3863: I can't carry such a huge blame.

I can't carry such a huge blame.

"Do you think you can't feel it just because you can 't? If I say there is, then there is!" Ou Yulu thought for a long time before she figured out how to be gentle and considerate. However, Ling Zhongxiao didn't appreciate it at all. He suddenly revealed his original appearance, put his hands on his waist, and roared.1

Ling Zhongxiao was shocked and looked at ou Yulu in a daze.

"Brother ... Brother Ling, I didn't mean it. You're really so tired that you're sweating. Let me help you wipe it." Ou Yulu immediately realized that she wasn't being gentle and considerate. She immediately lowered her head and pretended to be a daughter from a humble family as she spoke to Ling Zhongxiao affectionately.

"I'm not sweating, I'm really not. " Ling Zhongxiao's forehead was actually already covered in sweat. However, it wasn't because he was tired, but because he was in cold sweat.

"Yes, let me help you wipe it." Ou Yulu looked at Ling Zhongxiao pitifully.

"No, it's really not necessary. I can do it myself." Ling Zhongxiao laughed so hard that his mouth was trembling. What was wrong with this little aunt? she didn't have to be so scary.

"Big brother Ling ..." Seeing Ling Zhongxiao's frightened look, tears welled up in ou Yulu's eyes, and she almost cried out loud.

"Hahahaha, Yulu, I just realized how fun you are. You actually believe everything I say. I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter." LAN Xinyu could not hold it in any longer. She stood on her flying sword and laughed so hard that she was swaying from side to side. If it was not for the fact that her strength had increased by a large margin, she would probably have fallen straight down.

Uncle Ling and the others had long noticed ou Yulu's actions and Ling Zhongxiao's reaction. At this time, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It was only then that ou Yulu realized that she had been played by LAN Xinyu. She glared at Ling Zhongxiao fiercely and hid behind Jing Ziyu with a red face.

A warm smile also appeared on Ling Chuxi's face. Seeing the happy and resentful Ling Zhongxiao and ou Yulu, she couldn't help but think of her relatives from the Ling family in Shi qu town in southern Xia. She also looked forward to the return of the other Ling family.

At this moment, Ling Chuxi did not know that a huge crisis was waiting for her in front.

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In the misty clouds, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, and Qin shaozhong stood behind him respectfully.

"This is the place." The old man said indifferently.

"Yes, uncle Liang," In front of this old man, Qin shaozhong had completely put away the airs of a noble family's disciple. He was really as respectful and humble as he could be. He didn't even dare to say a word.

"When Ling Chuxi appears later, you don't have to be so respectful to me. Remember, I am an elder of your Qin family. I am only here to stand up for your Qin family, so you can do whatever you like on normal days." Uncle Liang's voice was not loud, but it had an irresistible Majesty.

"Yes, this junior understands." Qin shaozhong straightened his back slightly.

However, his eyes were rolling around. Jing Ziqiu had also reminded Qin shaozhong of similar words. Now that the old man had reminded him again, Qin shaozhong had to think about it.

Could it be that Ling Chuxi had some other background besides her identity as a disciple of the ethereal sect? that was why Jing Ziqiu was afraid of getting into trouble and pushed all the blame on him.

Qin shaozhong felt a bit of a headache. If this matter was exposed, even Jing Ziqiu couldn't take the blame. How could his Qin family, a mere fourth-rank family, take the blame? However, it was too late for him to regret now.

"You don't have to think too much about it. With this old man's methods, that Ling Chuxi will definitely die. There will definitely be no traces left behind and she will not bring you any trouble." Although his back was facing Qin shaozhong, the old man could sense Qin shaozhong's uneasiness from his uneven heartbeat.

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