Jun Qinning threw the curtain out angrily, and saw the cat-eyed boy who was smiling at him, and felt that his smile was so sensational.

He frowned slightly and sneered coldly: "Look at them, don't take a step forward to reconcile the bill!"

The wizards and guards around him surrounded Gong Shaosi and others. Gong Shaosi was not in a hurry, and just turned around and entered the tent with a smile.

He saw the mess on the ground without surprise, and chuckled: "Oh, brother, you really don't like it. Why did you make a fuss?"

Or, from the day when Jun Qinning felt in love with Master Qin San, they had a breakup.

Gong Shaochen sneered lightly and lay lazily into the soft pillows: "Since he doesn't believe in this young master, let him try to hit the nails again, just do whatever he wants."

Gong Shaosi approached Gong Shaochen, squatted down in front of him, looked at his slightly pale face, and reached out to touch the jade belt on his waist: "That master agreed to come to Mobei and gave us such great convenience, not to get a 'cause' answer."

"So what? It's just that we have the same goal as him and we are just a partner to be accomplices." Gong Shaochen glanced at him, lay lazily between the soft pillow, placing the back of his head with both hands, letting him move, as if enjoying his service.

"We have a deal with him." Gong Shaosi glanced at Gong Shaochen, then gently unbuttoned his belt.

"If the old people on the island want to be the master of this young master, can that the old man who is not a relative or accustomed to be the master of this young master?" Gong Shaochen closed his eyes and unpredictably curled the corners of his lips. A strange aura was hidden in his romantic smile.

Gong Shaosi did not say much to Gong Shaochen anymore, and only skillfully took off the buttons from his clothes one by one, then lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing a thin, clear-cut sexy abdomen and...

The scars of tender flesh teeth just grew on it.

"Tsk, although healed, it still did not grow completely. I don't know what poison was applied to the dagger of Sichun's young lady. It was so powerful, she had been raising it for so long and used so many medicines. The wound repeatedly rotted and now it has only barely healed. She really hates you for poisoning." Gong Shaosi looked at the scar, smiled unscrupulously and reached out to touch the tender flesh on the wound.

The wound had just healed, and the delicate granulation was the most sensitive place. After touching it, I don’t know if it was painful or itchy, Gong Shaochen frowned slightly, narrowed his phoenix eyes, his eyes were slightly deeper, and he sneered a little sarcastically: "Ha, but this young master is not dead."

Gong Shaosi looked at his appearance and did not say anything to irritate him. He just took a bottle out of his arms, poured some medicine inside out on his wound, and applied it evenly.

Gong Shaochen lay on the soft pillow and quietly watched an oil lamp fall from the top of the tent. The wound on his abdomen felt numb, itchy, pain, and crispy all the way to his heart.

It was like the feeling that she brought to herself.

She wished he could die...?

"Of course, you don't look at what you did to your sister. You either start early and take advantage of the fact that Mr. Qin is not enlightened and get her people and hearts in the broken forest in Shuzhong. Don't go back to Shuzhong anymore; or just let go. At the beginning, you always thought about plotting against her and trying to hide the sea chart from Mr. Qin. Later, you used any means to treat her, always thinking that even the sea chart is needed, and people want two things. In this world..."

Gong Shaosi suddenly chuckled sarcastically while applying medicine to Gong Shaochen.

"Where is there any two-dimensional Dharma that can last forever, and you will not let down the Tathagata."

Gong Shaochen heard him speak, and then realized that he had unconsciously asked what he said in his heart.

His face turned gloomy: "Since there is no universal method in the world, why can Qin Sheng get everything?!"

Gong Shaosi looked at Gong Shaochen and saw that his appearance seemed a little cold in the dim air, but he pulled the corners of his lips without fear at all, put away the porcelain medicine bottle on his hand: "Why? That man was able to give up everything for the young lady from the beginning, can you, brother?"

Gong Shaochen looked at him, and the dark color flashed in his pupils. He suddenly raised his hand and raised his chin, showing a gentle and confusing smile, and looked very emotional: "Xiao Si, you have really grown up."

Gong Shaosi looked at him, but when he saw the smile, he suddenly felt a little lost.

But the next moment, Gong Shaochen suddenly stretched out his long legs and kicked him on the shoulder, kicking him out.

Seeing Gong Shaosi being kicked away with a "clang" and knocked down on various things piled up in Falcon Moore's tent, he couldn't get up for a long time.

Gong Shaochen just sat up slowly and glanced at Gong Shaosi contemptuously: "What a great truth, do you really think that people don't know your dirty thoughts? What kind of thing do you think you are worthy of being presumptuous in front of this young master."

Gong Shaosi held his shoulder and felt a severe pain there. Even if the bones were not broken, I was afraid that I would not be able to lift my hand for several days.

He smiled softly, and his hand holding his shoulder slightly closed, lifted his big cat's eyes, looking naive and almost provocative: "Oh, I only know that my brother is going to do to the young lady, no wonder she wants to kill you. As for what I have dirty thoughts, why don't you click it out, brother?"

Gong Shaochen glanced at him sarcastically and spoke coldly and sarcastically: "Get out, don't mess with this young master's eyes."

Gong Shaosi didn't say anything, but just held his shoulder and climbed up, staggered but got up and left the tent.

He left the tent, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down.

The wizard on the side looked at the boy's thin and frustrated look, and a contempt flashed in his eyes. He raised his foot and kicked him hard on the boy's knee.

But he didn't expect that he had just raised his feet, but the young man suddenly raised his feet at the same time and collided with the other party's legs.

Only a crisp "crack" sound of bone shattering was heard, the wizard's face turned pale, and he screamed, holding his legs and fell forward: "Ah—my legs!"

Before he could move, he felt the boy's hand swaying in front of him and his throat was pinched. He immediately felt like a bird that had been pinched in his throat, and all the screams were stuck in his throat.

"Ho...ho..." He gasped twice, and a strange sound came from his throat.

Gong Shaosi turned his wrist lightly, and then as soon as he let go, he saw the wizard in his hand falling down with redness and stiffness, his eyes raked violently, and his lips were bloody and convulsed a few times, and he stopped moving.

It was just a matter of lightning, and the wizard died.

Gong Shaosi seemed to feel much more relieved. He looked at the bloody stained on his hands and let out a long breath. Then he raised his big eyes and smiled and swept around the guards and wizards who had not yet reacted. He looked very innocent: "Oh, they didn't do it on purpose."

...

The sun gradually set, and the entire royal grassland fell into the night.

The bonfire rose, and the fragrance of supper spread out from many round tents. The distant sound of Qiang flute blowing by some Hejin herder also rippled in the night.

Chu Yu squatted in front of the bonfire, added some firewood to the fire, looked at the jumping bonfire, and sighed softly.

"What do you think of the Third Master?" Huo Sanniang suddenly walked to her and squatted down.

Chu Yu thrust his nose lightly, raised his hand and held his cheek, and looked at the bonfire intently: "Yes."

She paused and frowned again: "Jin Yao and the others encountered the black wind on the grassland, and their trip was a bit slow. They might have to wait a few days before they arrived."

She knew that although Huo Sanniang looked cold to Huo Yao on her face, she had Huo Yao in her heart.

Huo Sanniang's baby face froze, she narrowed her green eyes slightly, and suddenly became a little absent-minded: "Well, but even if they come, if the Third Master doesn't want to leave, it's useless."

Both of them were speechless for a moment, and they all had their worries while listening to the sound of the shepherd flute that seemed to be a bit sad and misty, while watching the bonfire jumping.

The sound of the flute was far and deep, and it was so sad that it was unbearable. Chu Yu suddenly felt a little dazed in front of him, and his eyes were blurred and slowly raised his hand, groping around. Then, he didn't know what he had found, so he held it in his hand and raised it, and then...

Chu Yu shook his mind and suddenly woke up.

"Little Fish!" Huo Sanniang looked at her with a slight look on her face, as if she had done something terrible.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yu was stunned. After seeing his movements clearly, his face also became cold.

She didn't know when she held the end where the firewood in a campfire had not burned, and poked the end that was burned red and still had flames on her neck. If Huo Sanniang hadn't been holding her wrist with her eyes and hands, she would have been afraid...

"Are you crazy? Why did you poke this thing on your throat and face? Even if the Third Master makes you annoyed, you won't want to do this!" Huo Sanniang stared at her panting, looking scared and annoyed.

"You haven't found someone. When something happens, you haven't sought death. Why is it..."

Chu Yu frowned: "I don't!"

Huo Sanniang became more and more annoyed: "You haven't, can you tell me the wrong person?"

Chu Yu ignored her, but instead turned his head subconsciously and looked around quietly and vigilantly: "Did you hear the sound of the Qiang flute?"

The sound of Qiang flute seemed to have disappeared at some point.

Seeing her like that, Huo Sanniang was a little worried, but she still said, "What's wrong with the sound of Qiang flute?"

There are too many herders who can play Qiang flute on this grassland.

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of the Qiang flute rang again, but Chu Yu listened carefully, no matter whether it was himself or the flute sound, there was nothing unusual.

Chu Yu's dark jade eyes flashed with a cold light. He looked at the fire stick in his hand and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is it really important that I poke my throat with the fire stick just now?"

Huo Sanniang thought about it and shook her head: "It's not big, I'm pulling it in time, it looks like you are just picking up some fire."

Chu Yu paused, stood up immediately, threw the fire stick in his hand: "I'll go find Seser, you can find a way to quietly catch the person who played the flute just now."

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Chapter completed!