Chapter 1155 Young Master Yan is ill and never forgets the arrogant master 2

  The dust-free monk's robe was pulled out of shape by Lian Feng. When Qin Zong saw this, his eyes sank slightly: "Lian Feng!"

  Lian Feng instantly let go and stand at attention, not forgetting to invite credit to himself: "Major General, I did this according to your requirements!"

  Qin Zong was very tired.

  He placed his gaze on the dust-free surface, and his dark-black pupils were as deep as the sea, as if not even light could penetrate, "Master Wuchen, can you move?"

   Wuchen turned his hand to the Buddha beads, knowing that he could not hide it, and sighed slightly, "Mr. Qin please."

  The two sat down on the sofa, and Lian Feng turned to make tea.

  After Qin Zong took a seat, his eyes were sharp as swords, and he looked at Wuchen calmly, but there was a fierce aura in the vagueness.

   "I just want to know why Tao Tao was injured? What happened last night?"

  Lian Feng immediately raised his ears, as if being scratched by a cat's paw.

  He wants to know too!

  "...Amitabha Buddha," Wuchen said in a gentle tone, "Mr. Qin, you have asked me this question again."

   "Last night, I already answered you. It was Master Yan who invited me to protect the law for him. I really don't know what happened and why Senior Qilinzi came."

   "Ask again, the answer will not change in any way."

  Qin Zong narrowed his eyes slightly, his slender jade fingers rubbed the rim of the slightly hot teacup, his posture was straightforward, like a green pine in the mountains, "My man, I should be qualified to know the cause of her injury."

What's more, Yan Tao was injured because of him.

  Lian Feng: Well, this seems like a confession.

  Xiao Qi reached out to poke his master: Mrs. Young is still very honest in the future!

  Master Yan has no expression on his face: Obviously you are my person!

snort!

   Wuchen went silent, after all, did not speak.

  The two attacked and defended, and the dust-free defense was airtight, their mouths were bitten tightly, and they never revealed any news.

  Qin Zong: "Master Wuchen doesn't want to say it, so that's it."

  The man stood up, his posture was indifferent, his eyes seemed to be covered with frost: "Lian Feng, see off the guests."

After Wuchen left, Lian Feng, who learned the news, approached the bed and saw Yan Tao who was unconscious, his eyes frozen, "Master, God Yan is...wounded?"

  With Yantao's skill and treacherous ability, who can get him?

  Qin Zong's tone was light: "I don't know."

   "Tell me," Qin Zongjian wrinkled his eyebrows, "What is called... nice words?"

  Lian Feng: "Fat?"

  Qin Zong: "What Yantao likes to listen to."

  Lian Feng's eyes fell on Qin Zong suddenly, "You...don't know?"

  The tone of his eyes was full of suspicion.

   "Why would I know."

  Qin Zong raised his brows slightly.

   "The words Master Yan wants to hear are those," Lian Feng said with a grin, "I love you, I love you so much, I love you so much that I can't help myself, and so on?"

   Lian Feng winked his eyebrows, and by the way, he gave Master Qin a heart-warming gesture.

  Qin Zong... "Get out!"

  "...I can provide advice! What if you don’t like the love words you said? If you don’t like it, you won’t be able to wake up!"

  Lian Feng clenched his fists: I rely on, the rare Qin Ye confession!

  Onlookers swear to death!

  Qin Zong's eyes sharpened, his eyes seemed to be about to freeze into ice.

  Lian Feng's eyes are full of sincere: "Master, I really want to help you."

  Qin Zong's face was expressionless, and he raised his foot--kick.

  Lian Feng was almost hit by the foot wind. Between Xiaoming and Gossip, he chose Xiaoming with great distress.

  (End of this chapter)