Bai Zongmang answered: "Please let the head of the Song Dynasty make it clear what you are talking about."

"I was on a blind date with Fang Yuming. We were having dinner in that restaurant and we were having a good conversation, but something unpleasant happened." Song Qingsi said.

"What's going on?" Bai Zongmang asked with a vigilant face.

——Something is wrong.

Doesn’t sword cultivation directly point to the human heart?

They act openly and aboveboard, take pleasure in grudges and grudges, are heroic and open-minded.

This is not to say that sword cultivators are heartless.

Only experienced monks like me know that when a sword cultivator talks in front of you and twists and turns——

Things are broken.

Song Qingsi's eyes suddenly turned red, and she said with aggrieved face:

"I was chatting happily with Fang Yuming, this person -"

She pointed at Uncle Zhang who was standing with Fu Caier and continued:

"He looks at me!"

Bai Zongmang: "?"

Elders: "?"

Disciples: "?"

Fu Cai'er: "!"

Uncle Zhang: "??????"

"Look at you...what happens next?" Bai Zongmang answered.

Song Qingsi wiped her tears, lowered her head and said:

"Master Bai, he looked at me with that leering look. I felt insulted."

"Xiao Fang couldn't stand it, so he stood up for me and beat him with a sword."

Dead silence.

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but said: "You are talking nonsense, I didn't even look at you!"

"Didn't you look at me? I was sitting with Fang Yuming, and you obviously looked at me!"

"I just glanced at you."

"Then what are you quibbling about? You yourself admitted that you looked at me - you made me feel very uncomfortable - my family, who knows, you looked at me with such disgusting eyes."

Still dead silent.

Song Qingsi took out her handkerchief, wiped her tears, and pointed at Bai Zongmang with the Xiushui Divine Sword:

"I don't care, Master Bai, you have to seek justice for me."

Bai Zongmang was dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!