1697: C1697 Appreciate

C1697 Appreciate

Late at night in Haiye Island, along the beach.

Diwu Qinglan silently looked at the sea under the night sky, letting the sea breeze blow her bangs.

Silver-Brush Painter seemed to be asleep. He stood behind Diwu Qinglan like a pen stick.

"Ever since I was young, the education I received was the most important thing in the family.

The elders in my family have instilled a concept into me over and over again: The rise of the family must be accompanied by a large amount of killing and bloodshed.

The pity for my family is the cruelty to the branch family!

But... "

Diwu Qinglan looked conflicted. She did not know whether she was talking to Hai, Feng, or Silver-Brush Painter behind her.

"But when I saw the fifth Qing Mu, I realized that my family was not as scary as the family described.

When I saw the descendants of the clan guards, I couldn't help but reflect. "Was it really right for us to betray the main family back then?

Who should pay for the tragic fate of the descendants of the guards? "

Diwu Qinglan turned to look at Silver-Brush Painter and laughed at herself. "Master Silver Brush," she said. "Am I weak?

I know this is Ye Hong's trick to soften my heart, but I am willing to fall into his trap."

Silver-Brush Painter opened his eyes and smiled as he stroked his beard. "This is not a trick.

"Since you are willing to fall for it, it is an open scheme.

I have to say, this kid has great courage and wisdom.

No wonder he was able to stand out in this era where the stars were shining! "

Diwu Qinglan turned white. She looked at Silver-Brush Painter." Teacher, why do I feel like you admire this bastard?

I am the one you taught me!"

"I appreciate him. He doesn't belong to any faction." Silver-Brush Painter smiled.

Diwu Qinglan lowered her head dejectedly and muttered, "Teacher, what should I do now?"

"Don't ask me." Silver-Brush Painter acted as if it had nothing to do with him. "Although I am your teacher and guard, But now I'm no different from an ordinary old man."

"Teacher, you're almost there!" Diwu Qinglan rolled her eyes at Silver-Brush Painter again. "Who doesn't know that you used to be a think tank for some big shot back then?"

Silver-Brush Painter felt uncomfortable being looked at by Diwu Qinglan's disdainful gaze and finally could not help but give Diwu Qinglan a few pointers.

"When you don't know what to do, remember two words: First Heart."

"First Heart? "

Diwu Qinglan used her finger to slowly write these two words on the beach under her feet, but she still could not get the answer she wanted.

"Forget it, forget it. There is no use thinking so much now. It is better to survive from that bastard's hands first!"

Diwu Qinglan angrily kicked the sand and said to Silver-Brush Painter, "Teacher, are you hungry? Let's go find something to eat."

Silver-Brush Painter did not say anything and just ran towards the base without looking back.

Diwu Qinglan was stunned for a few seconds before she shouted at Silver-Brush Painter's back. "You old bastard, don't fight with me for food!"2

The two of them returned to the base but did not know where to find food.

At this moment, they smelled the aroma of pastries that made their fingers move.

The two of them had been starved by Ye Hong for an entire day. Now that they smelled the sweet smell, it was as if thunder had struck in their stomachs.

The two pairs of hungry green eyes immediately located the source of the fragrance - a room by the side of the martial arena.

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