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Chapter 1037 The Devil Who Admits His Benefactor (31)

Su Qinghuan was startled when she heard the male voice that suddenly appeared, but she looked left and right, but she couldn't find the source of the sound.

And those hooligans who claimed to be from the Azure Dragon Society were even more angry.

One or two are all cursing.

"Bai Zhanji, you dare to bring a helper!"

"No wonder you have the guts to be arrogant here! Look at Grandpa, I will not destroy you."

……

Just when the middle-aged man with the scar on his face was about to continue swinging the wooden stick angrily, suddenly, a sigh as light as a shock resounded from here.

"I've said it all, it's noisy."

The young man's voice was like shattered ice splashing jade, and it seemed like plain snow falling under the eaves in winter. It should be very pure, but at this moment it seemed to be slightly, indescribably irritated.

And after a while, the arrogant middle-aged man with the scar was frozen in mid-air!

The scarred man leaned forward with his left foot and stepped on the broken bamboo basket in the alley with his right foot in a very funny posture.

The anger on the man's face hadn't poured out yet. After he realized that he was fixed, he directly turned into an expression of extreme fear. However, because he was cast with the silence technique at the same time, he could only open his mouth wide, but even the ghost Ah can't even pronounce it.

Now, the other little guys in the alley were even more frightened and trembling crazily.

"Oh my god! Boss, what's wrong with you?!"

Seeing the middle-aged man with the scar fixed in mid-air as if possessed by an evil spirit, he was about to fall, those young people had never seen such a big battle before, they dared to laugh at Su Qinghuan before, Now all of them are facing a catastrophe and fly away separately, and ran away in a hurry!

……

In an instant, only Su Qinghuan and the scarred man who stole Su Qinghuan's sumeru bag were left in the semi-dark alley.

Seeing the terrified expression on the scarred man's face, Su Qinghuan wanted to laugh but was speechless.

She didn't know which great god she had borrowed from, and immediately bowed to the open space of the alley with her hands clasped.

"Which expert is here to help me out? Su Mou is here to thank you."

"I didn't help you."

"..."

Su Qinghuan didn't hear the other party's answer at first, and thought that the mysterious expert had already run away, but when he heard the indifferent male voice from above, Su Qinghuan was startled immediately.

When she raised her head, she didn't know when, on the wall of the alley, there was a man in a white robe leaning on him. There was no decoration on the robe, except for the faint cloud pattern embroidered on the cuffs, which shimmered in the sunlight. .

……

When you see the other person for the first time, you don't realize how good-looking the young man is, you just feel that this person has an inexplicably alienated and noble temperament.

Cold and indifferent, as if to isolate the three thousand worlds of mortals, but the young man dressed in white has a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, just because of this cinnabar, let the young man's cold temperament that should be unattainable, for no reason. At the end, there will be a little more desire like misty rain and red dust.

……

While the other party was holding a jade flute in his hand, Su Qinghuan was controlling it with his hand, and he involuntarily looked a few more times at the knuckle-knuckle palm of the young man in white robe.

Then he moved his gaze upwards, and scanned the face that seemed to be extremely favored by the Creator.

Long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a face like a crown of jade, a thin lip, although the color is light, but it makes people want to kiss, but the man's complexion is alienated and noble, even if people feel itchy, they can't offend them.

……

Speaking of which, Murong Lingtian was born as the son of heaven, so he is naturally handsome, even if Su Qinghuan doesn't like Murong Lingtian, he has to admit that this scum has a good skin.

But the young man in front of him, even standing beside Murong Lingtian, would not look inferior in the slightest. On the contrary, because of his cold and noble appearance mixed with the desires of the world, he has a contradictory beauty that makes people unable to move his eyes away.

It is both expensive and extravagant.

……

Su Qinghuan is a face control person, and she felt that it was not polite to stare at other people's faces all the time. She simply lowered her eyelashes, touched her nose and said carelessly.

"I know you didn't help me, but because I was too noisy with these people and disturbed your nap, so you took action, but I also accepted your favor indirectly. If it is useful in the future, it will be useful. Within, I must give back to you."

"Ah……"

The young man in white was leaning lazily on the fence. He looked down at Su Qinghuan from a high position. Those extremely beautiful phoenix eyes shone as dark gray as a cold-blooded animal under the clear sky.

"You little girl, how can you be confident that you can help me?"

"...you know I'm a woman?"

Su Qinghuan glanced at the other party in amazement, she certainly looked completely masculine in this outfit, because the original owner had a flat figure, so she didn't even need to restrain her chest.

And the young man in white glanced at her with disgust.

"Although your chest is flatter, you don't need to pretend to be a man, do you?"

"..."

Fortunately, Su Qinghuan thought this guy was noble and glamorous before, but after hearing the speech of a straight man like the young man in white, Su Qinghuan's face, which was already painted black, became even darker on the spot.

"It seems that my benefactor doesn't need me to repay you, so I won't have to owe you a favor. Let me go."

Su Qinghuan turned around and raised her foot to leave, but when she was about to leave the alley in the middle of the walk, she suddenly thought of something serious, she hadn't taken away her sumi bag yet!

Su Qinghuan turned her head and glanced at the scarred sweater who was still fixed in mid-air.

Then the little fox raised his head angrily, and gave the young man in white an angry look.

"I didn't mean to come back to disturb your nap, but I still have my sumeru bag, so wait for me."

"...you do what you want."

The young man in white glanced at Su Qinghuan shyly. He was about to close his eyes when he suddenly heard the big man with scars fall from the air with a thud because it was time for the hold technique.

This is not the most speechless place for the young man in white, but Su Qinghuan, who has no image of a woman, directly kicked the most unspeakable place of the scarred man.

"This kick, let you steal my Sumeru bag, do you know that killing chickens for nothing is not easy to mess with?"

"Second foot, let you stare at the people who go to the underground bank to exchange money, you usually do a lot of evil, right?"

The man with the scar was already in unbearable pain, but Su Qinghuan's critical injury immediately made him kneel down crying and cursing.

"Ah, auntie, stop kicking! If you keep on kicking, you will lose your grandchildren!"

"A villain like you deserves this kind of fate! You still haven't handed over my sumeru bag!"

Su Qinghuan's words were gentle and gentle, even though her face was blackened, because this frail body still had a pitiful feeling.

But the ruthlessness under his feet was not polite at all.

……

Seeing this scene, the young man in white in mid-air shrank his pupils on the spot, as if he felt pain somewhere.

——This woman looks weak, but she is still a hot-tempered little pepper!

……

[The male lead is on stage, don't stand on the wrong CP~]

(End of this chapter)