How to Avoid a Flirty Ex-Partner

This night, the shopkeeper didn’t find a chance to get off the phone, because the person who was obsessed with beauty was really energetic, and after tossing him for half a night, he was still in high spirits chatting quietly with the same person. , had to give up for the time being.

Fortunately, this group of people did not mention the matter of leaving the next day, and it seemed that they wanted to take more rest next time.

The shopkeeper is relieved, when he meets Xie Yan and Fu Tingqiu who are close, he always looks at them deliberately, pretending to be jealous and resentful, that kind of expression falls in the eyes of Fu Tingqiu and others, it is really indescribably funny .

The door was closed, and Qingfeng couldn't wait to come over: "Did you see anything?"

Fu Tingqiu: "What do you want to see?"

Qingfeng: "Didn't you say she has a problem?"

Xie Yan: "She knows us."

Qingfeng: "Who does she belong to?"

Fu Tingqiu pinched the snacks brought by the shopkeeper: "There is nothing suspicious about her, but there is a waiter in the inn who wears Gu worms. At a glance, she thinks she is from the Eight Gods, but both men and women in the Eight Gods, There will always be traces of Gu worms, but she doesn't."

Qingfeng understood: "Fusang Gate."

Fu Tingqiu: "It can only be said that it may be from the Fusang sect. Our group tried our best to keep a low profile, but it is inevitable that the Eight Gods and others will stumble us. It can be said that once we enter the fortress, we can't help ourselves, and there are crises everywhere."

Qingfeng: "Why do we stay here?"

Fu Tingqiu and Xie Yan looked at each other, tacit understanding, he turned his head to look at Qingfeng seriously, and said quite seriously: "If I tell you, don't say anything."

Qingfeng's appetite was whetted, at this time Fu Tingqiu said what he said, that's what it was, and he nodded hastily.

Fu Tingqiu: "Xie Yan and I believe that no matter who the shopkeeper is, he will kill us. We have just entered beyond the Great Wall, and some people have evil intentions, not to mention fumbling all the way to the Eight Gods Temple or the Fusang Gate. There are endless masters outside the Great Wall. It’s warlike, maybe we were injured before we got there, and that would be extremely bad for us.”

Qingfeng patiently said: "So, how do you and Xie Yan plan?"

Fu Tingqiu: "We pretended to be indulging in the fun of the bed and couldn't extricate ourselves, but the martial arts were so strong that people couldn't get started. If the time was longer, the shopkeeper couldn't wait. He would definitely try his best to send us to someone who could solve it. At that time It should be much more convenient for us to follow the vine."

This is a way, although it is equally dangerous, but it is much better than going all the way through thorns and thorns.

Qingfeng worried; "Are you two sure that nothing happened?"

Fu Tingqiu comforted him and said: "It's okay, my current cultivation is enough to protect myself, but you, Wei Yi and Fu Lai are a little bit difficult to deal with. Liang Tianque is from outside the Great Wall, so the shopkeeper knows his origins well, so he shouldn't be afraid." There will be black hands."

Qingfeng was silent for a moment, but after thinking about it, he said, "How long will I have to wait? My heart is empty, and it's scary to have no bottom."

Fu Tingqiu put down the broken dim sum, revealing the minced meat inside, wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said: "Within two days, she has asked for instructions and is only waiting for orders."

Qingfeng didn't ask Fu Tingqiu why he knew it so clearly, he looked at Xie Yan: "You have to be careful."

Xie Yan looked up at him: "Yes."

With his assurance, Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Fu Tingqiu standing still, he became curious: "Aren't you worried about him?"

Fu Tingqiu said sincerely: "I'm worried, but I will be with him. Being with him is always less worrying."

Qingfeng: "..."

Inexplicably, I feel that I am alone, as if no one loves me.

Fu Tingqiu: "Once we are forced to separate, you will be in much less danger, Lord Qing, I need you to do something for me at this time."

Qingfeng: "Tell me."

Fu Tingqiu whispered, and explained everything to Qingfeng. Qingfeng nodded and his expression became more and more serious. Xie Yan, who was watching, twitched his face. What time is this? Qingfeng is still in the mood to mess around.

Qingfeng: "I will definitely live up to the young master's entrustment."

Fu Tingqiu: "Thank you for clearing the landlord. If you go back with all your tail this time, you will definitely bring a generous gift to the door to thank you."

Qingfeng laughed: "The young master is too polite, I will go to prepare now, the young master is waiting for my good news."

Fu Tingqiu: "Wait for the good news."

Qingfeng walked away quickly with Fu Tingqiu's trust in his arms. When he closed the door, Fu Tingqiu clearly saw him meet the shopkeeper with a sad face.

Fu Tingqiu: "Patience is commendable."

Xie Yan: "It can be seen from this that people outside the Great Wall are not reckless people."

Fu Tingqiu: "I know it. You said you had something to tell me earlier. What is it?"

Xie Yan took out the Languang Bell and put it on the table. The two chatted at night a few days ago. Of course, it was actually Fu Tingqiu who teased Xie Yan with words. Discuss the matter of returning Lan Guangling to the Hehuan faction.

If the matter is bigger, it is a matter between Wanqiu Villa and Hehuan faction; if it is smaller, it is a private transaction between Fu Tingqiu and Wei Yi, but Fu Tingqiu is willing to tell Xie Yan, which in itself means that it is unusual.

Languangling was in Xie Yan's hands most of the time after the trip from Aixue Mountain. When Fu Tingqiu mentioned it, it reminded Xie Yan of the secret on Languangling.

Xie Yan: "Look."

He was full of spiritual energy in his hands, and slowly sent it to the Languangling. The Languangling emitted a blue light without a sound, gradually showing scenes like scrolls on the ground. Fu Tingqiu looked at it inch by inch, Surprised.

Fu Tingqiu: "The secret book of the Hehuan School?"

Xie Yan: "Well, for the Hehuan faction, this should be a rare and precious secret book that has been lost for a long time."

Fu Tingqiu pondered, and said: "The Hehuan School wants to get back Lan Guangling, not only because it is a magic weapon in the school, but also because of the secret books hidden in it."

Xie Yan: "Yes, Weiyi probably doesn't know the mystery of Languangling, so he hesitates."

Fu Tingqiu smiled: "Forget it, if she is willing to cooperate, I will tell her about it. If she does not cooperate, there is no need to say it, it depends on her fate."

Xie Yan: "I'm afraid that she will be mistaken by her cleverness."

Fu Tingqiu: "Did you see something wrong with her?"

Xie Yan: "Hate is hard to hide. If we separate again, it would be a good thing. Didn't you just let Qingfeng follow her because you knew she had other plans?"

Fu Tingqiu was helpless: "I really can't hide anything from you."

Xie Yan: "The louder your voice is, the caring people in this inn can hear it clearly."

Fu Tingqiu: "The walls have ears, and the ancestors will not deceive me."

Xie Yan shook his head slightly, without saying a word.

The night in the desert always comes faster than usual. The sky is getting darker, the moon is shining brightly, and the heat of the day is gradually suppressed by the cold. In the dark, Fu Tingqiu gathered up the fox fur and sat cross-legged on the bed. Thank you very much.

Downstairs in the shopkeeper's room, the shopkeeper walked back and forth restlessly, and the breeze from the skirt lifted up the fine dust on the ground, making her already dark skirt even darker and more eerie.

Really restless, the shopkeeper turned to the open window and softly persuaded: "Close the window, you want to wake up those people upstairs?"

Someone closed the window obediently, but there was no sign of anyone.

The shopkeeper walked to the table, poured a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and looked fiercely when he put it down: "Is the order from the sect master still in the future?"

A dull and rough voice sounded, like the noisy sound of iron and stone: "No."

Shopkeeper: "Could it be that the owner of the sect feels that they are not important anymore and that I don't need to do it?"

Although the shopkeeper has superb illusion skills, if she is up against a master like Xie Yan, her cultivation level, which is at the heart-pounding stage, is not enough to look at, and she has no idea.

The voice said: "Stay honestly, they are distinguished guests and need to be treated carefully."

The shopkeeper didn't say a word, and said in his belly: "You have the ability to do it, don't let me go to death, a dead old man who just talks but doesn't do anything."

Suddenly a man appeared from the window. The man's face was scarred, and only one eye was intact. Yes, it's like looking at a corpse that has turned into white bones.

The shopkeeper was startled, and trembling his lips, he didn't dare to look at the old man again.

The old man clenched his fists to his lips, and seemed to cough lightly, but the shopkeeper didn't hear the sound, and looked up cautiously, and was falling into the old man's lifeless eyes, she trembled, and suddenly looked back.

The old man: "Only obedient puppets can live longer. If it is damaged and has its own ideas, it will be a disaster. You heard about this the day you entered the Fusang Gate. I will not be stingy to say it again today." once."

The shopkeeper nodded obediently, not daring to do it again.

The methods of the Fusang sect were far more brutal than what outsiders saw, and the treatment of traitors was even more inhumane. She saw it with her own eyes and remembered it fresh, so she shuddered.

The old man glanced at her without joy or sorrow, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in mid-air, a letter fell lightly in his palm, the old man just took it, and casually threw the letter in front of the shopkeeper.

"Look."

Needless to say the old man, when the shopkeeper received the letter, he opened it spontaneously, read it at a glance, and the shopkeeper respectfully said: "The master asked us to give them a floor."

The old man smiled strangely, revealing the black hole that lost half of his teeth. At that moment, the shopkeeper felt his hair stand on end. When he lowered his head, he heard the old man muttering to himself: "Then give me a floor, at least it's a guest from afar."

In the middle of the night, a trace of turmoil passed, but it was minimal.

Fu Tingqiu and Xie Yan in the room opened their eyes at the same time and came.

Fu Tingqiu held the sword in one hand, and firmly grasped Xie Yan's hand with the other hand, so strong that Xie Yan looked sideways.

With the sound of breathing, Fu Tingqiu suddenly looked at the door and window. There was a pipe as thick as chopsticks, which was emitting mist into the room. It must be something like smoke.

Fu Tingqiu looked at the door rightly, while Xie Yan listened quietly for a moment and looked towards the window. Both of them were waiting for someone to break through the window/door.

To the surprise of the two of them, the doors and windows were safe and sound, but the bed under them was the only thing that was troubled.

The bed was overturned and only in the breath, someone came down from the bed with a knife in both hands and stabbed the place where the two of them were sitting. If Xie Yan hadn't reacted in time, he grabbed Fu Tingqiu into his arms when he stood up. what will happen.

The person who came was not in a hurry, he missed a single blow, and cut a hole in the center of the bed with both knives, so that one person just got in and out.

When Fu Tingqiu just landed on the ground, the torch hit the oil lamp impartially. Under the dim light, the two of them saw a skeleton with no flesh or skin, and it jumped out of the hole nimbly, holding a knife in both hands. He stared blankly at the two of them, as if he was weighing who to start with first.

Fu Tingqiu: "What the hell?"

Xie Yan: "Skeleton."

Fu Tingqiu: "..."

Fu Tingqiu: "False, who will scare you in the middle of the night?"

Xie Yan: "..."

The two chattered a few words to the ghost who couldn't speak a word.

When the two of them were about to talk again, the skeleton moved suddenly.

Holding the knife in his hand, Bai Gu picked up Fu Tingqiu's chest and was about to stab it. It seemed that he was sure that Fu Tingqiu was a soft persimmon.

Fu Tingqiu drew his long sword out of its sheath, blocked the two knives, raised the two knives suddenly, raised his foot and kicked the skeleton to the wall. The skeleton fell to the ground and broke a leg, stood up again unsteadily, and pointed at Fu Tingqiu rushed over.

Fu Tingqiu's expression remained unchanged, he loosened and turned his sword, put aside the two knives of the skeleton, leaned close to him, and when the folding fan came out, he directly broke the skull, and the skeleton's head and body were separated in an instant. After a few steps, he made a naughty sound of thumping.

Before Fu Tingqiu could heave a sigh of relief, several skeletons crawled out of the cave with a few swishing sounds, looking at the two of them eeriely, and let out a sinister laugh, which was quite creepy.

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