Chapter 830： Jianghu(28)

Yu Yan sighed, "Even Ji Qinglin is not your food, Gu Youning, you have a high vision!"

Yu Yan flipped through the little book in his hand and asked casually, "Then what do you like? I'll pick it for you? The young master of Sifang City, Ning Qing, is said to be a gentle and jade-like gentleman, as well as the Xiaoyao faction. Feng's big disciple gradually leaves, which is not bad... There are all kinds of them, and Mr. Bao is satisfied~"

This is like picking cabbage.

Fu Yue: "It looks good."

Minutes to expose her to be the essence of a face dog.

Yu Yan smiled, "Sister, I also like good-looking hehehe~"

Fu Yue disliked her a little.

Yu Yan: "Actually, I found you two yesterday because I saw the face of Ji Qinglin. It's a pity, it's so incomprehensible and boring!"

Yu Yan tutted twice.

In his words, he did not hide his dislike for Ji Qinglin.

She flipped the small notebook in her hand, and mumbled: "You want to look good. Actually, to be honest, I don’t really look better than Ji Qinglin for the time being... Wait, don’t tell me, let me find one. !"

Yu Yan slapped Fu Yue's thigh.

Fu Yue no longer knew how many times this was the first time he disliked the metaphor.

Yu Yan pointed at a name on the small notebook, leaning in front of Fu Yue, a little excited: "This person!"

Fu Yue lowered her eyes and took a closer look.

At first glance, she rubbed her eyes, thinking she was wrong.

Second eye, third eye.

Those two words did not move.

"..."

On the small book, the black and white writing is very clear.

Those two words.

Qi Shen.

That's right, that's the crazy demon leader Qi Shen.

Yu Yan thought that Fu Yue didn’t know Qi Chen very well, so Xiaozui Baba Baba started, "Although this Qi Chen has always been wearing a mask, just look at his chin, tusk, that arc... you know that this person is definitely not bad. It is said that someone has seen his true face, he is even more beautiful than a woman!"

Yu Yan smiled somewhat magically.

Fu Yue: "..."

She pushed the little book in Yu Yan's hand out, and waved: "Take it away, I don't want to see this name. If you shake it in front of me, I can't help but tear it off!"

Metaphor: "?"

She hurriedly put the little book in her arms.

Just kidding, this is her lifeblood!

"Why? Qi Shen and you have hatred?"

Fu Yue sneered: "What's more, I am now in this field because of his gift. Do you think I have hatred with him?"

Yu Yan: "...Yes."

Looking at Fu Yue's face, Yu Yan asked cautiously: "Aren't you trying to avenge him?"

Fu Yue was silent.

But the tight red lips and cold complexion already showed her attitude.

Yu Yan felt that she had to persuade Gu Youning.

"Well, if it's someone else, let me go through all fire and water, sister, I have to support you in revenge, but it's sad..."

After Yu Yan's tone, she grabbed Fu Yue's shoulders and said with earnest heart: "Listen to the words of sister, life is important."

Fu Yue did not speak, but was obviously unwilling.

"Stubborn."

There was a pleasant voice from the side.

Yu Yan nodded hurriedly, hating iron for not becoming a steel track: "That's it, stubborn...spirit..."

Seems to realize something.

Yu Yan was like a duck pinched by its neck, she slowly turned her head in the direction of the sound.

This is clearly a male voice.

Fuck, who? !

Fu Yue's face also sank, she squeezed the dagger in her hand, quickly pulled Yu Yan behind her with eyesight and hands, and looked at the people coming.

See it right away.

The man is beautifully dressed in red, standing with his hands in his hands, standing not far away, with satin-like black hair hanging behind him, and the breeze blowing across the hair, making a slight curve on his face. His silver mask symbolizes his identity.

Qi Shen.

The temperature of Fu Yue's eyes suddenly became cold, and the tips of her fingers holding the dagger turned white, a flash of killing intent flashed across her eyes.

Metaphor: "..."

She has some soft legs.

Reached out and poked Fu Yue, and asked tremblingly: "Am I blind?"

Fu Yue: "...You are blind."

Yu Yan wanted to cry without tears.

She really wants to go straight over!

Qi Chen looked at Fu Yue, and came to her side in a flash, his body was intoxicating with the familiar fragrance of coldness and a few hints of snow.

He stretched his hand around her hand holding the dagger, and laughed mockingly, "Why? Want to kill me?"