How dare the cannon fodder be arrogant

Xiao Lingfeng looked at Xiao Qi with a cold face: "It's because I've been too tolerant to you recently, making you so forgetful that you can't even control your mouth?"

His tone was too severe, Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, and immediately confessed his crime and accepted the punishment dejectedly.

He thought to himself that this prince has only been gentle for a few days, why did he turn into that terrifying appearance again.

Looking at the reckless young man kneeling on one knee in front of him, Xiao Lingfeng shook his head in his heart.

If Zhuang Qingyue would bear such a frivolous and frivolous speech, this silly child might not even know how he died.

He turned his eyes away from looking at Xiao Qi, stretched out his hand to Zhuang Qingyue, and said in a slow tone: "Is it okay, can you still walk?"

Zhuang Qingyue lowered her eyes, and there was a flash of interest in her eyes. He didn't believe that his clumsy play could fool the dignified Prince Jingbei.

Xiao Lingfeng saw that he was silent, so he took off the cloak and put it on him, and immediately hugged him horizontally: "Offended."

The feeling of suddenly flying into the air was not good, Zhuang Qingyue hooked Xiao Lingfeng's neck like a conditioned reflex, and was forced to lean in Xiao Lingfeng's arms, showing a bit of a fragile feeling of a bird clinging to others.

Zhuang Qingyue gritted her teeth and endured again and again, before she barely restrained herself from strangling the neck of the man in front of her.

He murmured in his heart: It's strange, is it true that a martial arts practitioner can hand over such vital parts as the neck to others without any precautions?Or is it that Xiao Lingfeng's skills have reached the point where he is not threatened at all?

After leaving the dark room and returning to the ground, Shi Shi had already led the people to catch the shopkeeper and tie him to the pillar in the lobby.

Xiao Lingfeng's subordinates squatted down the corner of the wall like quails, shivering.

Shitou and the others watched Xiao Lingfeng walk into the shop with the young man in white in his arms in the evening, and looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

And this kind of surprise vanished invisible after seeing the cold and serious expression of the prince and Xiao Qi behind him with a face of bitterness and hatred.

The prince is angry.

Alarm bells rang out in everyone's hearts, and they all restrained their gazes, kept their eyes on the nose, watched their hearts, and waited for Xiao Lingfeng to sit down and speak.

The shopkeeper saw his young master in Xiao Lingfeng's arms clearly, his eyes flashed, and he immediately cried and shouted at Xiao Lingfeng: "The hero, spare your life, my lord, spare your life!"

Xiao Lingfeng glanced at Shi Shi.

Shitou understood, stepped forward and grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar of his shirt, and said harshly, "Say! Are you and that bearded man in the same group?"

The shopkeeper's Tisi exchanged: "I'm wronged! I'm wronged! My lord, I don't know anything!"

"Just now, this young master was kidnapped by that bearded man to the underground darkroom in your yard. How dare you say you didn't know about it?"

The shopkeeper's eyes were bitter: "The little one just reconciled the account book in the room, and he really didn't know! My lord, please do me a favor, let the little one go!"

Xiao Lingfeng's brain ached from his crying, and he just wanted to finish this cutscene as soon as possible.

So he looked down at Zhuang Qingyue and asked him, "For you, is he really innocent or fake innocent?"

His original intention was that Zhuang Qingyue was the person involved, and whether the shopkeeper's words were true or not, he only needed to confront him to find out.However, to Zhuang Qingyue's ears, these words sounded like a bright temptation.

Zhuang Qingyue looked around, then looked up at Xiao Lingfeng's expression, really not sure how to answer.

At this moment, the shopkeeper was pinned down by the stone and couldn't struggle, but he still looked at Zhuang Qingyue with his neck stuck up, with anticipation in his eyes and never dodging, as if he really didn't know anything.

After thinking for a moment, Zhuang Qingyue closed her eyes and said calmly, "It's none of the shopkeeper's business."

Xiao Lingfeng nodded, without even asking a single extra word, he raised his hand to motion for Shito to release him.

As for why the bearded man was tied up in the shopkeeper's courtyard, and why an underground dark room was dug in the courtyard of an ordinary old shopkeeper, Xiao Lingfeng pretended not to know all the suspicious things.

After this cutscene, Xiao Lingfeng carried the man up the stairs.During the movement, the black cloak slid down a little, revealing Zhuang Qingyue's torn clothes.

Shi Shi caught a glimpse of it coldly, and immediately exchanged glances with the other soldiers, all of them turned their backs and dared not look any more.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Xiao Lingfeng put him on the low couch.He glanced casually, and what he saw was Zhuang Qingyue's slender neck, too fragile to grasp.

The majestic and majestic King Jingbei on the battlefield poked in place as if he was held in place by the small piece of jade white, and rolled his throat several times before he managed to look away.

grass.That bearded man was really right.

He scolded himself for being shameless in his heart, then corrected his thoughts: he is a man, he is a man, he is a man.

- Say important things three times.

Just as she was brainwashing herself, Zhuang Qingyue said: "I was lucky enough to be rescued by a knight just now, I don't know how I will repay my benefactor?" His clear voice fell in Xiao Lingfeng's ears like pearls and jade.

Xiao Lingfeng calmed down, waved his hands and said, "It's a small matter, don't take it to heart."

Zhuang Qingyue: "In this case, can benefactor tell me your name, so that I will always cherish gratitude in my heart and pray for benefactor every day."

"Xiao Dingchuan." Xiao Lingfeng glanced at the shining rosary bracelet on his wrist, and tentatively asked, "What about you?"

Zhuang Qingyue looked at him with calm eyes: "Fu Qingyue."