The Most Powerful Young Man

Chapter 1189: Listen to the story

Qing Chan's footsteps stopped.

Excited light flashed in Liu Shude's eyes.

He subconsciously felt that what he said just now had touched the softest part of Qing Chan's heart and moved the girl.

However, the result surprised him.

Qing Chan turned his face and stared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "You're right. Qingfeng Escort was my home before, but now, my family is gone. Is this my home?!"

Liu Shude was speechless.

One of his face turned pale, on the one hand it was angry and on the other hand it was embarrassing.

Qing Chan opened his mouth, and didn't intend to stop, and continued: "You all want to be such a master dart, don't you? Let's fight! How long can you jump?"

Liu Shude: "..."

An old man in the Qingfeng Escort suddenly said: "Qing Chan, how can you say that you are also the daughter of the Chief Escort and a member of the Qingfeng Escort. How can you be so unfeeling?"

"Unfeeling?" Upon hearing these two words, Qing Chan had no desire to laugh.

She felt that these people were extremely disgusting.

For the disgusting person, I was embarrassed to say anything.

"You said I'm unfeeling, don't you feel unfeeling to me?"

"I'm staying at the Qingfeng Escort, how many of you want to kill me?"

"Yes, some of you don't want to kill me. You want to hold me up high and let me become the new speaker of the Qingfeng Escort. What then? You want me to obey you! Why do you?"

"You want me Qingchan to become the new owner of Qingfeng Escort, but who of you wants to listen to me?"

The few questions that Qing Chan asked out made the people in Qingfeng Escort silent.

That little old man was choked by Qing Chan's words. At this time, he could only choose to remain silent. What else could he do besides remaining silent?

Can't you argue with Yang Qingchan? Even if he was given this opportunity, he didn't know what to say to refute the other party.

As a human being, you can be shameless, but you can't be too shameless. Just like stepping on the sky, they are just playing a big circus at the door, disgusting and disgusting Qingfeng Escort, step by step to death of Qingfeng Escort.

With their strength, is it difficult to force Qingfeng Escort to bow their heads? Why take such a circuitous route? In the final analysis, we still have to be a face. Although they are not doing what a decent person should do, they are still a decent person. Since they are a decent person, they have to be famous, and they can't justify the scene of the Qingfeng Escort for no reason. , But if you add some reasons, it's almost the same. For example, the circus is working hard to entertain the public. How can your Qingfeng Escort rush people? Forget about driving people, how can you hit people? Wow! You Qingfeng Escort is too much, you know to bully ordinary people, I can't stand it anymore, I have to stand on the commanding heights of human morality and condemn you, by the way...

that is the truth.

After Qing Chan's words were finished, Xiao Yao had an unspeakable joy.

He felt that Qing Chan should have done this long ago.

After Qing Chan said these words, she turned her face domineeringly.

She looked at Xiao Yao, her eyes softened a lot.

No matter how excited her emotions were before, as long as she saw Xiao Yao, her mood would be much better.

This man must have a special charm, Qing Chan thought in her heart.

Qing Chan looked at Xiao Yao's eyes and fell on Xu Feng's body.

He could only smile bitterly.

At this time, a big hand patted his shoulder.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Xu Han's voice came from behind.

Xu Feng turned around, glanced at his father, but said nothing.

He didn't know what language to use to describe his mood at this time.

"Does it feel very unworthy? Are you thinking, if you knew this a long time ago, you wouldn't have to protect the cicada like that before?" Xu Han continued to ask.

As Xu Feng's father, and also as an outsider, he sees more clearly than anyone else. He understands that even if his son is obsessed with Qing Chan, it is impossible for Qing Chan to like him.

He hoped that at this moment, his son would have an epiphany.

Before Liu Shude's hand, Xu Feng suffered a little injury, Xu Han was not worried at all. He had simply checked before, and Xu Feng was fine. What he was really worried about was the injury in Xu Feng's heart.

Injured, I can get up and heal.

The death of the heart is actually more terrifying than the death of a human being.

When people die, they are lying in a coffin and buried by loess. They have nothing to do with this world. They have to breathe, and they have to endure a long and long period of suffering. All the pain will accumulate.

Xu Feng suddenly laughed.

He looked at his father and said seriously: "I don't regret it."

Xu Han had a headache.

"I don't regret it?" Xu Han really wanted to knock his son's head open to see what was inside. Fortunately, Xu Feng is his son. If he changes to someone who has nothing to do with him, he might really kick him directly at this time. What's so special, I haven't seen this cheap man!

Xu Feng still smiled and said, "Father, I know you want to scold me, but I can't help it! I can control myself not to tell her that I like you, but I can't control myself not to like her. In fact, this is also very good. Watching her relax and watching her want to continue to live is better than anything else."

Xu Han raised his hand and patted Xu Feng on the shoulder.

Then, there was a long sigh.

There is no absolute wrong or right in the relationship.

As long as Xu Feng feels valuable and meaningful, he, a father, doesn’t have much to say. After all, Xu Feng is not a kid anymore. He knows what is wrong and what is right, and he does not need to plan the direction.

Hmm...just happy son!

Xiao Yao and Qing Chan had just turned around. Hong Feisheng and Liu Chengfeng had already rushed over here behind Wu Wutong. After a long distance, you could hear Wu Wutong’s voice: "Hong Daochang, you speed Hurry up! If you go slower, Xiao Yao will be dead!"

Hong Feisheng was speechless.

He couldn't see what happened before, but he could detect it.

He is Hong Feisheng! He didn't dare to know the collision and flow of Lian Yun Dao's spiritual energy, but he could still accurately grasp what had something to do with Xiao Yao.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but he was at least dared to be sure that Xiao Yao was still alive, not as complicated as Wu Wutong said.

Had it not been for Wu Wutong, Hong Feisheng hadn't planned to come.

Wu Wutong was like a human-shaped tank, squeezing the crowd and rushing to Xiao Yao's.

Hong Feisheng and Liu Chengfeng got into the crowd behind Wu Wutong, which saved a lot of trouble.

Wu Wutong breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Xiao Yao's okay.

"Just know you are okay." Wu Wutong said.

Liu Chengfeng and Hong Feisheng who followed her were speechless.

That's not what the girl said before she came!

After Hong Feisheng walked to the front, he glanced around, his eyes fell on Xiao Yao again.

"It's okay?" Hong Feisheng asked.

Xiao Yao nodded and said, "It's okay."

"Then go back." Hong Feisheng said.

Xiao Yao glanced at Qing Chan and asked, "Will you go with me?"

Qing Chan nodded vigorously.

Wu Wutong hugged his arms on the side, snorted coldly, and said, "You are not welcome at all?"

Qing Chan looked at Wu Wutong with complicated eyes.

She still remembers Wu Wutong, not to mention that this girl is so pretty.

Before, it was this woman who snatched Xiao Yao away. She saw Xiao Yao before and thought that Xiao Yao had broken away from this woman's claws. Now it doesn’t seem to be the case. Although Xiao Yao came to her, But this woman also came.

What Qing Chan was curious about was that the woman's eyes seemed to be full of hostility when she looked at her.

When did I ask her to provoke her? Qing Chan couldn't understand.

Just when the five were about to leave together, the middle-aged man who stepped out of the gate suddenly said, "Hongdao stays long!"

Hong Feisheng paused, turned his face to look at the man, frowned, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Yes, Hong Feisheng, Chief Hong Daoist, who does not know?" The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Hong Feisheng gave an "Oh", thought about it, and said, "But I don't know you."

Xiao Yao: "..."

He felt that Hong Feisheng was really the originator of the pretense world.

Because of the force he pretended to be, it looked so round and didn't make people feel blunt and abrupt at all.

Hearing what Hong Feisheng said, the middle-aged man didn't get angry at all. He walked up to the front, bowed his hands, held his disciple salute, and said, "Song Pingshan, the big disciple under the seat of the elder Nanxuan at Xiatianmen."

"Yeah." Hong Feisheng asked, "What's the matter?"

"..." It can be seen that Song Pingshan is also depressed now.

After being aggrieved for a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Can the juniors ask, what is the matter of Hong Daochang coming to our country of Wei this time?"

"Passing by." Hong Feisheng said impatiently, "Where do I go, what do I do, and what does it have to do with you? The elder Nanxuan you mentioned is okay if you don't say anything, I will get angry when I say it, and I want to beat you. Don't talk about you, your master was driven by me from Wei Guo to Nanchu with a stick of wood. If you have anything, let your master come and ask me."

After speaking, Hong Feisheng turned and walked forward.

The middle-aged man named Song Pingshan did not dare to catch up.

Xiao Yao could see that there seemed to be a holiday between Hong Feisheng and Tatianmen, otherwise, with Hong Feisheng's character, it would not be so shameless.

This is a bit lively...

Back in the inn, Wu Wutong took the lead to take out the silver and helped Qing Chan open a room. He also deliberately leaned in front of Xiao Yao and said, "Are you angry? This girl can't live in the same room with you, hey."

Xiao Yao: "..."

After going upstairs, Xiao Yao entered Hong Feisheng's room and sat down, resting his chin.

"What are you doing?" Hong Feisheng raised his eyes and said.

"Listen to the story." Xiao Yao said with a smile.