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"Big brother, why are you shaking like this?"

The gangster holding onto the knife-scarred man said.

"Shut up. We don't want to drink anymore. Let's go."

The knife-scarred man cursed as he kicked a hoodlum who had just exposed him to leave the tavern.

"Tch, why are you stopping me?"

The beauty took off her veil and slammed it on the table. That handsome face was impressively named Feng Lingjue's, even though the current him looked just like a woman.

Shen Qingchen withdrew his sword and sat down. Without even raising his head, he said indifferently, "Don't forget what you want to do today. Don't stir up trouble."

If Shen Qingchen did not appear, he would have already killed those scumbags and fed them to the dogs. Who would go out of their way to take liberties with him? Are you tired of living?

While he was fuming, Feng Ling Jue fumed with rage, he gnashed his teeth, holding onto his chin, the anger in his eyes could not be suppressed. Suddenly, he glanced at Shen Qingchen who was calmly drinking his tea, the anger in his heart growing even stronger.

"Shen Qingchen."

Feng Ling Jue called out to him, and looked at him with a hand supporting his chin.

"Call me Eldest Brother."

Shen Qingchen slowly said without even raising his head.

Feng Ling Jue was so angry that he almost went mad. He extended his hand and rapped the table in front of Shen Qingchen with his fingers.

"What's the matter?"

Only then did Shen Qingchen raise his head and look at Feng Lingjue. His gaze was calm like still water, as if his eyes would never be able to lift any waves.

Feng Lingju smiled slightly as he held his forehead with one hand and looked at Shen Qingchen with his seductive eyes. His thin lips slightly parted, "Do I look good?"

He admitted that he had gone mad. The truth was that after he said those words, he also regretted it.

Their eyes met.

Shen Qingchen was startled, after a long while, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. At this time, someone walked in from the tavern and casually walked in, behind him, a tall man also walked in.

"This this, could it be Feng Ling Jue?"

From a distance, Dai Ze saw a beautiful woman sitting next to Shen Qingchen. He thought that Shen Qingchen had finally blossomed, but when he walked closer, he saw that she was indeed a beautiful woman.

Soon after, he thought of that scheme he had made during the day, and his head suddenly exploded, leaving him dumbstruck.

Feng Ling Jue glared fiercely at him, and it was only now that Dai Ze could be certain.

This person was undoubtedly Feng Ling Jue.

"Tsk tsk, Feng Lingjue, you sure look good when you dress up."

Dai Ze sized Feng Ling Jue up like a rare animal.

Feng Lingju's good fortune had been ruined, and now that he was being said in such a manner, his anger had come from the bottom of his heart as he coldly spat out a word: "scram."

Wen Lan was also quite surprised, he did not expect that a eight foot tall man who dressed up as a woman would not feel the slightest bit out of place.

"All right, Thirteen, have you found anything?"

Shen Qingchen destroyed this farce and then looked at Wen Lan.

Wen Lan almost forgot his important matter as he reacted, he cleared his throat and quickly said: "Eldest Brother, there are no foreign women entering the city today."

"Really?" No wonder it's so calm. "

Shen Qingchen's slender fingers lightly rested on the table, he knocked on the table, his eyebrows were knitted tightly, and after a moment, he said indifferently, "Then let's go."

Feng Lingjue still stood up, "I'll go first."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

Dai Ze subconsciously pulled Feng Ling Jue back.

"Tch, stop the crap."

Feng Ling Jue smacked his lips and walked out of the tavern.

"Follow them."

Finally, Shen Qingchen squinted his eyes, stood up, and followed her out.

At this time, there weren't many people on the street. Feng Lingjue yawned and awkwardly walked on the street.

"You're not a gentleman if you don't avenge this enmity."

Looking at the clothes he was wearing, Feng Lingjue's expression grew more and more unsightly. He had initially planned to design Shen Qingchen, but he didn't expect that he would suffer the consequences now.

Helpless, he rubbed his glabella. Just as Feng Lingju was about to continue walking, something seemed to have rolled over from beneath his feet. Lowering his head, he discovered that it was a flower ball …

He bent down and picked up the flower ball, then looked around. It's late at night, who's playing with the ball?

Very quickly, a small figure intruded into his line of sight. It was a white and tender little boy with a golden crown on his head. He looked to be about seven or eight years old.

Feng Ling Jue blinked his eyes, looking somewhat surprised. Wasn't this the mini version of Shen Qingchen?

He held the flower ball and squatted on the ground, looking at the little boy.

"Mine."

The boy said lightly.

"Oh, here you are."

Feng Ling Jue passed the flower ball to the little boy and looked at it more carefully. Forget about its appearance, even his temperament was the same, if not for the fact that he knew that Shen Qingchen was unsightly to women, he would really think that it was Shen Qingchen's illegitimate son.

Feng Lingjue stared at the little boy for a long time. The little boy slowly blinked his eyes, his long eyelashes burning with faint starlight.

"Forget it."

Feng Lingju's eyes darkened slightly. He propped himself up using both legs and looked down at the little boy from above, saying snappily, "Kid, tonight is very dangerous, so hurry up and go back."

Finished speaking, Feng Lingjue continued to strut forward. He rubbed his forehead and muttered in a low voice, "Am I drunk?"

The little boy stood on the spot with a blush on his cheeks.

"Rong Gu, let's go."

Suddenly, a voice was heard from afar.

The boy smiled, then turned and walked toward the source of the voice.

Feng Ling Jue walked to a lake, touched his chin, and looked around. In the end, he muttered: "The demonic energy here is the densest, it seems to be here."

Although this demon beast's whereabouts were unknown, the places that it had visited for a long time or frequently had dense Demonic Qi. He looked at the lake and subconsciously moved his feet.

He stopped on a patch of wetland, bent down, and grabbed a handful of mud. He brought it to the tip of his nose and took a light sniff. There was a thick smell of blood.

"You're right."

After sprinkling the mud on his hands, Feng Ling Jue stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands. In the distance, Shen Qingchen and the other two hid their Qi and were looking at Feng Ling Jue with rapt attention.

"Found it."

A wave of cold wind blew over. Feng Lingjue could smell a faint demonic aura, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. His eyes became sharp, and he faintly smiled.

Sure enough, in the next second, a sharp and twisted claw rapidly flew towards his back.

Feng Lingju did not dodge. Seeing that he was about to succeed, that green-faced fanged monster grinned, looking ghastly and terrifying.

However, just as she was about to succeed, a chill suddenly shot out from nowhere and stopped her in her direction.

"Tch!"

The demon clenched his teeth and immediately jumped far away to dodge the sword. The sword was surrounded by immortal qi and the hilt was carved with a Eight Trigrams pattern. The demon was shocked, "A person from Mount Kunlun?"

— — The content is from [Mick Read]