"..."
The restaurant became quiet again.
Li Qingcha couldn't help it again: "Pfft! Hahahaha~"
A burst of laughter.
Xiao Lang's face changed drastically.
What is tolerable and what is intolerable?
Yu Youwei is a sixth-rank cultivator, so it’s fine if she bullies me, but what do you think a pretty boy like you is?
He saw that Li Qingcha was very handsome and was sitting on the second floor of the restaurant. He was obviously a young man from a wealthy family.
This kind of person is not worthy of being ridiculed by me.
Xiao Lang was annoyed.
"You're still laughing? Old... cough cough..."
Still the words were not spoken.
A strong murderous aura suddenly appeared on Yu Youwei's face. She exerted force with her right hand.
click -
A soft sound.
The life of Xiaolang's cervical spine is like a candle in the wind.
But in the end,
"Humph!"
Yu Youwei snorted softly and relaxed her right hand slightly.
Xiao Lang was as if he had been granted amnesty. He gasped desperately and felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if the other party had really broken his bones.
He couldn't help but look at Li Qingcha.
As soon as she mentioned this man, Yu Youwei went berserk.
Could it be...
Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat.
At this time, two people walked out of the private room, a man and a woman, both middle-aged, with swords on their waists. They should be Xiao Lang's master and his wife, the people in charge of Jiange.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw his apprentice being subdued by Yu Youwei.
But no way,
The Jiange sect is a small sect, and with the combined strength of the entire sect, they can only train him to be an eighth-rank warrior. The eldest disciple has not yet entered the rank.
In the eyes of a gifted child like Yu Youwei, Xiao Lang is just an ordinary person who can't even lift a hand, right?
The middle-aged man bowed.
"Please show some mercy, Fairy Fish."
Yu Youwei raised her eyebrows and glanced at Li Qingcha from the corner of her eye.
In her eyes, the reason why she took action was entirely because of Li Qingcha, so whether she should stop or not also depends on Li Qingcha's opinion.
What's more, Xiao Lang had just cursed Li Qingcha.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor.
Doesn't this depend more on Li Qingcha's intention?
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Li Qingcha was helpless.
In general fantasy novels, the protagonist acts arrogantly and bullies others. The bullied ones always turn to the older ones when they can’t get what they want, and the older ones turn to their ancestors when they can’t get what they want. Then the protagonist fights desperately and the bicycle turns into a motorcycle.
Why does it feel wrong when it comes to me?
Not only is Yu Youwei the one showing off, but the person being bullied is also ridiculously weak.
Small = not acceptable;
Old one = eighth grade.
The villain's growth rate can no longer catch up with the protagonist!
Li Qingcha couldn't help but doubt his life.
Yu Youwei wanted to see what she said, but seeing that Li Qingcha didn't respond, her eyes slowly dropped to freezing point.
Seeing her appearance, Xiao Lang understood instantly.
"Don't spread the nest!"
He shook his head frantically and begged for mercy, just like a pig being slaughtered.
On the other side, the middle-aged swordsman from Jiange also drew his sword immediately.
"Everyone get out of the way!"
The implication is that swords have no eyes, and it would be bad if innocent people were hurt in a fight.
Li Qingcha frowned.
"You should eat and drink, and not fight."
The shop owner couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fearing that a fight would really break out.
Just the day before yesterday, a tea shop next door had three tables smashed by gangsters. Although the government stepped in to resolve the situation and helped to get compensation, it could only be based on the amount of damage.
The store needs to be run, and the impact of a fight on the business cannot be compensated by a few tables and chairs.
The middle-aged swordsman frowned.
"Young man, don't get involved in things that shouldn't be involved."
When Xiao Lang heard what his master said, he shook his head even more frantically.
Yu Youwei's rampage was most likely caused by the young man leaning against the railing on the second floor.
My master was so contemptuous in his words. If I anger Yu Youwei, my life would be gone.
Unexpectedly, the hotel owner spoke.
"This gentleman is the current Right Deputy Seal Envoy of the Daolu Division, Mr. Li."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The entire restaurant fell silent for the third time.
The middle-aged swordsman looked like a dirty rag on the table, black and wrinkled, almost curled up into a ball.
He remembered what he had just said:
"If Li Qingcha is really a sixth-rank master, how could he allow the people from the Golden Lotus Temple to ride on his head and run wild?"
I want to slap myself.
Yu Youwei said to Li Qingcha: "You don't have to worry. I have never heard of this Xunzhou Jiange. It doesn't matter."
Everyone in the room was shocked.
The meaning of "it doesn't matter" is very clear, that is, it doesn't matter even if the people from Jiange present are killed.
Li Qingcha understood Yu Youwei's thoughts.
Yu Youwei obviously saw that Xiao Lang had insulted her several times and was aggressive, which might cause trouble in the future, so it was better to solve it on the spot.
Such decisiveness in killing is indeed the characteristic of the cultivators of the Human Sect.
Li Qingcha looked back at himself,
Emmm...
I feel like I am often constrained in many ways, and I don't seem like a serious monk.
I still owe too much debt of love~
Over there, the middle-aged swordsman seemed to have lost his ability to understand. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. However, his lips were dry and he had no idea what to say.
"!@#￥*%..."
The words came out of my mouth in garbled characters.
Yu Youwei snorted coldly.
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged swordsman shut up obediently.
Yu Youwei looked at Li Qingcha.
"Jian Ge, it's really nothing."
This time he simply mentioned the name of the other person's sect, as if he really wanted to put an end to it all.
Li Qingcha shook his head.
"Don't rush yet."
Yu Youwei sighed helplessly, thinking that her junior brother's husband was still the same, hesitant and cautious.
She jumped lightly to the second floor.
Subsequently,
click -
A soft sound,
That's the sound amplifier of the sword case.
Twelve flying swords flew out and hovered above the heads of the people in the Sword Pavilion.
Yu Youwei glanced at them.
"Don't leave."
Come to think of it, it is impossible to leave.
There is also a sixth-rank bodyguard hiding beside Li Qingcha.
After leaving those words behind, Yu Youwei and Li Qingcha entered the private room together, closed the door, and isolated themselves from the noise outside.
She lowered her voice and said, "You don't have to worry."
Li Qingcha certainly understood.
"The Lingyun clan is a big family with a great cause. I know there is no need to worry. However, during the three sects' discussion, you should keep a low profile. If you really spread rumors about the Sword Pavilion, things will not end well."
"They attacked civilians first, even if I..."
"I know~ I know~"
“They also scolded you.”
"I know~ I know~"
"(ˉ▽￣~) Cut~~"
Yu Youwei was unhappy and pouted.
Li Qingcha rubbed her cheeks, like rolling a ball.
“Sin shall not lead to death.”
Yu Youwei thought about it, but finally did not refute.
