I became a scumbag in the global live broadcast

The night was dense, and through the dim yellow light, one could see Yan Luo's frowning face.

Picking up the teacup in his hand, he put it down before putting it on his lips. "Feng'er, there are too many unbelievable things in this world, sometimes, do you believe it?"

Suddenly said some incomprehensible words, which made Qian Hongfeng a little confused.

His brows were furrowed, listening to the nonsense on the high platform, he believed him for a moment.

"letter."

The words that were almost blurted out made Yan Luo suddenly turn his head and look at him, those eyes that looked as beautiful as stars were shining brightly.

"Actually, I am..."

"At the foot of Canghong Sword Sect's mountain, who allows you to talk nonsense here??"

A sharp shout suddenly sounded, interrupting Yan Luo's words, and interrupting the answer that was about to come out.Attracted by the sound, Qian Hongfeng turned her head to look, and saw Cang Lei's eldest disciple, Cang Mingxuan, standing in the restaurant at the moment, standing in front of the storyteller, pointing his long sword at him.

There was an uproar in the audience for a while.

Yan Luo got up, but Qian Hongfeng who was sitting beside her stood up first, "Master, I'll go and see what's going on."

The young man dressed in red like fire walked out, and the eyes of the people present shifted to him.

Although this big disciple of Canghong Sword Sect is Canglei's apprentice, no one knows that this person has always regarded Luo as a god, and when he heard someone like this in the street at this time, he couldn't suppress his anger.

Sensing the shift of sight, Qian Hongfeng, who was holding the long sword tightly, turned her head, and saw the red-clothed Qian Hongfeng standing among the crowd at a glance.

Looking back slightly, he also saw Yan Luo sitting where he was.

"Little uncle, since the peak master is here, how can you let him hear..."

Qian Hongfeng didn't speak, but went straight to the high platform and looked down at the storyteller in front of her.

There was a sharp look in his brows and eyes, which made the old man shiver for a while.

His gaze was so hot that the old man was forced to raise his head helplessly and looked at Qian Hongfeng, "I... what I'm telling is the truth, don't be fooled...he really is..."

The front of her chest was picked up, Qian Hongfeng smiled slightly, and the voice that slipped out of her mouth was filled with coldness, "What is he really?"

"Yes... a hypocrite!"

Cang Mingxuan tightened his hands holding the long sword, and made a gesture to stab this person, but was stopped by Qian Hongfeng.Hearing the discussions all around, Qian Hongfeng stared at the person in front of her without saying a word.

"Little uncle, senior brother, in case what this person said is true..."

"Mingyue! Shut up!"

Cang Mingyue followed down the mountain to look for Qian Hongfeng this time, but she didn't expect to see such an interesting thing, and she found it very interesting for a while.If this is true...

Everyone had their own thoughts, and Yan Luo, who was sitting there, held a teacup in his hand and remained silent.

It seems that tonight's departure was premeditated, and the person who directed him to come may have something to do with the person who gave Xiao Linxin before.

His gaze was fixed on Qian Hongfeng's body all the time, and he was really looking forward to what he was thinking and what he would do?

The voices in the ears were chattering, Qian Hongfeng clenched the man's skirt, and suddenly loosened it.

"go on."

"what?"

Qian Hongfeng turned around and found the nearest seat and sat down. He fixed his eyes on the storyteller and repeated, "I told you to continue."

In a word, invisible pressure comes from itself.

He just sat there, like a king who has been in a high position for a long time, with a supercilious indifference.

"Okay... okay, let me say."

The old man was already dazed by the successive changes. He was holding the gavel with trembling hands and was about to clap, but was grabbed by a pair of hands.

"Don't say it!"

Cang Mingxuan sternly shouted, making the old man look at Qian Hongfeng as if asking for help.

Qian Hongfeng, who was leaning on the back of the chair, had a cold expression, "Let him talk."

"Qian Hongfeng!"

"Say!"

The scene was tense for a moment, everyone seemed to have a knife hanging above their heads, and they were suppressed by Qian Hongfeng from the Nascent Soul stage and couldn't breathe.

This boy has changed, become more fierce, and become more reckless.

"Brother, junior uncle has his own ideas, why don't we do what he says, after all..." She raised her head and glanced at Yan Luo who was sitting not far away without saying a word.

"Since the peak master didn't say anything, let's leave it alone."

Cang Mingxuan let go of his hand, and silently pushed it aside.

After so many people, he looked at Yan Luo. Under the dim light, he couldn't see what the other person was thinking.

Cang Mingyue didn't care so much, she put on a smiling face, sat in front of Qian Hongfeng, and intimately took the other's arm, "Little uncle, I helped you out, should you thank me?" I."

The sweet and greasy voice of a girl made Qian Hongfeng frowned severely.

He withdrew his arm from Cang Mingyue's hand without saying a word.

I don't know if it was Cang Mingyue's illusion, but she just felt that Qian Hongfeng, who came back half a year later, seemed to be more indifferent to her than before, to his master...

Cang Mingyue suppressed the coldness hidden in her brows and eyes, and said again, "Little Martial Uncle, we haven't seen each other for half a year, why can't you talk to me?"

At this time, Qian Hongfeng didn't care about her. When she heard the other person's coquettish tone, she stood up and walked towards that person.

The man still maintained the posture just now, but after he walked in, his eyes moved to him.

Qian Hongfeng sat down next to him, and said in a low voice: "Will Master blame me for making my own decisions?"

He still looks like a well-behaved boy, but Yan Luo actually understands that such a lamb has revealed his wolf nature.

"As a teacher, I also want to hear it."

"Master."

A soft call, as if tainted with warmth, made Yan Luo look slightly sideways.

The young man smiled lightly, "Master, I believe in you."

The hand holding the teacup froze suddenly, Yan Luo didn't say anything, as if covering up something, he picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

"Lian Qing, the peak master of the Canghong Sword Sect, became the No. With all his ambitions, he killed this woman who admired him, snatched the celestial artifact, and pretended to be bitter and bitter in front of outsiders, so that everyone would pity him..."

'Clap clap clap'

Crisp applause resounded in the room, and the old man's voice gradually weakened. He followed the sound to look, but he couldn't see the figure clearly.

"Who?"

"That's really good."

Qingyue's voice was full of mockery, and it sounded in everyone's ears, "Why don't I know that I killed so many people?"