Chapter 29 Histrionic Personality
At first glance, the lobby of Hami Melon Castle is empty and bare, with only the light yellow ceiling and milky white floor tiles visible.
Xu Ren'er originally thought that they would have to stand and wait, but he never expected that as soon as they stepped in, the floor tiles suddenly underwent a huge change.
Two rows of extremely soft and comfortable sofa chairs popped out automatically, there were twelve sofa chairs in total.
Taking into account the different camps, the two rows of sofa chairs are not divided into six rows on the left and right to maintain symmetry. There are five sofa chairs on the left, which are for the people from the Carnivore Country; there are seven sofa chairs on the right, which are for the people on Xu Rener's side.
In the middle of the two rows of sofa chairs is a long table with a series of refreshments placed on it. Obviously, the refreshments are for this group of people.
They randomly chose seats, ate the snacks provided, and waited patiently for Hami Melon Henhuai to arrive.
Since they were free, they started chatting about some random topics.
Qingti Yaoming suppressed his inner desire to find out the truth and simply talked about some interesting things he encountered in Xinghe Town to add some fun to this boring time.
For the time being, he couldn't ask anything that might involve Lizhi Yuhui, as that would be too easy to expose.
Since the Carnivorous Country can send this group of people to be representatives of the National Master's Office, they are definitely not ordinary people.
Perhaps any seemingly casual question will be associated with his purpose.
Chicken Breast Dan Bai was distracted for less than a few seconds, but he had already guessed that the Meat-Eating Country might have been involved in the demise of the Watermelon Clan.
Therefore, take a step back from yourself.
He not only had to be careful about his words, but also his expression, and must not let them find out that he had already noticed something.
"So, the prisoner wanted to escape while I wasn't paying attention, but he didn't know that I had already sensed it..."
Faced with Qingti Yaoming's endless summary of his past experiences, unlike the indifference of others, Yangpai Menghuo was very interested in what Qingti Yaoming was saying.
Qingti Yaoming and Yangpai Menghuo had the most interactions in the whole audience, while everyone else just watched the fun quietly.
Qingti Yaoming discovered that Yangpai Menghuo, although seemingly stupid, actually had extremely high emotional intelligence.
He didn't ask too many questions about the details of the stories he told, laughing at the right times and clenching his arms nervously at the right times.
The overall performance state is as if he is completely immersed in the content he narrates, giving it full emotional value.
In response to this, a gleam of light flashed in Qingti Yaoming's eyes.
He gave Apple Xinshan, who was sitting next to him, a look. Apple Xinshan received it, expressed her confusion, and responded with doubt.
Apple Xinshan: What are you doing?
Qingti Yaoming raised his hand, as if he was a little thirsty after talking for a long time, and picked up the cantaloupe juice in front of him and drank it in small sips.
It seemed that he had a bad habit of drinking. He only used his thumb and middle finger to hold the cup tightly. His middle finger and little finger were stretched out and slightly raised, while his index finger did not touch the cup at all and was raised alone.
This seemingly unintentional action of raising the orchid finger was completely inconsistent with his rough appearance, which stunned the meat-eating country on the opposite side.
After a long period of tacit understanding, Pingguo Xinshan immediately understood what Qingti Yaoming meant.
The raised index finger points to the Lamb Chop Fire.
Qingti Yaoming felt that there was something wrong with this person, so she asked her to make additional tests to determine the true nature of the other person.
Apple Xinshan's brain started working rapidly. Qingti Yaoming kept telling interesting stories, while Yangpai Menghuo kept cooperating with him and gave appropriate responses at the right time.
The right time?
Apple Xinshan caught the key words in the thought. She smiled and pretended to scan the expressions of the people opposite her, as if she was specifically trying to help Qingti Yaoming out. She said impatiently:
"Look at you, your hands are tired from talking so much. Forget it! Let me do the talking!"
Pingguo Xinshan is not as humorous as Qingti Yaoming. Her personality is rather cold and hard, and even her story descriptions seem very stiff and boring.
Although other people are not interested in Qingti Yaoming's affairs, Qingti Yaoming's mouth is good. He speaks witty words and is very eloquent. It is not boring to listen to him occasionally.
But Apple Xinshan's cold tone and boring overview give people the illusion of being drowsy but having to stay awake, which is deeply torturous.
But Apple Xinshan was completely unaware of this and always maintained her cold and hard tone.
Except for Yangpai Menghuo, everyone else's eyes twitched subconsciously, staring at her straight: Please shut up!
Yangpai Menghuo still seems to be very enthusiastic about her topic, and gives Apple Xinshan a lot of emotional value, without showing any perfunctory or impatience.
If Apple Xinshan hadn't noticed the momentary distraction in the other person's eyes, she would probably have mistakenly thought that he was genuinely interested in her topic.
So that’s how it is! Apple Xinshan’s eyes showed understanding.
She silently gave Qingti Yaoming a look, confirming Qingti Yaoming's idea.
This person has a histrionic personality, is good at disguising himself, appears warm on the outside but is actually cold on the inside, and should not be underestimated.
After receiving the information from Pingguo Xinshan, Qingti Yaoming continued to pretend to drink water to hide the calculations in his eyes.
It seems that the Imperial Master's Mansion of the Carnivorous Country is indeed full of talented people.
Even the most innocent-looking boy is not a tough guy who can be easily dealt with.
It is even possible that this guy named Yangpai Menghuo is the real backbone of this group of people.
——
As Hamigua Henhuai and Tang Beiju entered the room, they saw a group of people wearing masks of pain. When they heard them enter, everyone felt relieved and looked at them as if they saw the savior coming.
Hamigua Henhuai and Tang Beiju: ???
Even Yang Pai Menghuo couldn't help but exhale a slightly heavy breath from the tip of his nose.
This made Apple Xinshan subconsciously doubt herself. Was she really that bad at speaking?
The people from the Imperial Master's Mansion came from afar and had a special status, so Hami Gua He Huai naturally chose to talk to the people from the Imperial Master's Mansion first.
What's more, it was obvious that Xu Ren'er and his group were not here for him. When Tang Beiju appeared, all of their eyes were fixed on Tang Beiju and they didn't notice him at all.
A group of people left the front hall, and the space seemed to become larger and the air flowed much more freely.
Tang Beiju was one meter away from them. The group looked at each other with complicated expressions. No one spoke, they just looked at each other quietly.
After a long time, Tang Beiju glanced at Lizhi Yuhui. The intense joy of regaining what he had lost and the surging murderous hatred overlapped with each other, making Tang Beiju unable to breathe.
"You...why are you still alive?"
Tang Beiju murmured.
Lizhi Yuhui was wearing a mask, but he had been with Lizhi Yuhui for eight years, so how could he not recognize her?
The longer you spend with someone, the more profound the impression you have of them. It is never their appearance, but the familiar aura they exude.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Ren'er stepped forward and hurriedly tried to explain on behalf of Lizhi Yuhui:
"No, Beiju, the truth back then was actually..."
"Shut up!" Tang Beiju shouted.
"Why? Why are you still alive?! People like you should die in the eighteen levels of hell and never be reborn! You shouldn't be alive!"
Tang Beiju's outburst of emotion startled everyone.
In their hearts, Tang Beiju has always been a calm and steady person who is unwilling to reveal his emotions too much.
Nowadays, it is rare to see his defensive side.
Facing Tang Beiju's heart-wrenching curse, Lizhi Yuhui just looked at him with sad eyes.
He thought that the reason why Tang Beiju was so emotional was probably that he really couldn't accept his resurrection.
He couldn't help but lower his head and smile self-deprecatingly.
Hiding the sadness in his eyes, he raised his head, and once again revealed a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked playful, exuding the pride of a strong man.
He wanted to get up from his chair and say something infuriating to hide his feelings.
However, before he could speak, Xu Ren'er and Mo Youli, who were sitting on both sides of him, pressed down hard on his shoulders, unwilling to let him get up.
"Brother, do you want me to... shut up too?"
Tang Qiuyue left her seat and slowly walked towards Tang Beiju. When Tang Beiju heard her words, he choked up and stared at her blankly, unable to speak.
The girl in front of him was his most beloved sister, whom he had taken care of since childhood. He could joke with her, but he could not yell at her or scold her harshly.
Not getting a rejection, Tang Qiuyue quickened her pace, rushed forward and hugged Tang Beiju tightly.
Tang Qiuyue had the greatest strength among them. Tang Beiju was forced to stagger back a few steps but still couldn't stop, and was thrown to the ground. His brain stopped working for more than ten seconds.
He felt nothing as his bones collided violently with the floor tiles, and the warm hug from his sister made his strong bones teeter on the edge of breaking.
Occasionally, regrets suddenly come back:
Why did you let Tang Qiuyue learn martial arts in the first place, and why do you always cause trouble to him?
"Brother, listen to me. The truth of what happened back then is not what you think. The truth is..."
Tang Qiuyue spoke very quickly, eager to tell the truth in person, but Tang Beiju was not listening.
This time it wasn't that he didn't want to listen, but that he really couldn't listen anymore.
At this moment, he was not suffocating mentally, but was really suffocating, suffocating in the physical sense.
"Help... Help... Stop it first... I... I will listen..."
Tang Beiju was almost foaming at the mouth. With his last breath left, he tried his best to survive and spoke.
Xu Ren'er and Mo Youli originally wanted to rely on Tang Qiuyue's identity as a relative to make Tang Beiju willing to let down his guard and listen to them patiently.
However, after waiting for a long time, they did not get any response from Tang Beiju. When they looked closely, they saw that Tang Beiju's eyes were wide open and bulging, and he almost fainted.
"Not good!" Xu Ren'er shouted.
They hurriedly ran to Tang Qiuyue and Tang Beiju, and forcibly pried Tang Qiuyue away from Tang Beiju. As soon as Tang Qiuyue left, Tang Beiju coughed wildly and gasped for breath.
"I'm saved..." Tang Beiju's eyes were filled with tears, and his eyes were full of joy of escaping death.
The originally sad and depressing atmosphere was quickly washed away by the little episode caused by Tang Qiuyue.
After recovering from his shock, Tang Beiju looked at Tang Qiuyue with a helpless look in his eyes:
What else can I do since I raised my own little sister King Kong with my own hands? I have to accept it with a pinch of my nose!
"Go ahead and tell me what you're saying. I'll listen carefully this time."
He didn't want to be hugged to death by his own sister just because he refused to listen. It would be too embarrassing to tell others about it.
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