guided by a magnet, the sword pointed to his direction.

As if sensing his aura, Sa Ya Sa Po flew over like a runaway Alaskan dog.

This sword is called Tai Ah.

Thirty percent of Shirataki's sword bones belonged to Fengli, and the remaining seventy percent of his heart and soul were absorbed by it.

So it can always sense Shirataki's breath, and it will always point in his direction.

This is more accurate than Cupid's sure arrow.

However, this feeling, to someone Bai at this time, is no less than a backstab with a serious injury and a critical blow!

Gorgeously identified him.

Following the flying sword, naturally Fengli, Xiaoguanyin and Lan Xiangxue, the white skirt and the blue skirt have approached, this distance can be clearly seen by looking up.

Just as they looked up along the sword, Qin Buhui had already hugged him from behind.

So a composition was formed: Lan Xiangxue, Xiaoguanyin, Fengli—stair steps—Bai Taki·Qin Buhui

"Young master, don't leave tonight, okay?"

Qin Buhui wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, and leaned his head against his back, completely oblivious to the person coming down the stairs.

The voice was like weeping and complaining.

"stay with me."

"For the past two years, I've been thinking about you every day and every night."

"It's so hard to meet again now, don't you want to see me one more time, Young Master?"

... This is not a question of whether or not I want to, but a question of my inability to turn my head [-] degrees.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely answer so evasively.

But now, he couldn't laugh at all, and he didn't dare to move. The Tai'a sword was floating three steps away, shaking the blade lightly, as if tilting his head to look at a small animal.

Its owner watched the men and women close together in the moonlight and the dim light of the candlelight across ten steps.

The five fingers clenched tightly, and clenched again, the knuckles of the fingers turned white, and the fist was completely hardened.

Fengli's breathing was disordered, and the true energy in his body surged crazily, the big purple lotus flower between his eyebrows was almost covered by his tightly furrowed brows.

Lan Xiangxue's expression was silent, she was more direct, and approached with her long legs one step at a time.

With a gust of cold wind, he stood in front of Bai Taki, raised his eyes, and then pulled Qin Buhui's hands away without saying a word.

"Give it to me! Let it go! Hand!"

Like a tigress protecting food, Lan Xiangxue separated the two of them, laying half of her body in front of Qin Buhui.

Miss Qin was startled for a moment, and was puzzled for a second: "Master, who is she?"

"Don't ask Young Master, ask me." Lan Xiangxue snorted coldly, "Daqin Fanyue Valley, Lan Xiangxue, who are you?"

The hostility is as sharp as the ice skates hanging from the eaves after the heavy snow in winter.

Qin Buhui quickly suppressed the tenderness of his youngest daughter and restored his graceful and graceful demeanor.

She said solemnly: "Nantang, Qin Buhui...Miss Lan, this should be our first meeting."

"You are Qin Buhui..." Lan Xiangxue has actually heard this name from Bai Taki more than once, and she also knows that this woman who is highly respected by the son is the third in the rouge list.

In the past, she had imagined what it would be like when the two met, but she never imagined that the moment they met, it would be a tense scene.

No one can tolerate being cheated off!

Qin Buhui also has the same thoughts and suppressed anger.

No one can tolerate their spellcasting being interrupted by outsiders!

Before coming to Fengwu City, she had thought carefully about how to deal with Lan Xiangxue after seeing Lan Xiangxue, this girl was quite difficult for her.

Xiao Lizi is easy to deal with, after all, they know each other and have contacts, although the conflict between the two parties is not strong.

Kelan Xiangxue is different, she is the blood of Daqin's Zhenguo, so the two sides are doomed to be incompatible.

The two women looked at each other, and there was a smell of gunpowder in the air.

Fengli took Xiao Guanyin's hand, and she took two sharp steps back. This is not the first time she has seen this scene, and it has happened many times in the past. She said through voice transmission with experience: "Don't go, this Whoever speaks at the time will be unlucky."

Bai Taki raised his hand, trying to be a peacemaker: "Well, why don't you guys get to know each other first, and exchange contact information and black history..."

Lan Xiangxue's temperament is as cold as ice crystals in a snow mountain.

"My lord, this is between us!

Qin Buhui's smile was still gentle, but his voice turned sonorous.

"Young master, please don't talk, it's for your own good."

... When a woman talks, how can a man interrupt her?

"Ah, this..." Shirataki was dumbfounded.