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The group of guests and Luo Qihua fell silent for a while, but there was a slight commotion in the servants standing outside.

After a while, an attendant hurriedly turned around from behind the crowd, walked to Luo Zhongmin's side, and whispered in Luo Zhongmin's ear.

The tips of Huarong's ears moved, wondering if she heard something.

Luo Zhongmin listened to the attendant's report, instead of reprimanding the attendant for being unruly, his complexion sank, and he waved his hand to make the attendant back down, and he went to Luo Qihua's side and relayed what the attendant had said.

Luo Qihua frowned fiercely, and was about to say something, when there was another movement outside the door.

First there was the sound of chaotic footsteps, and then someone could be heard whispering words such as "rules", "important matters", and "guests".The voice was far away and very small, although it was not clear, one could hear that although the tone was urgent, it was also extremely respectful.

As the voice approached, the chaotic steps suddenly disappeared, and the speaker was silent for some reason.Instead, it is the light steps and long breaths of the martial arts practitioners. If you are a keen person, you can feel a strong momentum at the same time.

It was obviously coming in the direction of Huarong.

The owner of that pace seemed to have no scruples, and went straight into the house.

A cold light appeared.

The group of disciples who were literati couldn't keep up with the speed, and they didn't know what happened, so they heard a clanging sound, and when they fixed their eyes, it turned out that a sword had pierced the ground.

Looking closely, I saw a person standing less than a finger's width away from the sword blade, and the sword in the umbrella almost pierced into that person's body with a cold light.

And it looks like a person—a pair of jet-black soap boots and a big red python suit, with spring knives embroidered on the waist and hips, a black gauze hat on his head, and a luan belt to complement the thin waist and long body of the person.

The man's hand was still on the knife, his sharp nails slashed across the pattern on the handle over and over again, and then stopped suddenly, his hand left the handle instead, he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.

The visitor's red lips were lightly parted, and the indistinguishable voice of men and women was a mixture of sharp and tactful, and he said leisurely: "This meeting ceremony...is not in the mind of our factory owner."

After all, the comer raised the corners of his lips, his blood red lips looked like those of an evil ghost, and made his face white as paper, which made people feel chills.

Speaking of the factory owner, who else is there besides that one?

Qin Jin stroked his pale hair, but seemed to be in a good mood, and said, "Long time no see? Huarong," Qin Jin's eyes rolled, passing the Luo family and others with different expressions, and their eyes fell on Shi Mu On the body, "There is also... the time of drinking."

Qin Jin's posture was as if the confrontation in Fengdu had never happened before, but at this moment he just met two old friends, and he naturally talked about the old days, and he didn't even have the rest of the people in the room in his eyes.

It's a pity that it can't be as Qin Jin wished.He doesn't remember, but Huarong doesn't forget.

The sarcastic letter Qin Jin left in Fengdu is still fresh in his memory, but at that time Huarong was still absorbed in the news that Hua Jiuqi was still alive, and had no time to argue with Qin Jin.

Only now it's different.

Even though Qin Jin had explained in his heart in the letter that he had no intention of targeting Huarong at all, and even had no intention of targeting Hua Jiuqi back then, it doesn't mean that Qin Jin's previous account of chasing Huarong so hard can be written off.

After all, if it weren't for Huarong's high martial arts skills, and later meeting Shi Mu, he would have died at the hands of countless dead men, Hua Jiuqi might not be able to protect him.

——Even Shi Mu, an immortal who was supposed to be sympathetic, would not let Qin Jin go softly, let alone Hua Rong, the cold-hearted son of a devil.

The sword just now was just a warning to Qin Jin because it was the residence of the Luo family.If it was a different place, the sword in the umbrella would not be as simple as stabbing the ground.

But on the other hand, although Huarong was hunted down, she was never fatally injured, but Qin Jin killed countless people on Huarong's back and forth and still hasn't seen any results. How can she not secretly hate it?

If you come and go like this, this account has long been unclear, and the two parties have long since ceased to be in a relationship where they can meet and smile,

At this time, Qin Jin was still able to stand calmly in front of the door and talk freely. Although Hua Rong didn't know the reason, she also understood that it might be because of common interests, which allowed Qin Jin to put down the old grudges for the time being.

This is indeed the case.

Qin Jin picked up the sword in the umbrella with his toes, and the sword fell into Qin Jin's hands after drawing a circle in the air.Qin Jin didn't deliberately return the sword, but just threw the sword back and said, "It's better to keep this life-saving thing."

There was no murderous intent on Qin Jin's body, and Huarong could lightly catch Qin Jin's thrown back sword without using any extra strength, but he just snorted coldly.It was rare for Shi Mu to raise his eyelids, but his eyes were full of sarcasm - if Hua Rong had to rely on a sword to save his life, he would have died many times already.

Any foreign object is not as reliable as its own strength.This point, as a fairy, Shi Mu felt clearly.

I don't know if Qin Jin read the meaning in the expressions of the two of them, but now, Qin Jin didn't give any response, still leaning against the door frame, with her feet on the threshold, and didn't rashly step into the house.

Luo Qihua, who is a serious family member, finally spoke up: "This is not the West Factory of your Lord Qin, so this attitude is inappropriate, right?"

More than inappropriate!

The status of the prime minister in the imperial court is one person under one person and above ten thousand people, even counting Xichang's growing strength, Luo Qihua and Qin Jin's status is also between brothers.Now that Qin Jin broke into the prime minister's mansion without notifying him, and even broke into Luo Qihua's study directly, didn't he take Luo Qihua seriously at all, and even threw his face on the ground and stomped on it!

Luo Qihua didn't have an attack just now, but it was because Huarong shot too fast, he didn't even have time to react and the two confronted each other.At this moment, Huarong and Qin Jin's tit-for-tat momentum was a little weaker, and Luo Qihua's anger burst out immediately.

If it was someone else, when they heard Luo Qihua's unfriendly speech, they would have to lower their stance, not to say how sincere and how false, but always apologize to others to save face.

However, Qin Jin is not. Such an uncertain and contradictory character can never be figured out with the attitude of ordinary people.

Qin Jin was still standing on the threshold, hearing Luo Qihua's voice, as if he had just noticed someone else in the room, his eyes lightly fell to the source of the sound, but his momentum suddenly changed.

Without Qin Jin's deliberate restraint, the hostility in his body came out all at once, surrounded Qin Jin with bared teeth and claws, hooking Qin Jin's clothes and hair rustling, and it seemed that people could faintly smell the thick blood fishy smell.At the same time, the calm expression on Qin Jin's face has long since disappeared. The muscles around his cheeks seemed to convulse uncontrollably. There are blue veins jumping suddenly.

Obviously furious.

If it was said that Qin Jin looked like an evil ghost when he grinned with red lips that seemed to be dripping blood, then at this moment, the person standing in front of the door is Shura in real life, the legendary ghosts and gods in the world!

Needless to say, Huarong Shimu, Luo Qihua and Luo Zhongmin were quite calm, but all the disciples, maids and servants were so frightened that they dared not make any more moves, for fear that one of them was wrong, and Shura would kill them all. Cut off his own head, then tore his own soul to be tortured in the eighteen hells!

Not to mention that Shura even glanced around with his eyes sideways, and all the people who were swept away felt guilty, sweated, and wanted to run away.

"To shut up."

These words were without the slightest anger, and were even unbelievably gentle and soft, but the girls and doormen subconsciously covered their mouths and remained silent, even breathing lightly a few times.

"You..." Luo Qihua flew into a rage as soon as he slapped the table, but stopped under Qin Jin's harsher stare.

"Sit quietly, the factory owner will have something to say to you later."

Qin Jin still had that sharp but soft tone, but the meaning in his tone was undeniable.

Luo Qihua's hand was tightly clenched.

"You should understand the truth that there are no more than three things."

Huarong was still playing with the Sword in the Umbrella in her hand, but her words also contained no emotion, not even a threat.Only the calm, powerful and noble voice of the Nine Heavens Spring flowed in the room, so determined that it seemed that it was only stating the established facts, and it broke Qin Jin's meaningless power without using a single bit of internal strength, and his momentum was overwhelmingly superior. .

Although what Huarong said was not very clear, but as keen as Qin Jin, he naturally understood Huarong's unfinished words-he had Hua Jiuqi as one of the guardians in Fengdu; now there is Hua Jiuqi's alliance with the Luo family. First, the personal enmity between him and Hua Rong was naturally delayed, it should be the second.But if he ignored the warning and stepped over the sword mark on the ground, breaking Huarong's negotiation, the two of them would die forever.This is exactly the reason why nothing matters.

Although Qin Jin is quite confident in her martial arts, she doesn't want to waste it on meaningless struggles.What's more, Qin Jin also has his own considerations...Feng Du has only been away for more than a month, but Huarong's martial arts has improved a lot, why would he take this risk to make Huarong suffer?

Furthermore...

He, Qin Jin, has never been a person short of bargaining chips!

……

In such a situation, everyone present had their own thoughts, the only thing in common was that everyone was tense, fearing that if they made a mistake, they would be doomed.

Once there was one person, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say:

Exams again from Friday to Sunday

As usual, the stupid author has to start recharging his energy

and so……

Update depends on the situation

very sorry