Chapter 830 Jianghu(28)

Yu Yan clicked his tongue, "Even Ji Qinglin is not your cup of tea. Gu Youning, you have high standards!"

Yu Yan flipped through the small book in his hand and asked casually: "Then what do you like? I'll give you a choice? Ning Qing, the young city lord of Sifang City, is said to be a handsome young man as gentle as jade. There is also the Xiaoyao sect. The eldest disciple Feng Jianli is not bad...there are all kinds of them, I guarantee you are satisfied~"

Saying this is like picking cabbage.

Fu Yue: "It's beautiful."

Her true nature as a pretty girl was exposed in every minute.

Yu Yan smiled and said, "Sister, I also like good-looking ones hehehe~"

Fu Yue disliked her a little.

Yu Yan: "Actually, I came to you two yesterday just because I saw Ji Qinglin's face. Unfortunately, it's so uncharacteristic and boring!"

Yu Yan clicked his tongue twice.

There was no concealment of his dislike for Ji Qinglin in his words.

She flipped through the small notebook in her hand and muttered: "You want something good-looking. To be honest, I don't have anything better-looking than Ji Qinglin for the time being... Wait, don't tell me, I really want to find one." !”

Yu Yan slapped his thigh, which startled Fu Yue.

Fu Yue didn't know how many times she had disliked Yu Yan.

Yu Yan pointed at a name on the notebook, leaned in front of Fu Yue, and said excitedly: "This person!"

Fu Yue lowered her eyes and took a closer look.

At first glance, she rubbed her eyes and thought she had seen it wrong.

Second glance, third glance.

Those two words were motionless.

"..."

In the small notebook, the writing is clearly written in black and white.

Those two words.

Qi Chen.

That's right, it's the insane Demon Cult leader Qi Chen.

Yu Yan thought that Fu Yue didn't know Qi Chen very well, so he started to whisper, "Although this Qi Chen always wears a mask, but just looking at his chin, tsk, that curvature... you know that this person is definitely not bad looking. ! It is said that someone has seen his true appearance, and he is even more beautiful than a woman!"

Yu Yan smiled a little devilishly.

Fu Yue: "..."

She pushed the small notebook in Yu Yan's hand and waved her hand: "Take it away, put it away. I don't want to see this name. If you wave it in front of me again, I will tear it up!"

Metaphor: "?"

She hurriedly put the small notebook in her arms.

Just kidding, this is her lifeblood!

"Why? Qi Chen has a grudge against you?"

Fu Yue sneered: "More than that, I am in this situation because of his gift. Do you think I have any grudge against him?"

Metaphor: "...there is."

Looking at Fu Yue's face, Yu Yan asked cautiously: "You don't want to take revenge on him, do you?"

Fu Yue said nothing.

But her tight red lips and cold face had already made her attitude clear.

Yu Yan felt that she needed to persuade Gu Youning.

"Well, forget it if it's someone else. Sister, I will support you in revenge through fire and water, but this Qi Chen..."

Yu Yu paused, then she put her arms around Fu Yue's shoulders and said earnestly: "Listen to my sister, life is important."

Fu Yue said nothing, but it was obvious that he was unwilling.

"Stubborn."

A pleasant voice came from the side.

Yu Yan nodded hurriedly, hating that iron cannot be made into steel and said: "That's right, stubborn and ineffective..."

Seems to realize something.

Yu Yan was like a duck being strangled by the neck. She slowly turned her head in the direction of the sound.

This was clearly a male voice.

Fuck, who? !

Fu Yue's face also sank. She tightened the dagger in her hand, quickly pulled Yu Yan behind her, and looked at the person.

What meets the eye.

The man was dressed in red and was stunningly beautiful. He stood with his hands behind his back. He stood not far away with his tall and erect figure. His satin-like black hair hung down behind him. The breeze blew through the ends of his hair, creating a slight arc. This man wore a hat on his face. The silver mask symbolizes his identity.

Qi Chen.

The temperature in Fu Yue's eyes suddenly turned cold, the fingertips holding the dagger turned white, and there was a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

Metaphor: "..."

Her legs were a little weak.

He reached out and poked Fu Yue, and asked tremblingly: "Am I blind?"

Fu Yue: "...you are blind."

It is said that one wants to cry but has no tears.

She really wanted to pass over directly!

Qi Chen looked at Fu Yue, and in a flash he was beside her. There was that familiar cold aroma on his body, which was intoxicating with a hint of snow.

He reached out to hold her hand holding the dagger and smiled mockingly, "What? You want to kill me?"

Good night