I Became an Anonymous Boss

The girl who was used to treating people indifferently realized at this time that she was not psychologically prepared and lacked communication skills.

When she was moved to meet again, she was afraid that she could only show a smiling face, so she stood there nervously, not knowing how to deal with it.

Even though there was a long distance, she just watched the lights of the mountain inn from a distance, not daring to get too close.

Girls' feelings are always poetry.

She would think a lot, and would guess how the young master would view her older self.

The more he thought about it, the more he didn't dare to approach him, so he could only stand at the fork in the road, with long hair and shawls, distracted, like a watchdog.

Where is the female sword fairy, she is clearly a fool.

It wasn't until a dangerous aura approached that her attention was distracted. When an outsider approached, she withdrew her tenderness and her aura became cold again.

When the woman on one side asked, "Is the sword in your hand Tai Ah?"

Feng Li has always been tight-lipped about the origin of this sword, and few people know the name of the sword.

Only then did she completely turn around and look at the girl in the white dress. The same young girl was smiling, which gave her a bad feeling.

"We know each other?" Fengli asked calmly.

"If you say you know each other, you still know each other. If you say you don't know each other, you really don't know each other." The girl in white dress replied, "It's indeed the first time we meet."

"Then why do you know?" Fengli asked.

The girl didn't answer the question, she raised the weapon in her hand: "Do you want to know the name of my sword?"

Fengli didn't speak.

The girl in the skirt pushed the sword grid with her thumb, the white mist was cut, and a delicate and elegant famous sword parted the moonlight.

There wasn't even a shadow cast on the ground, as if it were part of the night itself.

She said: "This sword is called Chengying."

Feng Li stopped, but the fierce sword energy had already cut through the white mist in the mountains, with a radius of ten feet, there was no more haze.

"So... it's you." Feng Li called out, "Lan Xiangxue."

"Miss Fengli, I've been admiring you for a long time." Lan Xiangxue pointed her sword at the ground and swung her lightly, drawing a stream of frost and snow.

"I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to come so early."

"Sooner or later, what's the difference between sooner or later? Besides, the young master is here, how can I be left behind?"

"If you don't stay in Fanyue Valley to practice your sword well, and become your bloodline of Zhenguo, you insist on coming here to make fun of yourself."

"I'm a boring woman who only knows how to draw swords and kill people. Isn't it the same for Fengli girl? The scenery of Dugu City is so beautiful, are you reluctant to leave?"

"I was waiting for him to pick me up and leave, unlike you."

"That's what the chicks who were left in the nest said. It seems that Miss Feng's wings are not strong enough."

"..." Fengli frowned slightly: "I won't argue with you, it's a meaningless behavior."

"That's right, the young master doesn't like women who are too vicious." Lan Xiangxue nodded: "As a maid, I listen to the young master most."

"Maid?" Fengli raised her eyebrows, these two words touched her sensitive nerves.

"Yes." Lan Xiangxue said without hesitation, she has always regarded herself as a maid, she has always been like this in the past, and she will be like this in the future.

"Lie." Fengli said firmly: "Young Master does not need anyone as his maid, and there has never been anyone in the past."

Yan Qixia, Beiming Qingqiu, Qin Buhui, and Nan Xinmo, except for the last Nan Xinmo, the other three didn't mind self-deprecation, but they were never accepted, and she was the same, and was left in Dugu City Of course, the young master will not accept anyone as a maid. He doesn't like this master-servant relationship, which is an invisible bondage to him.

"It didn't exist in the past, but it doesn't mean it won't exist now. The Southern Tang is the Southern Tang, and the Great Qin is the Great Qin. Of course it's different." Lan Xiangxue lightly denied Fengli's inherent cognition: "Isn't my existence the best evidence? ?”

"As a maid, why did you come one step behind?" Fengli pierced.

"Young master's order, I dare not disobey."

"It's really nice to say." Fengli didn't believe it at all: "You can say whatever you want."

"Believe it or not." Lan Xiangxue said calmly, "I shouldn't be blamed for the matter between me and my son."

If it were someone else here, they would definitely be working in a weird way, and no matter how bad it was, it would turn out to be a direct confrontation.

Kelan Xiangxue and Fengli are both young girls, and they wouldn't easily express their grievances to each other.

They are thin-skinned and can't learn how to swear by shrews. If they swear and lose their demeanor, it will be a kind of disqualification in the world.

They are comparing, and verbal competition is part of the comparison.

Because we are opponents, we must compare and overwhelm each other.

It's a pity that the language level is half-baked, and it's not a wonderful pecking game.

The literary fight is over, regardless of the top and bottom, the next part turns to the martial arts.

The two women stared at each other and sneered at the same time.

The two famous swords, Feng Xue Jian Dian, were destined to be competitors.

It can't be said that they are enemies of life and death, but there is no need for other reasons to draw swords and fight tit for tat.

There is no distinction between life and death, only competition.

Fengli Yujian unsheathed, Tai Anai's domineering sword, the sword light was magnificent, and the sword energy was so sharp that it almost pierced through the moonlight.

"You have already drawn your sword, which means you have an idea. Don't say I don't talk about the friendship of the landlord, you can draw your sword first."

"Miss Fengli, you're being polite." Lan Xiangxue said calmly, "In Dugu City, I took advantage of the diplomatic fight. If I entered the city, I would already be at a disadvantage before I drew my sword."

"Are you mocking me for bullying others by waiting for work?" Fengli's red hair swayed with the wind, and Tai'a sword trembled endlessly.

"I'm just saying that you are a little too arrogant." Lan Xiangxue looked indifferent, the assassin girl showed her sharpness, and frost marks were condensed on the famous sword: "You haven't fought yet, don't act like you have already won! Dugu City It’s just a corner of the Southern Tang Dynasty, if you haven’t really stepped into the arena, don’t think too highly of yourself, be careful of losing too badly, and you won’t have the face to see the young master again.”

Tensions.

The sword intent and fighting spirit of both sides reached the limit at the same time.

The sword intent rushed to the sky, and the frost and snow killed Fengyun.

In today's Coral Sea, there can only be one wife.

……

In the mountain inn, Bai Taki was sitting in the lobby, chatting with Brother Mo and Uncle Feng, when he caught off guard and sensed Chong Xiao's sword intent, it was as if he had been stabbed in the butt, quite suddenly.

Of these two sword intents, one is very familiar, and the other is slightly unfamiliar but also familiar.

The spiritual perception of the Heavenly King Realm is too sharp, just like someone is frying fish at sea, modern fishery administration ships can detect it dozens of nautical miles away.

What's more, this is not an ordinary fried fish, it is not a mine but Ivan!

No matter how dull he was, he realized who was having sex with someone outside the door.

This has to be rushed...

Move a small stool to watch?

Shirataki wanted to watch a play, but before he could stand up, the door of the inn was pushed open.

A skinny young man in a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat stepped into the inn, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

The air became thin and cold at this moment.

Killing intent, quite dense killing intent, made the air colder and painful like a needle prick.

Under the wide coir raincoat, Qing Jiudao stepped into the inn, holding the killing knife with his right hand.

He can also sense the sword intent, but it's not the battlefield here, so don't care too much for now.

On the contrary, his own two knives were trembling unceasingly, it couldn't help but want to drink blood, couldn't help but want to kill people, and was stimulated to the cruel nature of killing knives.

Qing Jiudao can only comfort Killing Dao for the time being.

"Calm down, calm down first."

"I know you want the living souls of the two female swordsmen just now to advance in one fell swoop, but it's not the time yet. It's not too late to do it after they both lose."

"Now, try the dessert first, and it's not too late to turn back after completing the task."

Qing Jiudao held the handle of the knife, but in fact, his heart was not excited and excited. The Thousand Soul Knife he had been thinking about would definitely come true tonight!

Everything is as he thought, everything is so reasonable!Today is really my lucky day!

Qing Jiudao held two full-layered killing knives, strode into the spring water, and then glanced at the people in the hall with his cold and ruthless eyes, and sneered with extremely inflated confidence: "You...Which one will die first?"

……

Qing Jiudao did not walk peacefully.

Chapter 790 No Harm

Location: Lobby of the inn outside Dugu City.

Characters: Qing Jiudao (inflate); Dian Xiaoer (confused); Mo Ge (scratches his butt); Uncle Feng (gnaws a chicken butt); Shirataki (moves a stool)

How inflated Qing Jiudao's heart is, how heroic and benevolent his killing intent is.

He glanced over and found that there was no one in the hall who could fight.

Either there is no cultivation base, or no cultivation base can be seen... That is equal to no cultivation base.

The killer said coldly: "You, whoever will suffer first!"

This attitude was as arrogant as Hua Xiong in front of the Hulao Pass, almost sticking out his head begging to be chopped off, using his life to make a step for Sun Jian.

Bai Taki also asked casually: "Is there anyone who wants to be Sun Jian?"

Brother Mo sat upright, "My surname is not Sun."

Uncle Feng also swallowed the chicken: "I am not good at fighting."

Bai Taki raised the bench with one hand: "I am good at convincing people with reasoning." Then he dragged the stool and walked up to Qing Jiudao: "Please look at what is talking in my hand, I will give you a chance to rearrange the language. "

Qing Jiudao glanced at the wooden bench made of ordinary materials, and sneered disdainfully: "It seems that the person who killed my fourth brother is not here... Anyway, it seems that he will not come out unless he kills a few people."

He had already grasped the handle of the knife with one hand, and when he was about to draw the knife out of its sheath, his wrist suddenly felt a pain.

The young man in white pressed his arms: "Are you really sure you want to draw your sword?"

Qing Jiudao couldn't see his hand speed clearly. How many years of cultivation is this unicorn arm?