Kill That Man

There are fairy birds ringing in the ears and mountain creeks.

The wind brings floral scents.

Yu Qingyao didn't want to see the scenery. She didn't have a match. She talked to Xiu and the guards. I'm thinking about the three people I just met, and I'm thinking about the six people I haven't seen yet.

She knew that if she just came out and walked, the nine disciples in front of her would inevitably have to try.

Just came so fast, unexpectedly.

You know, she came out this time only temporarily, and the three of them were waiting on her way. You can see her with their eyes.

It upset her, but it couldn't be helped. Those people stayed in Floating Mountain Sect for at least hundreds of years, and the power and connections of Nero were not comparable to those of her who had just arrived.

In Yu Qingyao's desire to come, the three of you who are here today are still in a hurry. It's not scary, it's scary, but it's a six-digit six-digit sickness.

She asked the guards about the next nine core fax disciples and was surprised to find out that her Brother Xuande was the number one person.

Yu Qingyao sweated a little.

The other five, but three, were out on assignment, not in Sect. The other one's closed, Enlightenment Avenue. Zhang Zhongdao, ranked third, although in the sect, is proud of his temperament, he should not hesitate to try.

In a chat with the guards, Yu Qingyao felt their pleasure, but she did not think about the relationship between the man and the woman.

In her mind, between superiors and inferiors, it's best to keep the right distance. In her experience, female superiors have ambiguous relationships with male subordinates, mostly bad things, and work is bad. A female star falls in love with a male bodyguard, and most likely attracts fierce opposition from outsiders.

She thought about how to use it together, subdue them, and make them obey. It's better to refer to where they fight, the kind where they don't dare to slap a dog if they hit a chicken. Like Alfred!

This is a tragedy for the twelve guards who want to get close to the water tower.

The next day, Yu Qingyao took the initiative to attack. She was the first to visit Ji Xuande, her Brother Xuande is the # 1 core fax disciple, currently the most promising to succeed the next owner.

Yu Qingyao felt that if he wanted to get along well in Zongney, he had to fight well first.

Yu Qingyao flew his men to Tianxiu Peak Feilong Court, where Ji Yingde lived.

Ji Yingde came out independently hundreds of years ago, and Feilong Yard was heavily guarded and crowded with masters.

Yu Qingyao was invited in immediately after communicating his name.

Ji Xuande was in the main hall and greeted her with his men.

Ji Xuande introduced her to four of her best men and invited her to take a seat.

After serving tea, he laughed: "Qingyao, how are you living in the cloud dream? But what's the trouble? If there is, just say it, and I'll help you! ”

Yu Qingyao laughed: “I'm fine, I just came to visit my brother and recognize his door. ”

Ji Xuande smiled and stood up and said, "I see. I'll walk you around. ”

Yu Qingyao busily rose to follow.

Ji Xuande led her around Feilong Court. Along the way, Yu Qingyao naturally approached him like a brother.

Not long after Mrs. Ji arrived.

At this time, they were in the study. Yu Qingyao saw four walls hanging handwriting, which looked remarkable, but the same style, apparently made by the same person, and asked: “Brother Xuan, who wrote these handwriting drawings? I look so good, I want to get one to hang in my study. ”

Ji Xuande smiled. “Is it really that good? ”

Yu Qingyao nodded and said, "Really, it's more real than pearl. It's the best writing I've ever seen. ”

Ji Xuan Deluxe said, "I wrote these at my leisure. ”

Yu Qingyao said in astonishment: “Oh my God, Xuan Dekou is so good. ”

Ji Xuande smiled and asked: "Do you know how to write? ”

Yu Qingyao said, “A little bit. When I was a child, I envied the reader, and after entering the pavement, I deliberately asked him to teach me writing and writing. ”

Ji Xuande laughed: "Oh? Write me a poem. ”

Yu Qingyao walked to the table, papered, researched the ink, wrote a poem with a pen: Living alone in a cloud dream, playing the piano for a long time. Be mindful of the Avenue and look back in the world.

She has more than beautiful words and insufficient skeletons.

Ji Xuande nodded and shook his head again.

Nod your head because you think women have words like this, which is good. Shake your head, naturally thinking that the level is not enough.

Yu Qingyao said shyly: "Mine is not as good as Xuandego wrote. Don't laugh at me. ”

Ji Xuande smiled slightly, holding a pen close to her, writing while speaking, teaching her how to write well.

Yu Qingyao stood beside him and asked from time to time.

Mrs. Ji Xiao came in and saw them standing side by side. She was intimate and surprised.

What does that mean? Isn't she the fiancée of that son of a bitch in India? What's she doing? Did you change your mind after seeing my husband?

Yes, my husband is 10,000 times stronger than Ki Young-deok's scum. Any woman who is not blind will change her mind, of course.

But this woman's status is unusual. She's very important to Zongmen. If she wants to enter my house, she can't be a concubine. Then I can die and give her a seat. How can I do that?

She coughed and laughed. “Yo, Sister Qingyao, welcome to my house. ”

She said the word "home" particularly loudly.

Yu Qingyao is a super-sensitive person of same-sex hostility. Although Mrs. Ji smiled beautifully and seemed enthusiastic, she immediately perceived hostility.

She should have stayed away from Ji Xuande at this time to avoid suspicion.

However, Yu Qingyao has always had no fear of war, and is fine with those who need to cause trouble.

Instead, she leaned against Ji Xuande, almost half of her body in his arms. "Well, I came to see Xuande. ”

She paused and said faintly: "Sister-in-law is here too! ”

Madame Ji is not happy. What do you mean I'm here? This is my house. It's weird I'm not here. Turns out you came to my house mainly for my husband. You don't want me here, do you? Is this a war book with me?

"'Yes!" said Lady Ji. What are you guys doing? ”

Yu Qingyao smiled: “Xuande is teaching me to write. ”

Ji Xuande smiled and put down his pen and said, "Nice! ”

Yu Qingyao turned around and admired him on his back. He said, "Brother Xuande, your handwriting is wonderful. Can I have one? I want it back, every day. ”

Ji Xuande immediately laughed: "No problem, you can take the handwriting here. ”

Yu Qingyao laughed: “That's what you said, don't regret it. ”

Ji Xuan Deguan said, “No! ”

Yu Qingyao picked two paintings and a scroll of calligraphy.

“I'll copy these first, and when I'm done, I'll learn something else. ”

Ji Xuande nodded with a smile.

Mrs. Ji was very silent when she saw them without jokes.

Can't you see I'm standing here alone? Don't you want to hide?