I Just Want To Farm

All right, after Yun Chuxiu sat on the side, he didn't bother Qin Yu, because Qin Yu knew that the other party's seat was not because of him.

It's because the two of them happened to be at an angle opposite Fang Yourong.

So what, what kind of hatred and resentment is this that you care so much about?

Qin Yu pondered, this was probably same-sex repulsion.

Yun Chuxiu is a typical royal sister and queen with a strong personality, a poisonous mouth, a bully, and a vicious person, but she also protects her weaknesses - this idiot, I can bully you, but I can't.

However, her strength is also reflected vividly.

Fang Yourong probably defeated her before, and she was also the number one beauty.

Ah, there is nowhere to put my heart against her.

Should!

The most interesting thing is—Fang Yourong is obviously not on the same emotional channel as Yun Chuxiu, she is so fixed, like a pinnacle of calming the sea, after sitting down, she just looks at the kang and doesn't speak.

Qin Yu felt relieved inexplicably—hehe, you cancer also has such a jealous day?

Fortunately, Yun Chuxiu also has a number of stages, so it is impossible to make endless troubles for others.

On the contrary, Qin Yu noticed that Zhanlan was a little nervous, and her mood began to sink, as if thinking of the three people who died.

She thought for a while, put Jiaojiao down, got up and went to the side, and picked from the dazzling array of fine wines on the wine rack. She had a good sense of smell, and she could distinguish a wisp from the many wines that smelled the same but were different, and raised her eyebrows lightly. .

Well, good stuff.

She was about to reach up to touch the pot.

Just outside the door there was the sound of boots stepping on the snow, and then the door was pushed open.

With a creak, he came with the wind and snow that circled outside the door but couldn't come in.

When I saw him, I felt the light of the blade on the blade.

But it is gorgeous and noble like peacock feathers.

Probably because of his extraordinary handsomeness, or maybe because of his extraordinary temperament.

Qin Yu glanced at him and was a little startled.

Oh, the ranking list of male gods she has seen is about to reach a titan.

Glancing at Fang Yourong on the other side, he thought to himself——is the ranking of the true disciples of this f*cking flawless true disciple linked to his appearance?

However, there seemed to be a person following Fifth Dao Ling.

a young woman.

Protruding from behind his handsome figure, he was wearing a snow-white inner skirt and a cloud-pattern cloak outside, as clear and beautiful as a little fairy in the cold moon.

The four true transmissions of the main peak win Ruo.

In this way, man is complete.

———————

The fifth Dao Ling entered the door, took a step forward, looked up and saw a woman who was about to get a drink in front of the mahogany floor in front of the drunk driver.

Also looking at him.

His eyes were a little surprised, and he seemed to be smiling.

He froze for a moment, paused, and his expression was a little strange at that moment.

At that time, Yun Chuxiu's angle just happened to be real, the man entering the door in front and the woman looking sideways while taking the wine. ． ．

She thought it was a little funny, so she really laughed.

With her back to Qin Yu and the two of them, Fang Yourong saw something in Yun Chuxiu's pupils, her eyebrows drooped slightly, and her plain fingers were gently combing the jade tassels around her waist.

Look indifferent.

Fifth Dao Ling's eyes quickly turned to the left, and he glanced at the people beside the kang.

"If it's all there, let's start."

After finishing speaking, he glanced sideways at Qin Yu again.

"One bottle is not enough to make wine."

"Take it again."

Qin Yu smiled, lowered his eyes, touched the red cloth with his fingertips, and smelled the intoxicating aroma of wine inside.

How many more bottles do you want? That's a good thing.

———————

The charcoal fire in the kang is burning, and the wine is boiled around the stove. The wine gradually heats up and the smell of the wine gradually dissipates.

It was snowing heavily outside the house, covered in silver, and under the warmth of this room, many geniuses sat around the fireplace.

The fifth Daoling is the leader and speaks first.

"Sundering Armor Peak, the third true biography, Gan Shinichi."

"The main peak, the fifth true biography, talk about Mingzhao."

"And Nalan Yunliang from Meteor Peak."

His voice was thick and deep, as if he had ground a rock and atomized the air, and he looked at Zhanlan, "How did you die, please tell me in detail."

Zhan Lan tucked in her sleeves with her fingertips and was about to speak when she saw Qin Yu take out a handful of small plum blossoms from the meson and put them in the wine stove.

It was obviously a very serious occasion, but she suddenly added a bit of leisurely and calm charm.

Zhanlan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly relaxed a little, and said: "They died in the hands of the little prince of the Baili royal family who accompanied him. They had two masters in the distraction period. At that time, we were not opponents at all. Senior Brother Qian Zhenyi stepped in and cut it off." The other party chased and killed us, but this is the case, the other party forced us too much, and before we escaped much, they caught up. Senior brother Tan Mingzhao and senior brother Nalan Yunliang died at that time. flee."

"How did Yuan Xiaojun get injured?"

"Being hunted down, the two of us desperately fought to the death, we had no resistance, we knew we were hopeless, so we fled to the fault zone in the middle of Huixuan Crack, where we encountered a wave of stone whirlpool ghosts, who were blocked by stone whirlpool ghosts, but far away Xiaojun was seriously injured and dying."

"Since Xiaojun Xiaojun was seriously injured and lost his combat power, even if the opponent was blocked by the Shixuan ghost, because the number of Shixuan ghosts is dense in the fault zone in the middle of the Huixuan crack, how did you escape?"

"We broke the Ishikawa way of the fault zone."

"Road to Ishikawa? If you are distracted, you will surely die. Why are you fine?"

Since the first question was asked by Wu Daoling, the next few questions were all from Zhuang Silin, the second true biography of Chaoyang Peak, one after another, very sharp and quick.

Zhan Lan answered one by one, and when she got to the last one, her calm face was still much paler after all.

She paused, glanced at the other party, and already understood the other party's sharp intentions.

Her lips trembled, and she said: "At that time, there was a change in the southeast direction. These stone whirl ghosts seemed to be frightened, and they fled into the cracks."

Many true disciples were a little surprised, with different expressions, but Zhuang Silin said indifferently: "Really? That's really very fortunate."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly asked a series of questions, "Why did the conflict between you and the little boy of Baili start? Why is the other party so hostile? How did the little boy die, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fifth Dao Ling was about to interrupt him when he suddenly heard a soft voice.

It was inserted very peacefully and warmly, like a gust of wind.

"I once heard that in the world of mortals, in a secular town, there was a farm girl who came home at night. She was robbed by bandits and violated her reputation. She was lucky enough to save her life and returned home, dying. Everyone in the town was shocked when they heard about it. The Lord of the Yamen Mansion ordered a strict investigation and asked this woman, first, why did you come back at night? Second, why did you wear such thin and revealing clothes? Third, why did you not resist if you survived the powerful gangsters? Are you voluntary?"

When these words came out, everyone looked at the person who spoke. ． ． Qingqiu of Gudao Peak held the fat cat in his arms, stroked the beautiful fur with his fingers, his eyebrows were loose.

Zhuang Silin narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Qingqiu, what do you mean?! Could it be that I can't ask her anymore? Why do you say that there is something or nothing to ridicule me?"

Qin Yu looked at Zhuang Silin calmly: "You can tell her by yourself, for any crime, investigation and questioning are based on suspicion, suspicion of any scale is normal, but your own heart is different from the heart of someone who whips others in front of others. It's two different things. If you suspect that she has a ghost, whether it's a traitor or an undercover agent or a participant in the planner of this tragedy, then go and investigate."

She is like a quiet pool, as calm as a mirror, illuminating people's hearts.