Soon, it was the Qi State's night banquet.
As the most prosperous country among all nations, Qi's night banquets have always been actively attended by envoys from various countries.
This year is no exception.
At this time, night fell and the hall was brightly lit.
Envoys from various countries gathered together, with the King of Qi sitting at the top, and the princes closest to him, including the third prince Fu Dan and the seventh prince Fu Yun.
The two of them were not sitting together originally, and were not very friendly. It was not until the King of Qi finished his speech and the singing and dancing performance began that they quietly came together.
Fu Jun held the chopsticks and focused on eating and drinking. Her movements were elegant but not slow, and her cheeks bulged.
Compared with other princes, the third prince Fu Dan did not focus all his attention on making friends with envoys or winning over court officials. He just looked around as if he was looking for someone.
Seeing this, Fu Yun paused slightly, holding the wine cup, and then tilted her head and said, "Fairy Zhang Miaomiao is not here."
Fu Dan's eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously replied, "I didn't..." Then he paused, turned his head to glance at his seventh brother, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, I do have something I want to talk to her about."
Normally, Fu Yun would not ask too many questions about her brother's affairs.
Especially since the third son Dan was the only one among all the brothers who stood on his side, it was natural that he would focus on winning him over and valuing harmony.
But today's match was particularly important, and Fu Yun didn't want any surprises.
So he raised his wine cup, covering his lips, and whispered softly into the Third Young Master's ears: "Now that envoys from various countries are here, and there are many immortals, it is best not to get too close to Fairy Zhang, and to hold back on your attentiveness to avoid misunderstandings."
Fu Tan said hurriedly: "I am not, I have not, I never dare to have any evil intentions."
Fu Yun looked at him twice more and asked, "Then why are you looking for a fairy?"
Fu Dan's mouth moved. He wasn't good at talking to begin with, and now he was a little anxious, so he mumbled even more. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "I found a new boxing manual, and I want to discuss it with the fairy."
But this did not make Fu Yun's brows relax, instead they frowned even tighter: "Isn't this just trying to show your courtesy?"
Fu Dan said seriously, "We're just having a friendly discussion."
"How do we discuss this?"
"She learns first, and I'll be her sparring partner," the Third Young Master patted his pockets, "I've prepared all the necessary ointments and bandages."
Fu Yun: ...
At this moment, the third young master really wanted to stop his brother.
It wasn't that he was afraid of getting struck by lightning because of his evil intentions towards the fairy, but rather that the fairy, who looked delicate but was actually capable of fighting ten of them, would actually strike his brother's head crooked...
And at this moment, they both saw Zhang Miaomiao at the same time.
At the banquet where everyone was dressed in bright clothes, Zhang, who was wearing black clothes, black pants and long black hair, was really too conspicuous.
But she didn't pay attention to this side, and walked straight out of the hall.
Next to her was He Yiyi, who was wearing a long dress.
Perhaps in order to promote her store at the gathering of various countries and to help it reach new heights, He Yiyi dressed up carefully today.
She wore a princess-colored flower-patterned skirt and a smoky brocade shirt, with the cardamom on her fingertips faintly visible in her sleeves.
As the owner of "Miracle Yiyi", He Yiyi is always willing to spend money on makeup, and this time is no exception, which is eye-catching.
Many noble ladies have gathered together to ask about this fairy, especially where her skirt comes from.
It is estimated that her store's turnover will increase again in the near future.
Under normal circumstances, He would definitely smile slightly, hiding his joy in it.
But at this moment, He Yiyi did not look calm and composed at all, but rather extremely anxious.
It was obvious that when she was promoting her jewelry, she often told the aristocratic families that the reason why women wore tassels was the same as men wearing jade pendants, both to restrain themselves, to have rules for walking, sitting and lying down, and to move neither too fast nor too slow. The shaking of tassels and the jingling of jade pendants would attract attention.
But today it happened to me, but I didn't care at all.
The tassels by her ears swung back and forth, and the jade bracelet on her wrist made a crisp sound.
Even though she is shorter than Zhang Miaomiao, does not have her amazingly long legs, and is wearing a skirt, it does not hinder He Yiyi's pace from being comparable to that of a race walker.
Zhang Miaomiao hurried to catch up, her eyes filled with curiosity: "It's rare to see you so anxious, what are you going to do?"
He Yiyi said without even turning her head: "Put out the fire."
Zhang Miaomiao's eyes suddenly widened. "Is there a fire? I'll call 119... Um, I guess the firefighters can't get through?"
Although He Yiyi was filled with anxiety, she couldn't help but laugh. She reached out and grabbed her arm. "Even if you get through, they can't control you because of the dimension between us." She paused. "What I mean is, this happened suddenly. I never expected that there would be a member of the Zhong family among the Wei envoys."
Zhong family?
Which Zhong family?
Given the large number of indigenous people and the fact that Zhang Miaomiao spent most of her time in the Qi royal palace, she didn't react for a while.
It wasn't until he stepped out of the hall that he came back to his senses: "Is that Zhong Yao beside you?"
He Yiyi nodded, her voice tense: "He has a bad relationship with his family."
Zhang Miaomiao: "How bad is it?"
He Yiyi couldn't explain too much at the moment, so she simply said: "The little cannon fodder in the domestic fighting novels, the beautiful, strong and miserable ones in the business war novels."
Zhang Miaomiao: …
Although I don’t fully understand this description, I was deeply shocked.
Feeling inexplicable, Zhang Miaomiao thought for a moment before softly saying, "Don't you think you care too much about Zhong Yao?"
He Yiyi thought without hesitation: "His legs and feet are not in good condition. Although he has a prosthesis, he is still eligible for a disability certificate. Naturally, we should pay more attention to him."
One sentence made Zhang Miaomiao suddenly realize.
Caring for the elderly, children, the sick, the disabled and pregnant women, and building a harmonious society is everyone's responsibility.
So, he stopped thinking about anything else and left the hall with his companions.
At this time, Zhong Yao was at the end of the corridor.
He sat in a wheelchair, holding the heater with both hands, but it still couldn't warm his cold fingertips.
He looked at the people across from him and said softly, "Why did you call me here? Although this place is secluded, it is still the palace of the State of Qi. If something happens, I'm afraid neither you nor I will be able to escape."
A man with a goatee opposite frowned fiercely and said in a deep voice, "What? It's only been a few years since we last met, and you don't even call me dad anymore?"
After saying that, I wanted to teach him a lesson.
Zhong Yao glanced at him and said indifferently, "If you want to hear it, I'll have someone push me onto the city wall right now, holding a loudspeaker, so that everyone can hear our deep father-son love, okay?"
Just one sentence made Mr. Zhong choke.
After a long while, he finally became furious: "You unfilial son! How dare you talk to your own father? Have you lost all the sage books you learned since childhood?"
Zhong Yao was unmoved when he heard this, and even felt like laughing.
If it were my old self, I would probably be so angry that my whole body would tremble and I would be so sad that it would feel like a knife was cutting me.
But now he is very calm.
The reason is simply that I don't care anymore.
He doesn't care what the Zhong family thinks of him, he doesn't care how he treats the Zhong family, and he's too lazy to even think about their affairs.
If possible, he hoped to erase all the ups and downs he had experienced in the Zhong family from his mind and pretend that they had never happened.
It’s a pity that even the Immortal Langyun cannot make such precise cuts.
So Zhong Yao could still remember the grievances he had suffered in those years, as well as the ugly faces of the people in front of him when they drove him away.
So he said calmly: "Don't talk nonsense, focus on the important points, I'm very busy."
Mr. Zhong became even angrier and wanted to curse, but was stopped by the people around him.
They whispered a few words, nothing more than words about considering the overall situation, which at least calmed Zhong's father down a bit. He finally told Zhong Yao the purpose of his visit: "I heard that you have opened many stores now, and some of them use the Zhong family's business routes. In this case, the Zhong family now wants to expand the business in Qizhou. You should pack up your things as soon as possible and write a charter."
He was clearly asking Zhong Yao for help, but his tone was very righteous.
Zhong Yao laughed when he heard this, and there was also a smile in his voice: "Why do you ask me to do this?"
Father Zhong frowned: "Because you are a member of the Zhong family."
Zhong Yao smiled and raised his eyes, but there was no smile in his eyes. They were icy cold, biting to the bone: "But from the day I broke my leg, you no longer recognize me as a member of the Zhong family."
But Mr. Zhong didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
In the Zhong family, profit has always been the top priority. They are probably the people who believe in capital the most. As long as there is profit, they can give up anything.
Everyone only cares about money, so they don’t realize how incredible what they do is.
Therefore, at this moment, Mr. Zhong just said casually: "I am your father, you are my son, it is only natural."
Zhong Yao replied, "Then let's sever our father-son relationship now. It happens that the elders of the clan are here and can serve as witnesses."
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at Zhong Yao in astonishment, and Zhong's father was even more shocked: "Do you even know what you're talking about?! You were so upset before, wasn't it because you didn't want to give up your position as heir? Now I'm willing to restore your status, what else is there to be unhappy about?"
Zhong Yao rubbed his fingertips against the armrest of the wheelchair. His previously calm heart finally erupted in anger, and his voice grew even colder. "I don't care about this status anymore. You don't have a throne to inherit, so how can it be so precious?"
These words were so blunt that Mr. Zhong's face turned red.
Following him came the envoy from the Wei State, who was now frowning and looking at him with suspicion.
Weiguo brought them along because Zhong's father had promised solemnly that he could persuade Zhong Yao. But now it seems that the relationship between father and son is almost broken. How can they help each other?
It’s more like saying they are enemies.
Mr. Zhong was angry and annoyed. He rushed over and kicked his wheelchair in anger.
The people around him wanted to stop him, but he moved too fast and could not be stopped.
But no one expected that after the kick, Zhong Yao did not move.
Instead, Mr. Zhong screamed and fell down holding his leg, obviously seriously injured.
Everyone was shocked and looked over.
I found that Zhong Yao was holding a long, pointed knife in his hand, and the handle of the knife fit perfectly with the armrest of the wheelchair.
It was obvious that he had just been pulled out of a wheelchair!
Zhong Langjun is very aware of his own body and is always thinking about ways to save his life. There are many mechanisms hidden in this wheelchair.
He wiped the blood off the knife expressionlessly, and looked at Zhong's father with emotionless eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object.
There was a large gash on Mr. Zhong's leg. He was shaking with pain, his voice trembling: "You, you rebellious son..."
But Zhong Yao said, "You should be thankful that we are in the Qi Kingdom Palace. Otherwise, if it were somewhere else, this knife would have stabbed you in the neck."
Mr. Zhong was shocked, but he could tell from Zhong Yao's face that this man was not joking.
He really doesn't care about killing his father...
The others were also frightened and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Just then, there was a noise behind.
The servant who had been standing quietly by the side turned around and looked, then whispered, "My dear, it's He Xiangzi who has brought people here. I think it was Master Zhong... I mean, it was this old man's shouting that was heard."
Mr. Zhong was in so much pain that he didn't care about the other person's name.
But Zhong Yao's eyebrows twitched violently.
He was fed up with the Zhong family and could easily knock them down to dust without blinking an eye.
But in the end, he didn't want to show this side of himself in front of He Yiyi.
anyway.
Zhong Yao quickly put the long sword back into the wheelchair and his mind raced.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry and was quick-witted, he directly grabbed the servant's arm.
But he didn't try to stand up, but pushed himself with his backhand, and fell to the ground with his wheelchair!
"Bang!"
This sound really scared the servant, and he hurried to help.
But he was frozen by Zhong Yao's gaze.
At this time, He Yiyi had already arrived.
The first thing she saw was the man lying on the ground.
The usually handsome and gentle young master of the Zhong family was now in a very disheveled state. He was lying on the ground with his wheelchair tilted to the side. His immature clothes were covered with dust, his hands were supporting himself on the stone bricks, and his hair was a little messy.
He wanted to stand up, but his left leg was weak and he fell back as soon as he stood up.
This scared He Yiyi.
You know, no matter what time, Zhong Yao is always in control of the situation. Even though he is in a wheelchair, he always makes people feel at ease. When have you ever seen him look so miserable?
He Yiyi hurried forward and supported him, not caring about the superficial pretense of being an immortal. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?"
Just one sentence made the Zhong family wake up.
Then they looked angry.
Who can't see that Zhong Yao clearly directed and acted in this whole thing himself!
Such poor acting skills were unnecessary even for the women in the harem, and he actually performed it right in front of them!
Although they said that Zhong Yao was scheming, it was precisely because they knew that he was an upright person that they dared to squeeze him like this.
I never thought that a lie would come true if told a thousand times!
Especially Mr. Zhong, the cut on his leg is still bleeding, so he naturally won't swallow his anger now.
But before he could speak, Zhong Yao said softly, "It is my fault for making the fairy worry."
Everyone was speechless and stared at He Yiyi in a daze.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to bow and flatter the fairy, or to clarify himself first and let the fairy see through Zhong Yao's green tea behavior.
But He Yiyi ignored their intentions from the beginning.
She frowned, had the wheelchair straightened, and finally let the man sit in it. She covered his legs tightly with a blanket and whispered, "Did they bully you?"
Zhong Yao just lowered his head, his fingertips trembling: "Fairy, don't ask anymore."
After saying that, he covered his left knee.
Underneath it was a cold prosthetic limb, the shape of which could still be seen through the clothes.
He Yiyi's eyelids twitched when she saw this, and she tried to slow down her voice: "Does it hurt again?"
Zhong Yao raised his eyes, hesitating to speak, and then said softly: "They didn't beat me."
Everyone in the Zhong family: ...
Damn!
The servant next to him was also very perceptive and came over to repeat what had just happened.
They just concealed the fact that Zhong Yao stabbed the other person with a knife and directed and acted out the incident himself.
Those who understand the Spring and Autumn style of writing will understand it.
After hearing this, He Yiyi frowned, raised her eyes and looked at the stunned Zhong family, and said coldly: "Since we have already parted ways, it is better not to meet again in the future. As for the trade route," she paused, "There are so many merchants in Weiguo, we can always find a suitable one."
After saying that, he had someone push Zhong Yao away.
The young master of the Zhong family stroked the blanket on his knees, turned his head lightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A faint sense of pride disappeared in an instant.
The Zhong family members finally reacted and realized with horror that Zhong Yao was no longer the eldest son of the Zhong family who was completely devoted to the Zhong family and allowed them to bully him.
This man not only learned the skills of doing business, but also learned the flavor of tea!
He Yiyi asked someone to call a doctor to come and take a look at Zhong Yao. The boy pushing the wheelchair lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Sir, I'm afraid this matter is not over yet. Those people will go to find Sir Zhong Zuo again."
Zhong Yao closed his eyes slightly, looking resigned and saying, "I'm sad, I'm upset, I'm wronged."
But when he spoke, he was remarkably calm: "Zhong Zuo only cares about money. Whether it's the Zhong family, the trade routes with Zhou, Bankui, or even the Barbarian Kingdom, as long as he's not stupid, he'll know which one to choose." Zhong Yao sneered as he spoke, "Using family ties to win them over? They're a bunch of heartless people, how can they possibly deserve it?"
These words did not reach anyone else's ears, so naturally no one knew about them.
However, Zhang Miaomiao, who was watching the whole process in the dark, had a complicated expression.
I just felt that I could smell the fragrance of tea.
So, when she returned to the main hall, she moved closer to He Yiyi, pondered her words, and then whispered, "Well, don't you think this is strange? Zhong Yao's wheelchair can't be easily pushed over, not to mention there's someone following him."
I thought it would take some time to explain, but unexpectedly, He Yiyi said directly: "I know, it's most likely that he fell by himself."
Zhang Miaomiao was surprised by just one sentence: "You know? Then why were you angry just now?"
He Yiyi pursed her lips and whispered, "I'm angry at those people for using dirty words to bully A Yao. Such a dignified and aloof person was forced to use such tactics to ask me for help. How wronged must he have been."
Zhang Miaomiao: …
Feeling that the other party was silent for a long time and just stared at her, He Yiyi felt a little confused. She thought there was something wrong with her. She hurriedly lowered her head to look at her dress and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Zhang Miaomiao said seriously: "It's okay, I'm watching The Tyrant King Who Pampered His Concubine."
He Yiyi: ???
As they returned to the main hall, the "little disturbance" that had just occurred had already reached Fu Yun's ears.
But it didn't cause any reaction.
This is not surprising. On this continent, the Langyun people have a transcendent status, and what they want to do has never aroused doubts from the indigenous people.
Occasionally, when there are things they don’t understand, the indigenous people will choose to ask the responsible deity, that is, the school teacher, and the problem will naturally be properly resolved.
Especially in a place like Qi, which had a harmonious relationship with Langyun, they almost put all the blame on the Wei people without hesitation.
Without even waiting to question the person involved, Fu Yun had already made up his mind to ask his father to write a letter to advise the King of Wei.
Do we really need to continue to use people like the Zhong family who disrespect immortals?
The last people who disrespected the immortals were a small group of barbarians, who were physically destroyed by thunder and fire from the sky. You can find out about this.
So when Zhong Yao came over and sat down again, Fu Jun didn't mention anything about what had just happened. Instead, she smiled and raised her glass to him.
Mr. Zhong returned the greeting respectfully, and the clean blanket covered the dirt on the corners of his clothes. At this moment, he did not look embarrassed at all, and looked like a handsome gentleman.
And all this has nothing to do with Kun Jingming.
He sat behind the table with a calm expression, his chin supported by one hand, his eyes fixed on the singing and dancing in the hall.
The lingering sound and the dancing dresses.
The song is good, the dance is good, but unfortunately not many people watch it.
This New Year's Eve banquet in Qi State was like a team-building event. Everyone gathered together, but not many people really wanted to come here to eat and drink. Most of them came with a clear purpose.
Those with good relationships can deepen their feelings, while those with unfavorable relationships can test each other. It would be even better if they can reach some cooperation.
As for those singing and dancing performances, they are just like adding some background music to the conversation, just for fun.
But Kun Jingming watched intently, his expression becoming more and more serious.
Seeing him like this, Tan Min beside him asked curiously: "Immortal Lord, do you like these dancers very much?"
As long as classmate Kun nods, the resourceful Mr. Tan can quickly assemble a team of beautiful dancers and send them to Langyun.
But Kun Jingming directly denied it: "I just admire them, I can't say I like them, but I just think their outfits are a bit unique, and the decorations around them are also unique."
Upon hearing this, Tan Min couldn't help but look over.
The clues were soon discovered.
The material of the dancer's skirt is obviously unusual. It looks like silk but not silk, and like cotton but not cotton. It must be a new material made by Qi State. The patterns on it are dyed directly. It seems that the dyeing technology has also made great progress.
There were also many new musical instruments being played on the side, many of which had only been seen in fairyland books.
And the songs the singers sing...
Tan Min listened carefully, his expression suddenly becoming complicated. He whispered, "This lyrics doesn't sound like ordinary poetry. It sounds more like memorizing a map."
Kun Jingming had been listening carefully for quite some time and nodded directly: "Yes, I have recited all the counties and cities in Qi State, and introduced each county and city in the form of poetry and prose, as well as the local specialties."
Tan Min was slightly stunned, and subconsciously sat up straight and listened carefully.
As Kun Jingming said, Fenghe County's paper, Jiangyi County's ironware, Yuanluo County's agricultural and sideline products...
In other words, this is simply a song to attract investment to the State of Qi!
It's a novel method, and Zhou State can learn from it later.
Thinking of this, Tan Min murmured, "I wonder who composed this song?"
It's obvious that they want to poach people.
After hearing this, Kun Jingming said calmly, "To be able to sing an advertising song at such a grand occasion as the Qi State Night Banquet, and to write it in a way that is sensible and rhymes well, I think only Gongzi Yun can be chosen."
Tan Min was surprised: "How did the Immortal Lord know?"
Kun Jingming was silent for a moment, then he slowly said: "That's because I've heard of his "Instant Noodles Fu"."
Tan Min: …???
Fu Yun, who was sitting not far away, heard the conversation between the two and came over, smiling and saying, "I never thought that the Immortal Lord would still remember my humble work."
Kun Jingming tilted his head to look at him: "You wrote so well, it's hard to forget. It's a pity."
Fu Yun was curious: "What's a pity?"
Kun Jingming said seriously: "If you were not a prince, you could go in the direction of advertising."
It is said to be a poem, but in fact it is just an advertising song.
It's still a toxic advertising song that keeps looping in your head once you hear it.
It is indeed a waste of talent not to do publicity and promotion.
Fu Jun took this as a compliment and thanked him with a smile.
Tan Min smiled faintly and said, "I never thought that Qi State would be able to develop so prosperously now. Congratulations, Seventh Young Master."
Fu Jun raised his glass, took a sip, and then said softly, "Compared to the Zhou Kingdom, they contacted Ban Kui before anyone else and even negotiated a trade route. That's what true swiftness means."
After these words were spoken, Tan Min's expression changed slightly.
It was clear that the connection with Bankui was secret, and he was sure that the Bankui people would not easily tell Qi about this matter. As a result, the man in front of him said it directly.
It is clear that there are spies in the Zhou State.
But Tan Min couldn't say there was anything wrong with this. After all, he himself had left a lot in Qi State...
Fu Yun had clearly anticipated the man's silence. He smiled, poured another glass of wine, and said softly, "It's often difficult to strengthen ties between countries, but sometimes it's easy, like through marriage."
As soon as these words were spoken, Tan Min's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Could it be that this person even knows about Green-Eyed Colliver and Princess Lingyun?
How is this possible!
Lord Tan admitted that he had allowed this incident to happen at the beginning not because he was really planning for the princess's love, but simply to strengthen the relationship between Zhou and Bankui and gain the upper hand.
As for whether the seeds of love could be planted, it was just an accidental act and Tan Min didn't care.
But apart from Princess Lingyun's personal attendants, only Tan Min and the Zhong brothers knew about this.
Could it be that there is a traitor among them?
Lord Tan's eyes quickly turned to Zhong Yao who was not far away. His handsome face was full of frost and his eyes were filled with coldness.
But Zhong Yao was just a commoner and had no intention of getting close to these nobles and high officials. He was now diligently picking fish bones for his boss.
Feeling the gaze, Zhong Langjun looked up, and the moment their eyes met, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
But at this moment, Kun Jingming's indifferent voice came: "Why, do you want to go on a blind date with Donna?"
Tan Min was stunned when he heard this and subconsciously turned his eyes away.
He turned to look at Donna who was far away.
Banquay's captain of guards obviously attached great importance to this night banquet. In addition, Colliver stayed in the Zhou capital and did not come, so she was the leader of the Banquay envoys. So the captain of guards changed out of the light armor that was convenient for movement and put on a long skirt with Banqua's characteristics.
There are no overly gorgeous patterns or complicated and expensive decorations, but the sea blue dress is still exceptionally elegant and charming.
The most eye-catching thing is the emerald in her hair, just like Donna's green eyes, which are unforgettable at first sight.
As the captain of the guards, Donna is obviously extremely sensitive to other people's eyes.
He glanced over quickly and saw Fu Jun smiling at him gently.
Donna didn't know much about the Seventh Prince of Qi, so she just nodded and looked away.
Fu Yun, on the other hand, had already found out Donna's identity. "Although the Captain of the Guards is nominally a minister of Banqui, he actually has a close relationship with the Queen. Even just being friends would be great."
The subtext is laid out in the open.
It would be even better if we could really go on a blind date.
Fu Jun tilted his head, wondering whether he should go back and write a poem for the captain of the guard Ban Kui.
Tan Min realized that he might have misunderstood something. He first breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed, thinking that he and Fu Jun were indeed the same kind of black-hearted people, and even their ideas were so similar.
I just don’t know whether this person’s courtship journey will be smooth.
So he smiled and said gently, "If you approach others with utilitarianism, you'll probably run into a wall."
Fu Yun was very serious: "Relationships are formed through getting along with each other. How can you know if it's not suitable if you don't get in touch with each other?"
Tan Min thought about it and felt that this was correct, so he said no more.
The only one whose expression didn't change was probably Kun Jingming.
As the vice president of the student union, one of his responsibilities is to keep abreast of the development of various tasks.
So he naturally knew what happened on Banqui Island.
This included the fact that when Zhong Zuo and the others first arrived in Bankui Country, Donna was thinking of chopping them up and throwing them into the sea to feed the fish...
Conservatively speaking, the slender-looking captain of the guards can at least beat ten people at once.
So, classmate Kun quietly looked at the beautiful and dignified Donna, then looked at Fu Jun's small figure. After a moment of silence, he finally reached out and patted Fu Jun on the shoulder.
This confused the Seventh Young Master: "Immortal Lord, what's wrong?"
Kun Jingming said seriously, "I just think your courage is commendable. I just want to give you a piece of advice." He paused, "Don't be a scumbag, otherwise you will die."
Fu Yun: ...
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