Chapter 1331

"Please write your answers on paper." The maid ordered someone to give five people present, one paper and one pen.

Several people looked at each other and began to write.

But just as he was ready to move, the son of Beiyuan sword respected looked coldly: "Whoever has the third level with me, die!"

All the people who were writing shook their palms, and one of them shook his brush to the ground.

As early as the son of Beiyuan jianzun came, they wanted to retreat.

Everyone knows this person's arrogance. How can you come to a good end if you compete with her for a woman?

After three of them looked at each other, they put down their pen and paper and left the villa without saying a word.

When they left, they accelerated their pace one after another, lest they be the last to stay and become the target of revenge by the son of Beiyuan sword respect.

As a result, only Xia Qingchen was present.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, he didn't even write it. He only said faintly, "she's boring, I'm even more boring! What else can you do? Show it as soon as possible! "

The maid couldn't help looking at Xia Qingchen more. When the son of Beiyuan sword respected made a clear threat, she stayed indifferent.

Moreover, she observed that from beginning to end, he didn't look at the son respected by Beiyuan sword.

It's not ignoring, but ignoring, completely ignoring the other party.

Also noticed him, of course, was the son of Beiyuan sword. His hands were around his chest. Yu Guang glanced at Xia Qingchen with cold eyes: "what's his name? Later so that someone can set up a monument for you! "

If Xia Qingchen is late and is inadvertently left to the third level, he is in a good mood and can let him go.

But this man didn't even move. It can be seen that he has no respect for him!

"Nobody talks to you. Shut up." Xia Qingchen glanced at him and looked at his maidservant expressionless.

The latter was surprised and looked carefully at the son of Beiyuan sword Zun.

On Linlang Island, how dare someone speak to the son of Beiyuan sword respect like this?

It's incredible!

"I'm too lazy to talk to the dead." There was a trace of cruelty on the face of Tieqing, the son of Beiyuan sword respect.

He made up his mind to keep his promise.

Seeing this, the maid had to go to the third level as soon as possible: "since there are only two left, then go directly to the third level."

She led the way in front and led them to the backyard.

Flowers and plants are everywhere in the backyard. On a Pavilion rising from the ground, a young woman dressed in a peacock skirt, with a cool look and a jade complexion, is playing the piano.

There was a pot of tea and two cups in front of him.

Around the pavilion, countless beautiful flowers are in full bloom, dazzling in number.

"In the third level, find a black rose. Those who find it can climb the pavilion with roses." The handmaid said that, then she withdrew silently.

The son of Beiyuan jianzun stared at the daughter of playing the piano. He changed his arrogance and arrogance and said politely, "Miss Yun, I got a peony Xianhua dew for you in the moon tower."

"I'll give it to you later. I hope Miss Yun likes it."

It turned out that he rushed out of the moon watching building to see the cloud painting heart.

Yun Hua didn't lift his heart. He looked very lonely and proud. His voice was as gentle as water: "young master Han has a heart."

"Ha ha, I'll give it to you!" The son of Beiyuan jianzun smiled and looked around for the black rose.

When he came to such a state, his eyesight was far beyond ordinary people. It was easy to find a black rose in the flowers.

Suddenly, the rest of the light caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in the green grass.

"Hehe, I found it!" He stepped forward.

But I didn't expect that just one step, there was a strong wind around me, raging flowers all over the ground.

For a time, thousands of flowers flew into the sky, scattered like heavenly women, charming eyes.

The son of Beiyuan jianzun subconsciously covered it with his sleeves. When the wind was calm, looking around, a young man in plain clothes was carrying a black rose in one hand and holding a black rose in the other hand.

Its posture is elegant and dusty, like an immortal standing in the gorgeous flowers.

"You are bold! Put it down! " The son of Beiyuan jianzun looked sideways and drank low.

He took a big step and rushed forward with a body method of 1600 feet.

The distance between the two sides was only twenty feet. For him, it was only one step away.

Poof——

His eyes beat fiercely, he stepped forward and patted Xia Qingchen's head with his palm.

To his surprise, his palm clearly hit the light dust in midsummer, but there was a sound of air breakdown.

Then fix your eyes and see where there is any summer light dust in front of you. The other party disappears out of thin air like a ghost, leaving only the residual flowers flowing continuously.

Just as he was looking around, a warm man's voice of Xia Qingchen came from the pavilion not far away.

"It's not easy to see you." Xia Qingchen gently put the rose in his hand on the table.

The son of Beiyuan sword respect raised his eyes and his pupils shrank.

It's at least two thousand feet from here to the pavilion. How did the other party pass in an instant?

However, in the past, against the will of the son of Beiyuan sword respect, it is the way of death.

"You're really looking for death!" The son of Beiyuan sword master was murderous and walked quickly with a gloomy face.

But before taking a few steps, a nun with a rosary in her hand and dressed in Buddha clothes flashed out.

She saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, since the benefactor has seen the young lady, please obey the rules and come back another day."

The son of Beiyuan jianzun stopped and looked at the nun in front of him. He was afraid.

His eyes changed again and again. Finally, he was unwilling to look at the summer light dust on the pavilion and threw his sleeves: "wait for me!"

On Linlang Island, no one dares to regard his son of Beiyuan sword as air!

On the pavilion.

Yunhua's delicate jade finger stopped, gently pressed the string with more than aftersound, and didn't lift his head: "please sit down, childe."

She gracefully took the teapot and filled the other one with tea.

The fragrance of tea overflows everywhere, with the faint fragrance of flowers.

"This tea is made from flowers picked in spring, processed in a thousand year old kiln, mixed with century old dry spices and soaked in rootless spring water." She said calmly.

But he had only tea in his eyes, and had not even seen the summer light dust.

Xia Qingchen didn't even look at the so-called flower tea. He stood here, not tasting tea, but delivering a letter: "I'm here..."

She drank lightly and interrupted Xia Qingchen's words: "if you are confused about martial arts, I can answer it. If you are in love, please don't open your mouth."

She has been used to every tea drinker who is lucky to drink with her, deliberately show herself and win her favor.

Therefore, first give Xia Qingchen a wake-up call and ask him not to waste his efforts.

Xia Qingchen took back his words, and without saying a word, took out the letter of tianhen minister and put it on the piano stage.

However, the cloud painting didn't even look at it. With a flick of his sleeve and robe, he swept the letterhead to the ground. He looked cold and unhappy: "I said, don't talk about love, just talk about martial arts."

What is the purpose of presenting a love letter to your face?

Xia Qingchen's face was expressionless and said calmly, "I'm not here to talk about martial arts, let alone romance."