"Oh? Could it be that the Eleventh Emperor is still alive...that's really gratifying."

As Murong Ruo imagined, the picture of the little girl holding her sleeve and begging for mercy did not appear at all. Even Qin Qiong was still indifferent, and he didn't even frown, and said lightly: "But I did like the original works of Wu Daozi back then, but unfortunately... At that time, I was just a carefree little princess. Now, I am Qin Qiong who yearns for martial arts. Naturally, I will no longer like this thing that means that I have no benefits in martial arts. So, you can return this treasure to him for me."

Murong Ruo was surprised and said, "You... are you not moved at all by your brother?"

"Why moved?"

Qin Qiong looked at Murong Ruo in surprise and said, "The Heavenly Family has no relatives. Although I am a princess, my brothers and sisters are not twenty or eighteen. Although the eleventh prince's identity is a bit special, what's the difference?"

"But...but he always cares about you, even if he is wanted and hunted down, he never forgot you. You... you are like this?"

Murong Ruo suddenly felt angry and shouted, "Do you really have such a cold and thin mind?"

"Is this cold-bo? In fact, I am still very concerned about the matter of the Eleventh Emperor..."

Qin Qiong said: "I know he killed the second emperor brother, and then his appearance was destroyed. After that, he disappeared and disappeared again. He thought he was dead, but he didn't want to be alive? He could escape from the heavy pursuit of the Qin Iron Cavalry. Sure enough, he could not behave like a person. Although the eleventh emperor brother did not know martial arts, he could indeed be what ordinary people could not..."

"Is this what you think?"

Murong Ruo's anger became more and more intense. He remembered the expectation when Su Jing handed over this scroll to him, and remembered the ten swords of extreme love when he used the ten swords of extreme love, which aroused the feelings in his heart, making him unable to help but call out the sweetness of Xiaoqiong...

He keeps you in his heart, but you... are so cold...

Holding the Snow Wolf Sword at the waist with a slender hand, I really want to teach this a lesson...

"What are you doing? Want to do it on me?"

Qin Qiong glanced at him and said, "Although you have the skills of entering the Tao, my realm is one level higher than you. If you really fight, you may not be your opponent, but you may not be able to take me in a short time. If you alarm my master... At that time, you will definitely lose, so why bother to bring shame to yourself?"

Murong Ruo sneered and said, "That's right... You are like a person who is unwilling and fortunate, and you deserve to let me do it? Finally, you are a little self-aware, but unfortunately... Even if you teach you a lesson, you shouldn't be me... Humph, Brother Su is really blind to his dog eyes, so he will care about you... This..."

She wanted to say something ugly, but this woman was as thick as a city wall, so how could she say it herself...

His breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Finally, he just snorted angrily, threw the scroll hard on the ground with no means, and shouted: "Anyway, he asked me to give you the things. My things have been delivered. You can do whatever you want. Whether it is torn or burn it, I suggest you better sell it. The original painting of the Saint of Painting can be sold at least one hundred thousand taels, which is enough for you to buy a lot of elixirs to eat, and you will be sucked to death..."

Say it, turn around and leave without hesitation.

With anger...

Qin Qiong: “……………………………………………………………………”

She tilted her head strangely, thinking to herself that she was scolding the Eleventh Emperor or scolding me?

eleven……

elder brother?

The eyes lingered over the scroll, and the seven-leaf lotus heart grass in the palm that had been held into pieces fell to the ground...

She slowly got up and bent down to pick up the scroll.

"Is the authentic work of the Painting Saint?"

She murmured, and ripples appeared in her eyes.

And at this time...

Murong Ruo was still angry and murmured while walking, his anger had already reached its peak.

"What shit Xiaoqiong... What shit sister, what shit sister, what should she do with such a cold and thin sister? I was worried about something unimaginable to them before. Now it seems that Brother Su is completely hot and shaved. This guy has no eyes and so many beauties around him. Even if he is moved by his niece and is more moved by this scumbag, he is even more... hateful, hateful..."

She wouldn't curse while walking, and she wouldn't curse. She would just be unlucky and be careless... She knew that maybe it was really that Brother Su who favored Princess Qinglian alone, but Princess Qinglian always had this attitude towards Brother Su...

She couldn't help but feel sorry for Brother Su in her heart and angered her for not fighting, thinking that she didn't care about you at all, so why would you please her so much? It's simply too much...

Thinking of this, a burst of anger turned directly to Su Jing.

At the beginning, he was still scolding Qin Qiong, so he turned to scolding Su Jing...

When she came, someone checked her token, but now when she returned, no one dared to investigate. After all, if you dare to be so aggressive within the Shenyan Sect, you must have some support. It would be better not to come forward and provoke it casually!

As he was just cursing, his expression suddenly turned into hesitation and sorrow. He thought to himself that Brother Su must have given me such an important thing, but he had to deal with it with all his expectations... How would he explain to him in the future?

It seems that only...

Well, Brother Su has entrusted me with two things and another thing to do to him to do more profitably... Otherwise, wouldn't it be like I'm not careful?

Thinking of this, Murong Ruo sighed helplessly and murmured to himself: "From now on, Brother Su can no longer take care of his affairs. His affairs... are not easy to do."

As he said that, he sighed helplessly again.

"Ah Yee...Ah Yee..."

Thousands of miles away.

Su Jing, who was bent down to tidy up the bluestone floor on the ground, suddenly sneezed several times in a row.

Ling Yue sat next to her and looked at her concern: "Uncle...what's wrong with you?"

"No... nothing, maybe I'm choking my nose by smoke and dust."

Su Jing scratched his nose... He looked up at the bluestone floors in the yard, and showed a helpless look on his face, and sighed: "It turns out that I am not dead. I have to fill the pits I dug myself to death."

"I deserve it, who made you unable to control your sword energy?"

Qu Wuyi sat aside, holding a novel about the Rangers in his hand, looking at Su Jing while looking at him, looking at his face no longer as cold as before. Of course, this has nothing to do with Su Jing who specifically explained to her the night before that he had a sister named Xiaoqiong, who was related to blood.

Qu Wuyi is naturally not the kind of petty person.

Just looking at the dense sword energy in the yard, the flowers and plants in the yard were almost cut into pieces, and there was nothing to see...

She sighed and said, "It's a blessing that I know you welcome me here. Otherwise, I'd seen such a messy scene just now. I really couldn't help but wonder if this was a deliberate method to drive me out."

"Turn you out?"

Su Jing raised his eyebrows, a bright smile appeared on his face, and said, "Why am I willing to drive you out?"

Qu Wuyi's originally calm brows immediately frowned. Is it an illusion? I feel like this bastard... is becoming more and more presumptuous and always teases himself in and out of the way. What's going on?
Chapter completed!