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He didn't want to go to the dungeon. He didn't want to see a warm and cold face.

Furthermore, every time he went there, he would see the Flower Fox ravaging the cold. Seeing the fox's coquettish look, he felt that his life was not good.

"Yes."

"Also, investigate all the people around the Queen." When Ling Jin thought of the waist support man, he felt that he had to find a flowery fox to vent his anger.

"Yes." Qingyu felt that it was very strange. The people at the Queen's side had already been investigated countless times!

Why did the king suddenly want to get to the bottom of this?

In a guest lounge at the back of the gambling den, Ling Tian took off his white robe, which had a few drops of blood splattering on it. He took out a red jacket and put it on as he said, "If I had known earlier, I would have worn red clothes."

Ye Cheng stood guard outside the screen with his sword crossed, not saying a word.

"I don't like blood." After Ling Tian had changed his clothes, he walked out from behind the screen and looked at Ye Cheng, "You should also change your clothes."

This was Flower Speaker's former resting room. It was extremely luxurious, and because Flower Speaker often brought a waiter, Hua Kui, to have fun, she had prepared all kinds of clothes to prevent him from having the mood to tear off his clothes …

Ling Tian then took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe and threw it towards Ye Cheng, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Flower Speaker's room, even introduced the hot spring water, convenient for him to take a bath.

If Ling Tian Qing knew that Flower Speaker and Wen Han were locked up together, harassing Wen Han everyday, he would definitely ask Ye Cheng to chop off the root of the fox's descendant.

Ye Cheng shook his head and took the clothes, moving them behind the screen.

Ling Qing only asked him to accompany him to change clothes because he was afraid that Zhang Yushui would be angered and send people to assassinate him.

She could not afford to lose her life like this.

"Ye Cheng, aren't you afraid of death?" Ling Tian Qing sat beside the soft couch, fiddling with the spices in the censer to lighten the smell of blood.

Ye Cheng did not reply.

"Why does it have to be a lose-lose situation?" Ling Tian Qing seemed to know his personality and asked without waiting for his answer.

Ye Cheng was clearly much stronger than that ghost blade. As long as he slowly searched for an opening, he would be able to defeat the enemy. Why risk his life?

"I just want it to end faster." Ye Cheng touched the clothes he wore, which were soft and glowing with a metallic light. The scars on the surface of the blade were still there.

These clothes that were woven from some unknown metal were actually able to withstand Saber Demon's vicious slash …

"What I used to like was to end things quickly." Ling Tian Qing continued fiddling with the small incense burner, holding it in her arms as she smoked her fill. "But then I realized that sometimes, it's impossible to be fast just because you want to be fast."

Especially emotions...

The closer she tried to get, the more she was hurt.

Ye Cheng was silent again.

He didn't like to talk much, much less be good at it.

"Follow me from now on, don't underestimate your own life." Seeing Ye Cheng walk out after changing into a purple robe, Ling Qing sized him up with a smile as he spoke.

Ye Cheng was in his early twenties, and he was a little skinny, not smiling at all. The corners of his mouth and eyes contained a coldness that caused others to be afraid of him.

It had the air of the "King of Strikers".

"Yes." Ye Cheng finally said.

"Wu, no matter who I work for, the first thing I have to do is to cherish my life." Ling Qing then beckoned Ye Cheng with his hand, gesturing for him to come closer, "When you die, you will know …" In this world, the only person who truly dotes on you is himself. "

Ye Cheng walked over to Ling Tianqing, his eyes filled with excitement.

This little gongzi … He was young enough to be suspected of not being involved in the world.

However, she would often say that even the old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life was unable to utter a word.

And what she did, was something even more ordinary people could do …

Such a young boy, in the end … What had he experienced?

Ling Tian Qing then put down the incense burner and made a beautiful bow with Ye Cheng's belt. She then laughed, "Life is indeed cruel and boring, but since you are still alive, you should live prettily. Don't be in such a rush to send your life away."

Ling Tian Qing clearly understood the meaning of living, cherishing his own life.

Live... It was a memorial service, a burial, a blooming and withering.

That is … Hope.

"Ye Cheng, don't disappoint yourself." Ling Tian Qing then patted his stomach, tsk, the physique of a martial arts practitioner is so strong, I am so envious.

Ye Cheng slightly furrowed his brows at her final intimate action. Finally … Still no words.

When the fat old man walked to the door today, he felt that there was something wrong with the smell.

He pushed the door open and saw a tall man sitting at the table.

"Yo, why are you free to accompany grandpa today?" The fat old man who was almost drunk burped and asked.

His granddaughter was the best. She was smart and capable. She opened a restaurant beside them and made him drink in the wine cellar every day until the sky turned dark.

"Big Master, drink less." Ling Xiang, who was still wearing the sallow human skin mask, said lightly, "I will leave in a while."

It was just that he had returned early and Ling Qing had not returned with him. That was why he was here waiting for his grandfather.

"Eh, why didn't you follow my good granddaughter today?" The fat old man burped, hugged the gourd and wanted to go to bed.

"She had something to do." Ling Xi covered the sour look on his face as he said indifferently, "First Master, do you know who Ye Cheng is?"

"What Ye Cheng?" the fat old man asked with a confused expression.

"The safe general of the gambling den, Ye Cheng, is said to have a small reputation in the lower Nine Paths, have you not heard of him?" Ling Xuejian asked again.

"Are you saying that I'm more familiar with the lower Nine Paths?" The fat old man was unhappy. After all, he was a relative of the royal family.

However, Ye Cheng... He had heard of it before.

It was said that he was an Asura with a cold face, and if he were to use his sword, he would definitely be injured.

"He's so close to Little Qing'er, isn't Eldest Master worried?"

"What am I worried about? Little Qing Er is very rich and has countless bodyguards by her side. What do I have to worry about? " The fat old man looked at Ling Xingran with a smile. "You're obviously the one who's worried, right?"

"And there's also that gangster Hong Qi. Such a person …" How can Big Master not let little Qing Er come into contact with him? " Ling Jin asked again, after having been restrained for a while.

He seemed to have taken the blame grandfather as his guardian.

"I am very reassured …" My good granddaughter knows how to make money, so raising a few pretty boys is nothing … "I don't need to pay anyway …" The fat old man said as if he wanted the world to be in chaos.

"Pa!"

Ling Jingran slammed his palm on the table fiercely. He was truly infuriated.

What he was most afraid of was Ling Qing putting on a green hat for him …

One had to know that the little girl used to say that she was not afraid of death, that she wanted to give him ten thousand green hats and cause chaos in the mountains and rivers …

"Hey, if you're not happy, just tell her. What kind of man are you to be angry at me?" The fat old man wasn't afraid of him, he just threw the wine pot at him with his eyes wide open.

"You are an elder … Can't you tell me about her? " Ling Jin asked patiently as he avoided the wine pot with a flick of his sleeve.

Now... His identity is hard to say.

Furthermore, he didn't dare to regain his original identity … He was afraid that he would force Ling Qing into a desperate situation.

"Come, come. Tell me, what should I say?" The fat old man asked with a sneer when he saw that his grandson was about to get angry.

"Men and women shouldn't be intimate with each other, girls should be more reserved, staying in the same room with men and closing the door for private conversation is too indecent! Who knows what they did in there? " The more Ling Jin thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Ok, give me two bottles of court secret Purified Wine." The old man thought for a moment, then extended his hand and said.

"Mo Yang, order someone to send the wine over." Ling Xuanxin immediately said to the others in a low voice.

"All right, I will pass on your words to her, but... Whether it works or not, I don't care. " The old man said irresponsibly.

"Thank you, Big Master."

"The Empress has returned, and gone to the Emerald Pavilion." Someone whispered.

Ling Lingcun immediately stood up, and the broken table beside him fell to the ground in a mess. He did not even glance at the table as he said, "Eldest Master, we will speak tonight."

Seeing how anxious you are..." Go, go! The old man could not wait to get rid of him.

Outside, Little Four saw the fat old man's room door open and a young man with a sallow complexion walked out. He immediately greeted him with a smile, "Young Master Xun, after sleeping for the whole afternoon, are you feeling better?"

He kept a close eye on Ling Tian, who had a sickly look on his face. After Ling Tian had left, this young master went back to his room to rest. It wasn't until this old man returned that he 'smoked' him out.

"Mm …" Ling Jin stretched lazily as he glanced at Little Four and politely asked, "Where is Young Noble Little Yu?"

"Ah, she's in the Emerald Pavilion." Xiao Si had an intelligent smile on his face, "Let me bring Young Master over."

There was a river about ten meters wide separating the pavilion and the brothel. If he were to take a detour, he would have to walk a long distance to reach the place.

As for Ling Qing, for the sake of convenience, there was a floating garden in the middle that could be passed through the back door.

"A young man dressed in fresh clothes and a horse, he is not intoxicated. He is dressed in a blue gown painted with blood …"

"That sound just now was wrong again." Ling Tian Qing suddenly shouted out, interrupting the singing, "Let's do it again."

"A young man clad in fresh clothes and a horse …" He Feng lowered her head and her fingertips trembled. No matter what, she couldn't hook that string.

"Forget it, let Lian Lu play the zither for you in the next match." Ling Tian Qing was looking out at the sunset with his hands on his cheeks. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

"I …" "It's fine." She Feng hurriedly said.

"For the next round, having a group competition is also not bad." Ling Qing then changed the rules without any care.

"Assemble?" Lian Lu looked at the little gongzi who was sitting by the window with great interest.

In this tiny body, there were countless surprising thoughts.

"Yes, a combination." Ling Tian Qing said absent-mindedly.

"Young master, do you have something on your mind?" Lian Lu, who was very observant, immediately stood up and walked over. She boldly placed her delicate hand on her thin shoulder and asked in a soft voice.

"Tomorrow night …" I may not be there. " Ling Tian let out a sigh, "I can't record it, so it's hateful to miss such an exciting performance."

The little gongzi said something that no one understood.

"Why …" Not at the scene? " Lian Lu asked with a hint of understanding.

"Because... We have to take the debt. " Ling Tian Qing knew that Master Zhang would not wait until the day after tomorrow to pay up.

"Xiao Yu, where did you go this afternoon?"

Suddenly, a man's voice was heard. A young master with an ordinary face and a tall stature was standing at the door politely.