Lord of Puluo

Zhang Xiuling walked out of Tongqing Theater, looking a little dazed. Duan Shuqun and Shen Rongqing saw each other off behind her and put Zhang Xiuling on the rickshaw.

Today is the opening ceremony of Tongqing Theater. Zhang Xiuling was invited to attend. After the ceremony, He Jiaqing discussed some things with her, which Zhang Xiuling could not accept.

"Xiuling, I saw you drank a lot just now. Be careful on the road." Shen Rongqing handed the handbag to Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Xiuling took the bag, said nothing, and asked the driver to drive away.

Duan Shuqun followed the car and shouted, "Clan Master Zhang, I'm waiting for news from you."

After the rickshaw had gone away, Duan Shuqun turned to look at Shen Rongqing: "Rong Qing, after so many years of our friendship, there are some things I don't want to say more about. Jiaqing can see your little moves. Don't look at his usual joking. He has never been generous. When he really falls out, it will be difficult to handle. "

Shen Rongqing laughed: "You have good eyesight. What did you see? Tell him to go ahead. I want to see how big a crime I have committed. I want to see how he can punish me!"

Duan Shuqun shook his head repeatedly and said nothing more.

Zhang Xiuling arrived at Baiyuan Garden, which is the main hall of Baihuamen. Four gardens surround a foreign-style building. The heads of each hall gathered in the hall of the foreign-style building, waiting for Zhang Xiuling's decision.

He Jiaqing made a condition that Baihuamen would return to the He family. The head of the sect would be appointed by He Jiaqing. All the business in the gang would be handed over to the He family. Each hall member would receive a monthly salary based on his head.

Such conditions are unheard of, and He Jiaqing wants to take over Baihuamen.

He gave Zhang Xiuling three days to make a decision, but Zhang Xiuling didn't want to agree.

"Our Baihua Sect is one of the best sects in Puluozhou, and none of the previous sect leaders have weak points. Although I, Zhang Xiuling, am a woman, since I sit in the position of the sect leader, I must not lose the sect's family fortune. Zhang Even if people are broken into pieces, they will never bow their knees to the He family!"

A seventh-level literary cultivator, the most talented woman in Puozhou, her words are naturally powerful.

But when these words came out, the heads of each hall did not respond.

To them, there was something more powerful than the words Zhang Xiuling just said, and that thing was Han Yaomen's head.

No matter how beautiful you say it, He Jiaqing was really killed, and not only Han Yaomen was killed, but hundreds of people died in Qingyunhui, and their heads were all packed in wooden boxes one by one.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhang Xiuling asked everyone to disperse first.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Xiuling was distraught when Fu Lianhong, the master of Honghua Hall, knocked on the door and came in.

The two of them were as good as sisters. Seeing that Zhang Xiuling was the only one in the room, Fu Lianhong simply told the truth: "Sister Xiuling, you can't hold on to your position as head of the house. Let's not talk about how ruthless He Jiaqing is. The people in the gang have lost their hearts.”

Zhang Xiuling stared at Fu Lianhong for a moment without saying anything.

Fu Lianhong slapped himself: "I blame me for talking too much. My sister must think that I have other motives for saying what I just said. I'll tell you from the bottom of my heart. If my sister is not in the gang, I will definitely not stay." ,

As long as you make up your mind, we sisters will go together.

Over the years, I have a lot of savings. Let’s find a quiet place to live a good life. We are literati.

Why don't you do what a scholar should do, and put more effort into spiritual practice, which is better than anything else? Why bother here with a group of desperadoes? "

"Literati----."

Zhang Xiuling stared at the bag for a moment, and she thought of another literati.

Shen Rongqing took out the bag for her. She seemed to have something to say at that time.

Zhang Xiuling took the bag and opened it. There was a note inside the compact.

There were only three words written on the note: Looking for Li Qi.

This is Shen Rongqing's tip to Zhang Xiuling.

Fu Lianhong glanced at it, nodded repeatedly and said: "This is also a way. Put aside the gods on the clouds, the only person in the mortal circle who can fight with He Jiaqing is Li Qi."

Zhang Xiuling went to Xiaoyaowu, but Li Qi was not there. When asked about her whereabouts, no one knew.

Zhang Shuning, the steward of Xiaoyaowu, admired Zhang Xiuling very much. He gave Zhang Xiuling a tip: "Go to Xindi to find the fifth master. If you have anything to say, tell the fifth master."

Zhang Xiuling thanked her profusely and took a car to the Lu family mansion. Fu Lianhong was puzzled: "Didn't you say you were going to Xindi to find Ma Wu? What were you doing at the Lu family's house?"

"Do you know the price of finding Ma Wu?"

Fu Lianhong was so anxious: "It's already this time, do you still care about this little thing? Ma Wu is young and promising.

So many girls wanted to rub themselves against her, but they couldn't find a way. "

"Looking for Li Qixing, Ma Wu can't do it. I'm not that mean." Zhang Xiuling refused. She wanted to go to the Lu family mansion to find Duan Shaoxia.

When Duan Shaoxia encountered trouble in the past, Zhang Xiuling did her best, and she was never vague at all. The two of them were as good as real sisters.

Now I heard that something happened to Zhang Xiuling. Duan Shaoxia packed up her things overnight and went back to her hometown. Zhang Xiuling didn't find anyone.

Fu Lianhong didn't say a word, she couldn't bear to ridicule Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Xiuling returned to Baiyuanzi and asked her men to arrange flowers.

One hundred flowers were selected from four gardens, each with a different variety.

Putting these flowers together, Zhang Xiuling knelt among the flowers and prayed silently. She wanted to invite the Flower God.

There are two theories about the origin of the Baihua God. One is that the Baihua God is the creator of the Baihua Gate. He has reached a certain level and has escaped from the mortal world.

Another theory is that the God of Flowers is not in the mortal world, but is a beautiful fairy in the sky. The Baihuamen loves and respects flowers, so he is blessed by the God of Flowers.

It is said that the master of the Baihua Sect can obtain the power of the Baihua God by praying among the flowers, but this is just a legend and is different from the situation of the Qingyun Society.

Bei Wushuang used to be the leader of the Qingyun Society. He really took care of the Qingyun Society, but it is almost impossible to verify whether the Baihua God really took care of the Baihua Sect. Some people said in the past that the sect leader did get strength from praying, but that There is no conclusion on whether it is the power of the Flower God.

Zhang Xiuling prayed devoutly among the flowers. Fu Lianhong was beside her and persuaded her hard: "Sister Xiuling, let's not waste time here. We don't even know whether the Baihua God is real or fake. Our previous sect leaders were all literary cultivators. We help the people inside the sect." There has never been a flower cultivator, so what’s the use of worshiping the flower god?”

"It works! The wisdom roots of all the sect masters in the past generations were given by the God of Flowers!"

"This is meant to deceive others, how could you deceive yourself too? Sister Xiuling, sister——

After scolding for a long time, Zhang Xiuling remained silent. Fu Lianhong was a little confused. Could it be that she had really obtained the power of the Flower God?

A gust of cold wind blew by, and a crystal clear filament floated out of Zhang Xiuling's mouth.

She fell asleep, drooling from her sleep.

Fu Lianhong sighed and said: "Okay, have a good sleep. When you wake up, you will know what to do."

Li Qi asked for a batch of dark energy carriers from Shen Jingye. These carriers are materials used for making ropes.

Shen Jingye's face was wrapped in gauze and he looked at the application form Li Qi brought up: "Do you want this many?"

"Xiao Shen, it's pointless to say this. We are true friends."

"I just asked casually." Shen Jingye signed the application form with a swipe of his pen.

He is not worried that Li Qi will not pay it back. Li Qi has gone through the formal procedures and it is enough that there is an explanation in the account.

Li Banfeng looked at the gauze on Shen Jingye's face. There were dark red blood stains in some places: "What's wrong with your face?"

Shen Jingye smiled and said: "In the past two days, there have been a lot of pimples on my face. My wife was short of hands and had to squeeze the pimples out. This time she hurt her face."

"The injury is not serious. Your wife's hands are quite heavy."

Shen Jingye smiled bitterly: "She is a nice person, but she has this temper————·

Li Banfeng was not in the mood to listen to his wife's affairs. He returned to his residence and was about to take the pile of carriers back to his home when he suddenly felt the judge's pen trembling on his waist.

"Is something wrong?" Li Banfeng picked up the judge's pen and asked.

"Yes." The judge waved his pen.

"What's going on?"

"Forgot."

"There's no rush, I'll talk about it later when I think about it."

Taking the dark energy carrier back home, Li Banfeng accompanied his wife to make ropes. They worked for more than two hours. Judge Bi seemed to suddenly remember something. He came to Li Banfeng and asked in a very serious tone: "Look Am I like a flower?"

The room was quiet for a second.

A second later, starting from the lady, everyone in the room was laughing non-stop.

Only Li Banfeng didn't laugh. He knew that Judge Bi was talking about something serious: "Did you remember something?"

Judge Bi was still trying to remember: "I seem to have raised a lot of flowers."

After waking up from sleep, Zhang Xiuling was indeed quite awake.

She brought the Baihuamen roster and the Baihua seal, and handed these two things to He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing accepted it without any objection: "Sister Xiuling, don't blame me, I did this for Baihuamen and for the long-term future."

"Brothers are willing to follow you and hand over the gang to you, so I can rest assured." Zhang Xiuling told the truth.

She proposed to hand over Baihuamen to He Jiaqing, and no one in the halls objected.

Fu Lianhong added: "Master He, from now on you will be the head of Baihuamen, and I will only call you the head this time.

From now on, we sisters will withdraw from Baihuamen, and the affairs in the gang will have nothing to do with us anymore. "

He Jiaqing felt very regretful: "Sister Xiuling, why is this necessary? I am just a nominal sect leader, and you still have the final say in matters in the sect."

Zhang Xiuling lowered her head and smiled: "Mr. He, there is no need to say more polite words. At least you can save some dignity for me. Let the matter be over as it is."

Zhang Xiuling left Baihuayuan that day, and Baihuamen officially belonged to He Jiaqing.

For such a result, He Jiaqing is no exception. He clearly knows the quality of the major gangs, and he also knows that the backers behind them will not show up easily.

This incident caused another stir in Puzhou. The headlines of major newspapers were all about He Jiaqing.

He carefully read through every newspaper. He was very satisfied with the news from all the newspapers, but his own newspaper was almost uninteresting.

"Baihuamen has a new owner, why are there so many disputes?" 》

He Jiaqing looked at Shen Rongqing: "Did you write this manuscript?"

Shen Rongqing nodded.

He Jiaqing sighed and said, "Are you angry with me?"

Shen Rongqing lowered his head and said, "How dare I? The manuscript was written in a hurry and the wording was a bit inappropriate.'

He Jiaqing was obviously dissatisfied with this explanation, and the scene was a little tense. Duan Shuqun quickly changed the topic: "I heard that Zhang Xiuling is leaving Green Water City in the next few days. Do I still need to continue to monitor her?"

"No need to monitor her anymore," He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "I did it for her."

Shen Rongqing couldn't believe that these were actually words spoken by He Jiaqing: "Zhang Xiuling has given in.

The gang has been entrusted to you, so you can't spare her life? "

He Jiaqing shook his head and said: "As long as she is still alive, the people of Baihuamen will not be able to stabilize their hearts."

Shen Rongqing took a deep breath: "Jia Qing, Zhang Xiuling is the most talented woman in Puzhou. If you kill her like this, how will others view you?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm doing this all for Prozhou."

Shen Rongqing turned around and left. He Jiaqing sat on the sofa and continued reading the newspaper.

Duan Shuqun was sitting next to the sofa, not knowing what to say. In a moment of embarrassment, an accountant came to report accounting issues.

Zhang Xiuling is not very good at business. Baihuamen's business is in chaos and there are indeed many problems.

This accountant saved Duan Shuqun: "Jia Qing, let me go and take a look at the account book first."

He made an excuse and left, leaving only He Jiaqing and Datou in the hall.

Datou didn't feel cramped. He Jiaqing read the newspaper, and he followed suit.

After watching for a while, He Jiaqing suddenly spoke: "That's how it is in Puozhou. Only when you see blood do you know how to be afraid.

He is afraid of you, so he will look at you intently.

They are afraid of me now and keep looking at me. Mr. Kong Fang and the pirate cultivator are afraid of being seen by others, so they will not come to me. Apart from that, what other benefits do you think I can get? "

Datou couldn't guess, so He Jiaqing laughed: "Stealing your reputation, whether it's your real name or a fake name, whether it's a good name or a bad name, the greater your reputation, the more powerful your attack will be!"

Datou doesn't know the key to the trick of deceiving the world and stealing fame, and he doesn't know what it means to be more and more fierce.

Above the clouds, everyone has their own cultivation methods. Only He Jiaqing himself can sense that his cultivation is growing by leaps and bounds.

Zhang Xiuling and Fu Lianhong hid in the outer house and did not dare to show their faces for several days.

Fu Lianhong felt that the news had passed, so she asked someone to get directions and tickets, and planned to go to Moxiang shop to hide for a while. Zhang Xiuling had a great reputation among literati. In the hometown of literati, He Jiaqing should not dare to mess around.

The two of them didn't dare to take the car, so they took the traveling spiritual objects and ran directly to the train station.

Passing through a deep alley, Zhang Xiuling's feet gave way and she suddenly fell to the ground. Fu Lianhong leaned over to help her. When she looked up again, she found He Jiaqing standing in front of the two of them.

When did he come?

Fu Lianhong was about to take out his weapon, but was stopped by Zhang Xiuling.

He Jiaqing said: "Sister Xiuling, I have organized a literary salon, and I would like to invite you to come and have a look."

Zhang Xiuling smiled: "I have something urgent and I really can't go today."

"If the most talented girl in Puzhou doesn't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this scene."

"I am not the number one talented woman. This title should be given to Rong Qing." Zhang Xiuling blocked Fu Lianhong behind her and motioned for her to leave quickly.

"Wen Wu is first, Wu Wu is second. Otherwise, you and Rong Qing will have a competition tonight. Let's see who gets the title of the most talented woman!" He Jiaqing looked at Fu Lianhong behind Zhang Xiuling. He pressed his palms to signal her not to move, neither of them could leave.

Fu Lianhong also understood the situation, took out a pen from his waist, and prepared to use several inks to find his way.

Among the escape techniques of literary cultivators, counting ink is the most useful one. Fu Lianhong has six levels of cultivation, and the skill of counting ink is very exquisite. She does not need to write one stroke at a time, she just needs to throw out some ink. It can be turned into words and surround He Jiaqing.

But she held the brush and tossed it for a long time, but not a drop of ink came out.

Did you forget to fill in the ink before leaving?

This writing brush is Fu Lianhong's most important weapon. There is a cavity in the pen barrel specially for storing ink. Fu Lianhong tested the weight and found that there was at least half of the ink in the pen barrel.

But the ink couldn't be swung out. Fu Lianhong swung it several times. The brush became lighter and lighter, but there was still no drop of ink visible.

Fu Lianhong was worried because he couldn't use the technique. Zhang Xiuling cut her finger and squeezed out the blood, preparing to use a technique worth a thousand dollars.

This is Zhang Xiuling's best technique. The words written in blood are extremely powerful. Zhang Xiuling is sure to deal with He Jiaqing for a while and give Fu Lianhong a chance to escape.

Zhang Xiuling ran her bleeding fingers across the wall without writing a single word. The wall was clean and there was no trace of blood left at all.

He Jiaqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground, indicating that Zhang Xiuling could change places.

Zhang Xiuling's hands were shaking.

She squatted on the ground and wrote with her fingertips. There was still no blood on the ground.

What happened?

He Jiaqing looked around: "How about you change the place?"

Zhang Xiuling gritted her teeth and quietly grabbed a handful of sand from the roadside.

She stood up straight and asked He Jiaqing: "Why can't you give me a way out?"

He Jiaqing looked at Zhang Xiuling's right hand and smiled: "Want to write on the ground with sand? How many words do you want to write? I'll wait for you here."

Fine sand flows between Zhang Xiuling's fingers. She is indeed writing with sand.

He Jiaqing was so arrogant that he saw through Zhang Xiuling's methods and did not stop her. Zhang Xiuling's fingertips trembled and she wrote the word "knife" on the ground.

Zhang Xiuling flipped her wrist, preparing to use the word "knife" to attack He Jiaqing's face, but how useful could this "word" be?

Ordinary people don't understand Zhang Xiuling's methods, but Fu Lianhong understands that the word "knife" will shatter in front of He Jiaqing and become as fine as sand.

Every grain of sand turns into a knife. According to Zhang Xiuling's speculation, He Jiaqing, who was under siege, had at least twenty seconds to parry the knife, which gave them a chance to escape.

The plan was very clear. Zhang Xiuling waved her hand, but the word "knife" on the ground failed to fly.

Where did the word "knife" go?

Zhang Xiuling looked down and saw that there was no word "knife" on the ground, not even the sand she had just sprinkled.

He Jiaqing rubbed his fingers, and the sand fell from his fingertips one by one.

The sand was stolen by him.

He stole the sand on the ground in front of the two people, and the two people didn't even notice it.

It wasn't just the sand that was stolen. He Jiaqing continued to rub his fingers, and drops of ink appeared on his fingertips.

This is why Fu Lianhong's brush couldn't get any ink out.

Next is the blood beads, Zhang Xiuling's blood.

Every drop of blood that flowed from her fingertips was stolen by He Jiaqing, so Zhang Xiuling couldn't write on the wall.

Zhang Xiuling is the head of the Baihua Sect. She has experienced many battles, but she is very scared at this moment. The disparity in strength between the two sides makes her breathless.

"Sister Xiuling, come with me to the salon. I sincerely invite you—————"

He Jiaqing couldn't help yawning. For him, perhaps the current battle was too boring.

Zhang Xiuling pulled Fu Lianhong up, turned around and ran. She knew she couldn't run away, but at this moment her actions were completely instinctive.

He Jiaqing chased slowly from behind, his steps were very slow.

Zhang Xiuling didn't know what He Jiaqing's purpose was. In extreme fear, she only knew to run wildly with Fu Lianhong.

Whoosh!

The cold wind suddenly came and it snowed.

As the snowflakes fell, He Jiaqing watched the two women slowly disappear from his sight.

It was snowing, should I still chase?

A little snow didn't seem to be a big deal, why did I suddenly not want to chase?

Was it because of Zhang Xiuling's blood?—.—

He Jiaqing stopped, looked at the blood on his fingertips, and then looked at the snowflakes flying in the wind.

In this kind of weather, you should wrap yourself in a quilt, curl up in bed, drink a bowl of hot soup, and then have a good sleep.

Thinking of this, He Jiaqing yawned again.

Zhang Xiuling wanted to go to the train station. Along the way, He Jiaqing's men were everywhere.

She wanted to go back to the outer house with Fu Lianhong, but the outer house had been burned down.

They wanted to go to Honghuatang, but the entrance had been occupied by He Jiaqing's men.

They found an inn and wanted to sleep for a night. Datou quickly found the inn and invited Zhang Xiuling to participate in the salon. Zhang Xiuling had a lot of physical strength stolen by He Jiaqing, and her body was very weak. Fu Lianhong was injured by He Jiaqing's men and his condition was worrying.

The two had nowhere to go and finally fled to the vicinity of Xiaoyaowu.

Zhang Xiuling hesitated whether to go in. In her current situation, if she went into Xiaoyaowu, it would be equivalent to bringing disaster to Li Qi and Ma Wu.

But if they didn't go to Xiaoyaowu, they would not survive this night.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiuling still left.

She and Li Qi were friends, very good friends.

Even if she was destined to die tonight, she didn't want to drag her friend into the water.

"Lianhong, I'll take you to the station later. When you meet He Jiaqing's men, I'll hold them back. Don't fight them, just run."

"Sister, what are you talking about? I've been with you for half my life. If we have to leave, we'll leave together!"

"I can't leave. They're coming for me!"

"Then I'll die with you."

This is a true sisterhood!

It was snowing heavily. Zhang Xiuling hugged Fu Lianhong: "Listen to your sister. You have to live. You must live——."

Ma Wu held an umbrella to block the snow for the two of them: "You two, if you want to live well, follow me to Xiaoyaowu."

Zhang Xiuling looked up at Ma Wu.

Ma Wu smiled and said, "It's not me who invited you, it's Lao Qi who invited you. When he comes, you can talk slowly."

Zhang Xiuling refused to go, Ma Wu frowned: "Xiaoyaowu is Lao Qi's and my territory. I can still stop He Jiaqing there. You just hang around on the street and really drag me down."

This is reasonable. Ma Wu persuaded her a few more times, and Zhang Xiuling finally agreed and took Fu Lianhong into Xiaoyaowu.

Ma Wu first settled the two people down, and asked the doctor to treat their injuries. There were some details that Ma Wu wanted to ask Zhang Xiuling, but suddenly he heard the steward Zhang Shuning come to report: "Master Wu, Mr. He wants to see you."

"You came so quickly!" Ma Wu tidied his clothes and followed the steward to the small round hall.

He Jiaqing held a wine glass and greeted Ma Wu: "Jun Yang, I haven't come to Xiaoyaowu for a drink for a long time. Ma Wu smiled: "You didn't come here often before. I remember coming here once when the business opened, and once before going to study in another state. That's just these two times."

"Only twice? That can't be right? Among peers, we are the best friends. I must come to take care of your business."

"Are we the best friends?" Ma Wu thought about it carefully, "Then what about Lu Xiaolan?"

He Jiaqing frowned. From his expression, he seemed to care about Ma Wu's joke. In fact, he cared about the button on his chest.

This button kept ringing, but he was not convenient to answer it.

The two talked and laughed for a long time. He Jiaqing handed a cigarette to Ma Wu: "Is Zhang Xiuling here with you?

"Yes." Ma Wu took the cigarette and lit it.

"I want to invite her to my place. I'm hosting a literary salon. Shen Rongqing is already here. If you call her over, the two talented ladies from Provo will be together."

Ma Wu poured a glass of wine for He Jiaqing: "It's a rare opportunity for two talented ladies to get together!"

He Jiaqing took the glass: "That's right. Shen Rongqing has been waiting for a long time. Why don't you bring Zhang Xiuling to sit with me?"

"This is really a coincidence. I'm going to hold a singing party. Jiang Mengting is ready, and Zhang Xiuling is also ready. If you call Shen Rongqing over, the singing queen and talented lady will be together."

He Jiaqing held the wine glass and took a big sip. His tone became less easy-going: "Jun Yang, you should know about me and Baihuamen, right?"

Ma Wu shook his head: "I've been in Xindi recently, and I really don't care much about other things."

"If you say you don't know, I'll tell you now. I want to take Zhang Xiuling away. No one can stop me today."

"It depends on whether they want to leave. We are all gentlemen. If they don't want to go, you can't kidnap them, right?"

"A polite person?" He Jiaqing drank a glass of wine, "Ever since I entered this door, I have always been very polite.

I've given you enough face. Now I'm going to say something less polite with sincerity. Can you please stop giving me face? "

Ma Wu also drank the wine in the glass: "Since you are so sincere, let me tell you the truth, this is Xiaoyaowu,

Who the hell do you think you are, that you dare to act wild here? "

The two sat facing each other, with smiles on their faces and a cold light in their eyes.

Feng Daiku was guarding the door, ready to take action at any time.

He Jiaqing put down his wine glass and touched the button on his chest. Before doing anything, he wanted to know who was so anxious to contact him.

"Jia Qing, the batch of goods we sent to other states was intercepted by the Customs and Defense Department. Someone from the Customs and Defense Department just came,

They say our products are not right and they want to close our shop. "

He Jiaqing raised his hand and broke off the contact.

He picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass for Ma Wu: "I drank too much wine. I'm so impatient. Don't take it to heart."

Ma Wu smiled: "We have been friends for many years, why should we care about this?"

After drinking the glass of wine, He Jiaqing left Xiaoyaowu.

Datou was waiting outside the door and asked in a low voice: "Where is Zhang Xiuling?"

"We can't take him away," He Jiaqing sighed, "There's nothing we can do, we're being strangled by the neck."

In the round ballroom, Ma Wu drank a glass of ice water and calmed down for a long time.

Feng Daiku wiped his sweat: "Are you afraid?"

Ma Wu shook his head and said, "You are right outside the door. What do I have to be afraid of?"

"I'm scared." Feng Daiku said a thread from the air, "Most of the love threads I placed in the house were stolen by He Jiaqing. I'm afraid this person's cultivation level is better than mine. If we really fight, , I may not have won him.”

"We can't fight. Lao Qi said he had made arrangements. I don't know what the arrangements were." Ma Wu poured another glass of ice water and drank it in one gulp.

Li Banfeng was on his way to Green Water City, and he was chatting with Judge Bi as they walked: "You mean, you lent part of your power to Zhang Xiuling, but this part of the power doesn't belong to you yet?"

"Um!"

Li Banfeng fell into deep thought and turned the judge's pen several times. The judge's pen was no longer happy: "Don't turn it, you will faint."

"But I really can't figure it out. If your power is not in you, where else can it be?"

"Heaven." After saying these two words, Judge Bi didn't want to answer Li Banfeng's questions anymore, so he got into Li Banfeng's sleeve and fell asleep.

PS: To be honest, our Ah Bi’s appearance is also very fascinating!