Sea night Island, beach at night.

The fifth Qinglan silently looks at the sea under the night sky, letting the sea breeze blow up his bangs.

The silver painters seem to be asleep, standing behind the fifth Qinglan like a pen.

"From childhood to adulthood, I was educated in the theory of family supremacy.

Those elders in my family have instilled a concept to me over and over again: the rise of the family must be accompanied by a lot of killing and bloodshed.

The pity to the family is the cruelty to the side branch!

However...

the fifth Qinglan is very confused. I don't know whether he is talking to the sea or the wind, or to the silver painters behind him.

"But when I saw the fifth pure mu, I found that my family was not as terrible as it was described in the family.

When I saw the descendants of the clan guards, I couldn't help but reflect: was it true that we betrayed our own family?

Who will pay for the miserable experience of these descendants of the National Guard? "

The fifth Qing Lan turned to look at the silver brush painter and laughed at himself: "silver brush teacher, am I very cowardly?

Knowing that this is Ye Hong's trick to soften my heart, I willingly enter into his scheme. "

The silver painter opened his eyes, stroked his beard, and said, "it's not a trick.

Since it can make you willingly fall into the trap, it is a fair and aboveboard conspiracy.

I have to say, this boy has great spirit and great wisdom.

No wonder we can stand out in this age of stars

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"Appreciation, regardless of camp." The silver painter continued to smile.

The fifth blue blue decadent ground low head, murmured: "teacher, how should I do now?"

"Don't ask me." "Although I am your teacher and guard, now I am no different from an ordinary old man."

"Teacher, you've almost got it!" The fifth Qing Lan white a silver brush painter again, "who didn't know you were a think tank for a big man at that time!"

The silver brush painter was disdained by the fifth Qing Lan, and finally he couldn't help pointing out the fifth Qinglan.

"When you don't know what to do, remember two words: original intention."

"Chu Xin mo..."

Wu Qinglan slowly wrote these two words on the beach under his feet with his fingers, but he could not get the answer he wanted.

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much now. You'd better survive from that bastard first!"

The fifth Qinglan angrily kicked a foot of sand and said to the silver painter, "teacher, are you hungry? Let's find something to eat? "

The silver painter said nothing, but ran to the base without looking back.

The fifth Qing Lan was stunned for several seconds, then he yelled at the silver brush painter's back: "you old bastard, don't rob me of food!"

They returned to the base, but did not know where to find food for a while.

At this time, they smelled a smell of pastry that made their fingers move.

Two people were night Hong hungry all day, now smell the sweet taste, as if the whole stomach had thunder.

Two pairs of hungry to green eyes directly locate the fragrance source - a room next to the martial arts arena.