Jianling

It is impossible to kill Meng Wubei, and it will be impossible in the next life. Meng Yanhan gave Feng Qingchen a knife in a considerate manner, and knocked him unconscious in a gentle and considerate manner. This matter is over with her.

Song Zhubo turned over and got out of bed, straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, and said softly: "It's getting late, I'll ask the store to prepare some food for delivery."

"Wait a minute." Meng Yanhan kicked Feng Qingchen who had fallen on the bed back to the ground and lay there paralyzed. He raised his eyes and looked at Song Zhubo, "Did something happen these few days?"

Song Zhubo pursed his lips and shook his head: "No."

"Then why did you suddenly ask me...that question?"

"Just thought of it."

Meng Yan smiled coldly: "Then why did Feng Qingchen want to kill him all of a sudden?"

Song Zhubo was still a little uncomfortable shaking his head just now, but this time he shook his head very calmly: "I don't know."

Meng Yanhan remembered the shocking gossip that Feng Qingchen promised to share with her, which was interrupted by Feather Cub, and reluctantly believed that Feather Cub was unaware of this gossip, but she did not have the slightest doubt in her eyes nailed to Song Zhubo. Unchanged, still looking straight at him, Song Zhubo stood for a long time, finally lost, and whispered: "One thing."

"Say."

"...someone is passing it on. Judging from the astrology, among the four seniors in the past, some of them will die soon."

Meng Yanhan's eyelids twitched fiercely, and he asked, "Who?"

The four seniors naturally refer to the current rulers of the four sects.If it's the other three families, it's okay, if it's Qingru Daojun...Meng Yanhan only feels like his heart is beating like a drum, full of ominous premonitions.

Qingru... If something happens to Qingru, what will happen to the Pichenmen?Is it clear?With a temper like Qing Zheng's, how old is she, and how much martial arts she has now, can she support the Pi Chen Sect?

The era when you can be awe-inspiring just by raising the dust-proof door...is it over?

Meng Yanhan shuddered all over, raised his head uncontrollably, and asked softly, "Is it... Daojun?"

Song Zhubo clenched his fists, and replied softly: "I don't know...it might be someone else."

Meng Yanhan shook her head. In fact, she could vaguely guess Feng Qingchen's background, because Feng Qingchen didn't shy away from her, and often showed financial resources far beyond ordinary people. Combined with his attitude towards Feng Chenshan, most likely It was Feng Shenqing, the lost genius of the Feng family.Since he dared to come out to make troubles, it means that the Feng family can completely suppress it, and Feng Chenshan can naturally afford it.

And Song Mingyun... Song Mingyun is still young and in his prime, so the possibility of accidents is not high.

Only Wen Xu and Qing Ru were left, Meng Yanhan wished that Wen Xu was dying of illness, but she was well aware of Wen Xu's state, this old guy lost Xiao Shuhua, and now Huanxizong has no successors People, Wen Zhumi and Wen Meixun are still difficult to deal with together, and it is not difficult to defeat each of them. Wen Xu will definitely not let people know that his life is at stake so easily, and most of them are rotten. Know every penny.

Song Zhubo saw that she was in a bad mood, so he opened the door and went out, leaving behind Meng Yanhan and Feng Qingchen who was dying on the ground, and the whole room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Afterwards, the two were sober and ate something together, Song Zhubo poured a bucket of water to wake Feng Qingchen up, and the three of them sat looking at each other like this, Feng Qingchen was the most emotional and kept crying.

Meng Yanhan was annoyed by his noise, slapped the wall, and said coldly: "I have something to say, what happened?"

Feng Qingchen shook his head and repeated: "I want to kill Meng Wubei, I want to kill him."

"My old lady can kill you now."

Feng Qingchen raised his face, his face was flushed, and finally met Meng Yanhan's murderous gaze, and said in a low voice: "Shou Zhenjun...he...has been in love with Meng Wubei for a long time."

Meng Yanhan's coat that was draped over her body fell to the ground, and even Song Zhubo, who had always been indifferent, changed his face. Meng Yanhan opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, and Song Zhubo said: "...as expected .”

They are like glue, and the rumors about them have been rampant in the market for a long time, but people who know Meng Wubei a little bit will find it ridiculous-after all, like Meng Wubei, let alone the idea of ​​love. The matter itself seemed ridiculous.

Feng Qingchen lowered his head and tugged at his hair angrily. The sable fur he was wearing was messed up by Meng Yanhan earlier, which further showed the pain and contradictions of this young swordsman who was always high-spirited.

"...What about him? I don't believe who he will like." Meng Yanhan suddenly asked, she never cared about other people's faces, so even though Feng Qingchen was shockingly ugly, she still continued talking to herself , "...Xiao Shuhua really deserves it."

Feng Qingchen interrupted her through gritted teeth: "Stop talking."

"Can't tell?" Meng Yanhan laughed, and there was a trace of cruelty between the sharp and beautiful eyebrows, as if drinking blood and eating meat, "I thought he was so smart, ha, he is not asking for death."

Song Zhubo's breathing was very soft. He watched the pain of the two, and after thinking for a while, he finally stepped forward, picked up the coat that had fallen on the ground, and put it back on Meng Yanhan's body.Feng Qingchen had a full view of the interaction between the two, and suddenly sneered like a counterattack: "Xue Guanyin, do you think you have the right to laugh at Shou Zhenjun?"

Meng Yanhan's whole body was shocked, Song Zhubo turned his face sideways, stared at Feng Qingchen coldly, and said indifferently: "I won't bother you about her affairs, shall I?"

Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then broke out into a burst of laughter. He stood up tremblingly, pointed at Song Zhubo as if drunk and crazy, tilted his head and smiled: "Crazy, we are all crazy! Who is qualified to accuse the guard Isn’t Zhenjun’s?...Hahahaha you, who are you crazy, your family let you out to fool around with Blood Guanyin like this, what are you trying to do to her!?”

"Whose wound can you poke like this?" Meng Yanhan laughed, and fought back aggressively, "Xiao Shuhua's own voluntary thing, you are not fair for him——chh, I remembered...you should have already You know Xiao Shuhua likes him, right? It's funny that you suddenly want to seek death beyond your means!...Feng Qingchen, speak up and tell my old lady like a man. "

She suddenly lowered her voice, but bit her words clearly: "Did Xiao Shuhua sleep well?"

Feng Qingchen's sword came out of its sheath abruptly, and Song Zhubo, who was closest to him, didn't even react. The murderous sword was already pressed against Meng Yanhan's neck.

The sword of the flower picker is famous all over the world. It is said that his sword is as noble as his own, but it can be turned into the most ruthless weapon, mercilessly cutting off the first flower in spring, and then gradually acting as a young man, pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. , the sword light is like weaving, and it will never hurt the color in the slightest.Meng Yanhan's sword has never had the complex of cutting flowers and pity flowers. She only cares about killing, so she is not afraid of being killed.

Meng Yanhan casually raised her eyes, as if she was extremely contemptuous, but her eyes were full of revenge-like pleasure. She personally uncovered the scar, smiled happily, met Feng Qingchen's red eyes, and said slowly: "What are you in a hurry for?" , you can’t kill him by yourself. Why don’t you share it thoroughly with me, maybe you can buy me to accompany you to die?”

Song Zhubo took a sharp breath, and said softly, "Feng Qingchen, put down the sword."

Feng Qingchen's expression was extremely cold, completely gone from the previous wanton and loose, Song Zhubo had never been so nervous, Feng Qingchen ignored Meng Yanhan for the time being, turned his head towards Song Zhubo with a cruel and pitiful expression Laughing: "Do you regret it?... Regret that you didn't carry that knife with you in order to hide your identity. Don't be sad, young master, weak is weak."

Song Zhubo's breathing stopped.

Feng Qingchen shook his head, continued to look at Meng Yanhan with a smile: "It turns out that you don't know how to kill people, but I underestimated you...Little brother, don't look at me like that. This is fate."

"Chicken Feather, you go out." Meng Yanhan stretched his waist, the gauze wrapped around her body was oozing a little bit of blood, but she didn't seem to notice it, calmly put on her outer shirt, and went to bed again. A ribbon was pulled from the cabinet, and he grabbed his hair and tied it carefully, "You can't beat him, and neither can I."

Feng Qingchen smiled exaggeratedly: "Huh? You are eighth and I am tenth. This is incomparable."

Meng Yanhan sneered inexplicably, closed his eyes, and laughed at himself: "My mother knew from birth how terrible talent is. Have fun, it's my mother who went down the mountain, otherwise it would be Qing Zheng who went down the mountain instead. Don't even think about it today, you rascal."

Feng Qingchen put his sword back into its sheath with a half-smile, his eyes were still red, so his smile was not sincere at all, but he still took the initiative to say: "Meng Yanhan, you are the most powerful woman I have ever seen. Taoist Zheng is far inferior to you. If you are not Meng Wubei's junior sister...or if there is no such thing as Shou Zhenjun in the world, I will definitely cherish you, and will never point a sword at you in this life."

Meng Yanhan sneered noncommittally, and heard Song Zhubo ask softly: "When will I pick you up?"

Feng Qingchen said: "Don't pick it up, maybe you won't be able to pick it up in this lifetime."

"Shut up!" Song Zhubo turned his face viciously, "If something happens to her, you'd better kill me too."

Feng Qingchen shrugged and smiled perfunctorily: "No way, if she kills you, wouldn't she be a ghost and never let me go."

Meng Yanhan turned over and got out of bed, put on shoes and socks, casually picked up the Diansu sword at the side, and said with a smile: "Be good, don't run too far, I will find you when I come back."

Song Zhubo didn't say another word until Meng Yanhan finished his clothes, Feng Qingchen turned around and smiled at him: "Young master, I have reserved this room for a month, if she fails to come back for a month, you will You can go home and inherit your ancestral property."

Song Zhubo moved her lips, but saw Meng Yanhan slap Feng Qingchen on the back of the head, and then she waved her hand casually, hugging Diansu, her clothes turned into the gust of wind when the door closed .

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside the room. Song Zhubo looked around the room, but Meng Yanhan left him nothing.

Then he heard the man ask him respectfully: "Seventh Young Master, have you cleaned up?"

Song Zhubo was silent for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

"My lord, the chariots and horses are ready. The master has been waiting for you at home for a long time."