Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 70 070: Killing the Lord 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

   This time it was Chu Yao's turn to laugh out loud.

  While fanning the cattail fan to dispel the heat, he laughed wantonly: "Qi Yuanliang, you actually let a child of eleven or twelve make a fool of yourself?"

  Qi Shan glared at Chu Yao unhappily, with threats in his eyes, but it was a pity that he was not afraid of him at all, and just watched his jokes.

   "Mr. Shen, who did you meet outside?"

  The deterrent effect of eyes is not good, so Qishan decisively changes the subject.

  Shen Tang said: "A person surnamed Gu."

  Qi Shan waited for her to describe in detail, but ended up waiting for a sentence of nonsense.

  By the way, this Chu Yao also made trouble, and sang along with Mr. Shen Xiaolang: "The surname is Gu, is it a man or a woman?"

  Shen Tang heard the string song and knew the elegance, and immediately cooperated with the ridicule.

   "Ah, my old friend can still be a man?"

Chu Yao teased: "Well, it's hard to say. Elephant aunt houses like Yuehualou can have a prosperous business and a lot of money for many years. It can be seen that this trend is still very prosperous at the moment. In order to pray for Yuanliang's youth Merry and famous, what if..."

  Shen Tang clicked his tongue: "He is really a man."

  Chu Yao ignored Qishan's expression of wanting to put the half-woven bamboo strips upside down on his head, and continued to die: "What does that man look like?"

  Qi Shan interrupted the double reed of the master and servant.

  He said firmly: "There is no chance!"

  The two of Shen Tang did not dare to tease too much, lest they really **** people off. Chu Yao continued to shake the cattail fan, urging the little chubby Duner to continue practicing, but his ears grew secretly, and most of his attention was on Shen Tang and Qi Shan. Qi Shan said: "Speaking of which, who is it?"

  Shen Tang: "I really don't know his name."

  Qi Shan was angry and laughed, teeth itching: "I don't know the name or taboo, I only know the surname, how can I just say it's my 'old friend'?"

"It's that gentleman from Yuehua Building, the scribe who hid Gong Cheng together with the boy. He said he knew your 'way of scribes', and there was a sense of alienation inside and outside the words. If it's not your old friend, it's your enemy. Opponent, otherwise how could I understand so clearly? Well, I was also wrong, I misused the word old friend."

  Qi Shan's complexion suddenly changed.

   "My 'Way of the Scholar'?"

"I think this guy is really uneasy and kind. He still has the blame in my hands, and he dares to sow discord. His original words are like this—" Shen Tang imitated Mr. Gu's tone, winking his eyebrows deliberately, and even imitating some small expressions Lifelike, "I fell in love with Shen Lang at first sight, I was worried about you and said that. If you don't believe me, Shen Lang might as well go back and ask Qi Yuanliang about the way of literati."

  The expression of praying for goodness became very intriguing.

  Uncharacteristically, there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and he asked: "Does Mr. Shen Xiaolang also want to know the way of scribes?"

Shen Tang said truthfully: "It's a little curious to ask myself, but the answer is not important, the process of revealing the secret is what I want. If you directly put the answer in front of me, it will be less fun. Well, it shouldn't be anything mind reading?"

  Qi Shan asked back: "That guy's scribe's way is to read minds?"

  Shen Tang: "..."

  Pray for goodness: "My scribe's way is not to read minds."

  Shen Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

  Qi Shan's gaze became subtle: "You seem very lucky?"

  Shen Tang subconsciously said: "Naturally I am lucky, otherwise I..."

   "Otherwise, how you arrange it in your heart won't reveal me? You want to say this?" Qishan felt his fist was about to harden.

  Shen Tang: "..."

  She was silently saying something, Qishan narrowed her eyes slightly, and took in her expression: "You really arranged it."

   These words are in the firm tone of a declarative sentence.

  Shen Tang: "..."

  |ω｀) No, no, I am wronged!

  The gag is over, but the topic still needs to get back on track.

"My way of literati is indeed dreadful, and it is even worse than 'mind reading'. If Mr. Shen Xiaolang is afraid, please don't 'collaborate' with people like me." Praying for goodness no longer "intimidates" Shen Tang, but his expression was somewhat gloomy.

  Shen Tang didn't speak.

  The atmosphere was so heavy that it was hot and uncomfortable.

  Chu Yao waved his cattail fan.

  The air was quiet, and praying that the fingers weaving bamboo strips revealed the owner's emotions, subconsciously exerting force so hard that the knuckles turned white.

  Shen Tang frowned and pondered: "So serious?"

   These words not only did not ease the atmosphere, but pushed the atmosphere to another dignified peak, even Chu Yao was worried.

"I really don't know much about the way of scribes. The only thing I got is from Mr. Wuhui." Shen Tang didn't quite understand why praying for good was so serious, and his face was inexplicable, "It takes more time to make friends. Consider the other party's scribes? You people have a high threshold for making friends..."

   Didn’t it mean that the Way of the Scholar is a hole card that can exert miraculous effects at critical moments, and it will not be revealed to outsiders under normal circumstances?

  Qi Shan asked back: "What if it's not just about making friends?"

  Shen Tang was completely perplexed by this question.

  Suddenly, something came to her mind.

   "You—could you—"

  Shen Tang seemed to have suffered a huge blow.

  Holding his chest with one hand, and supporting the wooden floor of the corridor with the other hand, he backed away quickly, with an expression of "don't come here". Under the suspicious eyes of the two of Qishan, she loudly questioned Qishan: "Qi Yuanliang, I want to befriend you, and you want to register with me?"

  Chu Yao: "..."

  Pray for goodness: "..."

   Finally couldn't bear it any longer, put the half-woven bamboo strips on Shen Tang's head, and gritted his teeth: "If you can't speak human words, don't open your mouth!"

  Shen Tang: "..."

  Qishan strode back to the room, but she was still out of shape. In addition to begging for help or getting a registered permanent residence, can they develop other relationships? This relationship does not have to know the way of the other party's scribes?

  Shen Tang took down the bamboo strips and widened his eyes.

   "It's really unpleasant to talk halfway."

  Chu Yao said: "Some words can only be understood but not expressed in words."

  Shen Tang curled his lips: "I think Shen Tang is smart and intelligent, but it's too embarrassing for me to understand half of what I say..."

   This is a "guiding NPC" with its own opinion.

  Shen Tang turned to Chu Yao for advice again: "Mr. Wuhui knows what he wants to 'understand', how about—disclose?"

  Chu Yao seemed to be speaking to Shen Tang, but also seemed to be muttering to himself: "Now is not the time, and I will know when the time is right."

  Shen Tang was at a loss.

  Her expression now must be the same as the black question mark face!

Because she was worried, she could only follow up with the bamboo strips in her arms, babbling non-stop to the closed door: "Yuanliang? Since the way of a scribe is related to one's own character or certain characteristics, what is there to be afraid of? Although you and I have known each other for a short time, I believe you are a good person."

  As long as it's not mind reading.

  What is the difference between this and "forbidden speech" in terms of chattering?

   There was no response from the room, and Shen Tang yelled several times.

  Finally, the wooden door of the room was pulled open from the inside.

  Qi Shan took the time to look at Shen Tang with an innocent expression, put his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the door, and asked her playfully, "What if my scribe's way is to 'kill the lord'?"

  Shen Tang: "???"

   Kill the master? ? ?

   Fuck, there is still this kind of scribes.

   I thought about the scribe’s way of praying for bad luck for a long time, with many options, and finally decided on this.

   Kill the master.

  (end of this chapter)