The villains are all my vests

Chapter 221 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (13)

Song Yufeng has always been a little jealous of Gu Zhihuan.

The root of this fear is that Gu Zhihuan can always grasp the key to the matter.

He didn't know where Gu Zhihuan's extraordinary sensitivity came from.

Obviously they all went to Cangming Mountain together, but Song Yufeng always felt that Gu Zhihuan was a little different from himself.

Gu Zhihuan withdrew his gaze: "I don't know."

The heart hanging in Song Yufeng's throat with great difficulty was almost hammered back into his stomach by Gu Zhihuan's downplaying attitude.

The force of this hammer was not small, and it made Song Yufeng realize what it meant to be "unbearably itchy".

Song Yufeng racked his brains and couldn't figure out what Gu Zhihuan meant: "But one of them is real and the other is fake."

Song Yufeng hoped that Chaolu was real from the bottom of his heart.

Even after he entered the Cangming School, he always felt that his master was unreliable, and kept talking about it, and still had a sad face all day long, as if others owed him a lot of money.

But compared to Wu Xian who appeared suddenly, Chao Lu's face undoubtedly became more amiable.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Song Yufeng's anxious expression, suppressed the smile on his lips, and said in a rare serious way: "What if both are fake?"

Song Yufeng was astonished: "...big sister."

"I lied to you." Gu Zhi laughed out loud.

"You toss me a few more times, and I will die." Song Yufeng held his chest, and he can still feel his heart rushing against his chest disobediently.

Han Yue looked at Song Yufeng mockingly.

Song Yufeng felt a little shy in front of Gu Zhihuan's calmness, turned his head and happened to meet Han Yue's eyes, and couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment: "Heartless hard rock."

Han Yue pouted.

Even if he didn't like Song Yufeng in his heart, he felt that his second senior brother was ignorant and always bluffing and deceiving, but the arrogance in his bones kept Han Yue from confronting Song Yufeng head-on.

Children who are not adults always unconsciously imitate those around them.

Unknowingly, Han Yue was always learning Gu Zhihuan's way of doing things. He thought that one day, he would be like Gu Zhihuan, unmoved by wind and rain.

Therefore, every time Song Yufeng was aggressive, Han Yue always remained indifferent.

It's a pity that he couldn't learn Gu Zhihuan's calmness after all, and his jerky reaction gave people a sense of cynicism, which aroused Song Yufeng's more manic side for no reason.

Song Yufeng was so angry that his teeth itched.

Han Yue was also puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

He didn't understand what strange things were going on in Song Yufeng's mind at all.

After many times, Han Yue secretly came to a conclusion——

Song Yufeng is probably mentally ill.

Song Yufeng was even angrier at Han Yue's pouted gesture.

His curse words came to his lips, Gu Zhihuan glanced at him lightly: "Do you want to be beaten again?"

Song Yufeng was extremely depressed: "Master, you are biased."

Han Yue's expression changed.

He quickly glanced at Gu Zhihuan's back, and unconsciously pinched his palm with his fingertips.

There was a bit of inexplicable expectation in my heart.

Gu Zhihuan turned his back to Han Yue, and raised his hand to pat Song Yufeng's head: "It's time to go."

"Are you afraid that Wu Xian will become suspicious?" Song Yufeng said seriously.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Song Yufeng quietly: "It's time for dinner."

"..." Song Yufeng's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, Gu Zhihuan's reliable appearance is all fake!

"Let's just go back like this? Hasn't it not been discussed yet, who is the real Wu Xian or the master?" Song Yufeng asked.

"When do you think we're going to discuss it?"

"..." Song Yufeng really didn't have a clue.

Gu Zhihuan turned around, and her voice drifted over calmly: "Since there is no result, let's observe for now."

"But will they do anything to me?" Song Yufeng asked.

"What is there in you that is worth coveting?" Gu Zhihuan asked back.

Song Yufeng thought about it, but he really couldn't think of anything good.

The Cangming faction was poor and white, and most of the things he managed to dig out between his teeth fell into Gu Zhihuan's hands.

Song Yufeng choked out a few words for a while: "I'm good-looking."

Han Yue silently quickened his pace.

Gu Zhihuan stared at Song Yufeng in disbelief: "How did you get such inexplicable confidence?"

Han Yue didn't hold back, and interjected, "Widow Zhang from Pingyao Town."

"Damn, I'll fight you!" Song Yufeng rushed towards Han Yue.

Seeing the two entangled together, Gu Zhihuan finally remembered what happened to Widow Zhang in Pingyao Town.

Song Yufeng used to like to sneak down the mountain.

Compared with the unpopular Cangming Mountain, the bustling scene of Pingyao Town can make people appreciate the meaning of life.

Every young man has the dream of being a chivalrous man.

After Song Yufeng accidentally rescued Widow Zhang, before she had time to ask her for money, Widow Zhang obsessed her.

From then on, Song Yufeng didn't dare to go down the mountain for two whole years.

Gu Zhihuan raised his lips.

The voices of Song Yufeng and Han Yue bickering filled the mist in the mountains.

Warm yellow sunlight slanted down from the clouds.

Everything is as gentle as a dream.

Fighting all the way back to Cangming Mountain.

Gu Zhihuan and the others went straight to the Zhaitang.

As soon as Song Yufeng entered the door, he smelled the delicious smell of beggar chicken. For a moment, all the Wu Xian and morning dew were thrown away.

He flew to the edge of the dining table, sat next to the beggar chicken, and praised himself without hesitation: "Baizhi, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. Whoever marries you must be a great blessing."

Bai Zhi covered her mouth and laughed: "Second Senior Brother, you're kidding me again."

Han Yue said abruptly: "Yes, second senior brother, stop joking, Widow Zhang is still waiting for you."

Song Yufeng gritted his teeth and stared at Han Yue: "You young man who doesn't even have full hair, be careful that you won't even find a widow."

Han Yue looked down at the desktop: "I like only one person."

Song Yufeng was still about to say something, when he saw a black sleeve floating in front of him, and then, a slender hand deftly grasped the chicken's leg, and pulled it out.

The yellowed chicken skin was torn apart.

The palm-sized chicken leg has already fallen into the hands of others.

Song Yufeng screamed: "Master, my leg!!!"

"There is one more." Bai Zhi reminded.

Song Yufeng hurriedly went to protect the only remaining chicken leg.

But Gu Zhihuan's movements were obviously faster.

In the next second, Gu Zhihuan had placed the other leg in Han Yue's bowl.

Han Yue pressed his tongue against his back teeth, endured it a few times, but finally he didn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Thank you, big sister."

"A traitor!" Song Yufeng had no choice but to stretch out his hand to the chicken wings in aggrieved manner.

It's a pity that as soon as his hand touched the shiny chicken wings, the chicken in the bowl flew out of thin air.

Song Yufeng turned his head abruptly.

Wu Xian held the beggar chicken with two legs missing in his hand, and looked at Song Yufeng with a half-smile: "Why don't you call me for dinner?"

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