C48

Forty-Eight

When Feng Ling Jue heard this, he let out a faint smile, and placed his elbow on the chair's handle, holding his head with his hand as he said with an indifferent face, "Sect Leader Shen is truly impatient. After not seeing you for so long, shouldn't we first sit down and drink a few cups before talking about other things? Why is Sect Leader Shen so depressing? "

Shen Qingchen thought for a moment, waved his sleeves, walked to a person and sat down, "There's no need to drink, just speak whatever the Devil Monarch has to say."

"Sect Leader Shen is as boring as ever!"

Feng Ling Jue curled his lips, raised his cup, and drank a cup of wine.

Shen Qingchen looked at him, not saying a word, in deep thought.

"Regardless of what you are planning to do, please release the disciples of the sect first. I believe that Devil Monarch does not want to see a battle to the death either, right?"

He sat upright and his back was straight. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a single flaw.

He wore a set of profound clothes that were as deep as ink. His facial features were picturesque, but there was not the slightest bit of emotion in his eyes. His eyes were calm and unperturbed, as if not even a single ripple could be seen within them; they were as dark as the stars in the sky, bottomless.

No matter how one looked at it, this was a boring man.

Feng Ling Jue was curious, why would he fall for such a man?

Hearing his slightly hoarse, yet exceptionally cold voice, Feng Lingju laughed, "Sect Leader Shen, you personally said that I was completely devoid of conscience. Now, do you think that I would care about being annihilated?"

"You …"

Shen Qingchen's face fell as ice creeped into his eyes, covering them in a layer of faint frost.

Seeing Shen Qingchen's reaction, Feng Lingjue smiled proudly.

In the end, he seemed to have realized that he had lost his composure and slowly calmed down. Only then did the coldness in his eyes recede.

"Those sect disciples are currently locked in the Clear and Rippled Palace, and now that each and every one of them has started a hunger strike, I feel very helpless."

Feng Ling Jue spread out his hands with a helpless expression.

Hearing that, Shen Qingchen suddenly stood up, his expression became serious, and turned to leave.

"You want to leave?"

Feng Ling Jue sneered, his body flashed, and he stood in front of Shen Qingchen. He smiled at Shen Qingchen, and looked harmless and bright and brilliant.

"Sect Leader Shen, you just came in, why are you leaving? Isn't this a bit too hasty? If others were to know about this, they would think that it was because I was not good enough to entertain guests. "

Shen Qingchen slightly narrowed his eyes. For some reason, the moment he saw Feng Lingju, he felt agitated and frustrated. His usual calmness would dissipate completely in front of this man.

Why?

Just as he was thinking this, Feng Ling Jue had already opened his mouth, "Sect Leader Shen, why don't you accompany me to drink a few cups, and I will let them go. How about it?"

"What are you trying to do?"

Frowning, Shen Qingchen asked in puzzlement. Could it be that this Feng Ling Jue had specially drawn him here, just so that he could drink with him?

Feng Ling Jue didn't answer him, and brought out a jar of wine before Shen Qingchen. Shen Qingchen looked at that large jar of wine, and hesitated.

"Don't worry, I'm not despicable enough to poison you with wine and food, so you …"

Just as Feng Ling Jue was about to speak, Shen Qingchen had already expressionlessly took over the wine jar in his hand. Raising his head to drink, the strong alcohol slid down his throat and Shen Qingchen forcibly choked on it.

Feng Lingju discovered this and hurriedly patted his back with a face full of anxiety. "How is it? You choked? I didn't let you finish it all, be careful... "This wine …"

At the end of his words, Feng Lingjue's tone revealed some self-blame.

Hearing those words, the corner of his brows fiercely twitched, and Shen Qingchen fiercely flung away the hand Feng Ling Jue had placed on his back. His face was a little pale as he coughed, "Wine, I drank it too, can I now? Let them go. "

"Shen Qingchen, do you really hate me that much?"

Feng Lingju laughed bitterly. Was there a need to avoid him like a snake or a scorpion?

What was he trying to do with so much effort? It was all for Shen Qingchen.

"Since ancient times, the positive and the evil have never been separated."

Shen Qingchen paused for a moment, and said coldly.

"Oh, really?"

Feng Ling Jue laughed. His hand was suspended in the air, and he was at a loss of what to do. His heart felt as if it was being ruthlessly grabbed by something.

For some reason, when he heard these words, he did not feel anything. He only felt his heart empty and somewhat uncomfortable.

"Sect Leader Shen, right now the lives of those sect disciples are still in my hands, shouldn't you be a little more careful when you speak?"

Shen Qingchen's eyes congealed, and a cold intent surfaced, "Are you threatening me?"

"Hehe, threatening this kind of thing, isn't it something that only people with chips can do, isn't it? Currently, the one with the chips is me, isn't it? "

Feng Ling Jue stretched out his slender white hands and caressed Shen Qingchen's face, as he leaned forward and said charmingly as he was very close to Shen Qingchen.

As that ice-cold fingertip brushed across his face, a hint of disgust rose in Shen Qingchen's eyes, and he subconsciously turned his face away.

Feng Ling Jue laughed as his five fingers slowly clasped together, and then, they dropped down to his waist.

"Go, Qinglian will bring you to the Clear and Rippled Palace."

Feng Ling Jue flicked his sleeves and turned around, his back looking somewhat shaky as he slowly walked towards his seat.

Shen Qingchen looked at his back, and then turned and left.

Feng Lingjue staggered as he sat down. He picked up the wine pot on the table and gulped down the liquor in one gulp. His eyes revealed a complicated and sorrowful expression.

After a long while, Luo Qingdeng walked in and cupped his fists as he bowed, "Master, Shen Qingchen has already brought the sect disciples down the mountain."

"Oh?"

Feng Lingju coughed dryly, wiped the corner of his lips, and then slowly stood up, "Retreat all the guards. "All."

"Milord …"

Luo Qingdeng was shocked.

"Go on, I'm a bit drunk."

He rubbed his forehead and said.

"This subordinate understands."

Luo Qingdeng withdrew.

Devil Domain Mountain

Shen Qingchen's group had already left the Devil Domain, and seeing that it was already late, the disciples were all exhausted.

"Thank you, Sect Leader, for saving me."

Wen Yu and the others cupped their fists and bowed, and said gratefully.

"Remember, you can't be so reckless next time."

Shen Qingchen swept his eyes across them and said indifferently.

Hearing that, Rong Ling's face turned red.

"Rong Ling, especially you, Rong Gu is still cultivating on the Ice Peak, if something were to happen to you again, then who will save you?"

Shen Qingchen stood with his hands behind his back.

Rong Ling's face became even redder. Although she was not afraid of the heavens or the earth, she was extremely afraid of her second brother's master, Shen Qingchen.

"Rong Ling doesn't dare to do it again …"

Rong Ling said timidly.

Then, the crowd burst into laughter.

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