Regarding Shen Qingfan, in the twelve years that Fang Jie lived with her, this woman seemed to have always had a dual personality. When she was quiet and cold, she was like a piece of ice that lasted ten thousand years, and a single look could freeze a person's heart. . And when she was coquettish, she was probably hotter than any prostitute in a brothel. But it all depends on how she's in the mood, and even more on who she's with.
It seems that only Xiao Fangjie has the luck to see Shen Qingfan's unknown side.
Maybe Shen Qingfan in front of Fang Jie is the real her, or maybe this is just a way she chooses to decompress herself. Showing off her voluptuous and charming side, she is so dissolute that it makes her lips dry, but this side has only been seen by Fang Xie, because... Fang Xie was always a child before.
After not seeing each other for three and a half years, Shen Qingfan realized that he had overlooked one thing.
Fang Jie is not young anymore. Although he is only fifteen years old according to his grade, he had already tied his hair when he was fifteen in Tai Sui, so he was considered an adult man. In Shen Qingfan's words, Fang Jie is another well-developed man. Fifteen years old, already half a head taller than her, with a tiger back and a monkey waist, his figure is enough to make any woman's heart beat. It just so happens that he also has a very clean and refreshing face, so he is the type that girls like.
In fact, the girls in Hongxiuzhao also like to chat and fight with Fang Jie when they have nothing to do. She would even reach into Fang Jie's clothes to touch his six-pack abs, completely ignoring the fact that there is always a murder weapon hidden not far below the abs.
When Shen Qingfan found out that Fang Jie was no longer a child, she was even a little annoyed by the coquettish words she had said naturally before.
So she became quiet.
Shen Qingfan, who was still, had a palpitating coldness everywhere.
But Fang Jie is not afraid of the cold Shen Qingfan, on the contrary he likes her more like this.
"So, Xiang Qingniu is really a Taoist with some background?"
Fang Jie murmured.
Shen Qingfan asked: "Who is Xiang Qingniu?"
"If I'm not mistaken..."
Fang Jie smiled and said: "That little fat man who looks so unreliable that people and gods are angry with each other is the guy you said to pass on the letter to Zhenren Xiao Feige. The leader of the Taoist sect who can work Qingle Mountain sent someone to support him. That fat man Is it true that as he himself said, he has an extremely high status in Daozong?"
He paused for a moment and said with emotion: "But why I still don't believe it..."
Shen Qing looked at Fang Jie carefully, and then couldn't help asking: "Can you tell me how you got here in the past three and a half years?"
"Care about me?"
Fang Jie asked.
Shen Qingfan frowned slightly, then said coldly: "I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now."
"Split personality."
Fang Jie muttered something, then shook his head and said, "Speaking of which, if you hadn't made the decision to leave at the beginning, I would never have had such a stable and stable life for three years. Entering Chang'an, the number one male city in the world, but I still think that Fangu is really a good place, if I can live my whole life in that small city, I would rather stay there."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly asked Shen Qingfan: "How many are left?"
Fang Jie's words jumped back and forth so much that Shen Qingfan couldn't react immediately. After a moment of silence, she finally understood what Fang Jie was asking, so she replied seriously, "All five are here."
"That's good."
Fang Jie let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair and said softly, "If someone dies again, I should really feel guilty."
"You don't have one now?"
Shen Qing fan asked.
Fang Jie smiled and replied seriously: "Not really."
This answer was somewhat unexpected by Shen Qingfan, so her face changed slightly. She always thought that Fang Jie was a cowardly, even shameful, and mediocre boy. Such a person would always appear sentimental, no matter male or female. It's surprising, even angry, that an emotional person doesn't feel any guilt about a group of people who have sacrificed to protect themselves for fifteen years.
"There is gratitude, but there is no guilt."
Fang Jie looked up at the roof of the teahouse and said word by word: "I know you will feel uncomfortable hearing me say that you don't feel guilty, and you may even want to kill me, right? But I really don't want to lie to you , nothing is nothing... Although I don't know why you gathered around me to protect me, or even who I am. But what I can be sure of is... none of you came to protect me out of any feelings , but because you have gained benefits."
He paused for a moment and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, it may hurt people to say this, but I think what I said should be the truth. You should know that protecting me is a very dangerous thing before you join the team. There is a possibility of losing your life, and the person who entrusted me to you must have made it very clear, otherwise you would have left because you couldn't stand the danger anytime and anywhere for so many years."
"You stay and continue to work hard. It must be that person who promised you a lot of benefits."
He asked: "What I'm more interested in is what promise did that person give you?"
Shen Qingfan's face turned ugly for a moment, and she gradually regained her composure after taking a few deep breaths. She looked into Fang Jie's eyes, and replied in a very flat tone: "It's not a promise, it's not a benefit, it's a threat." .”
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Shen Qingfan is a freak in practice, and he reached the eighth-rank realm in less than ten years. Such a person would be taken care of as a peerless treasure in any sect. And her senior sister, Mu Xiaoyao, is an extremely rare practitioner of the perceptual type, as well as a rare and endangered species.
For such two stunning female disciples to appear, their masters must be so powerful that it makes people awe-inspiring. Because of this, Fang Xie was curious about what kind of person and what kind of force could threaten the two of them, so much so that the teachers behind them did not dare to stop or refuse.
From Shen Qingfan's tone, Fang Jie could tell that she had deep scruples... even fear of that person.
There are really not many people or things in this world that can make eighth-rank masters fear.
"Maybe..."
Shen Qingfan looked into Fang Jie's eyes and said seriously: "It won't be long before he will take the initiative to come to you, because... you have ruined his plan."
"plan?"
Fang was puzzled.
"You are a trash who can't practice."
Shen Qingfan said.
Fang Jie frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "You don't need to remind me of this matter every half hour, I know better than anyone else."
Shen Qingfan supported his chin with both hands, as if recalling the past: "Actually, the time limit he gave us is to protect you for fifteen years, because after fifteen years he will find a way to bring you back to him. Although I don't know this What is the solution, but what is certain is that you will be controlled by him at the age of fifteen. And what is it about you that is worth such a great effort to protect by a person like him, I can't think of it."
"But he told us at the beginning that he will let you return to him after fifteen years. At that time, our mission will also end, and the threat he gave us will be lifted. Fifteen years have passed... he You didn't come to take you away, and you didn't take the initiative to go back, which only shows that you ruined his plan."
Shen Qingfan was silent for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly and said: "This is also what I admire about Senior Sister and Big Dog. After your fifteenth birthday, according to the agreement, your life and death will have nothing to do with them. After that day, even if you die in front of the two of them, they will not be punished. But the two of them have not left you, and have been following you to protect you. I am afraid that this has nothing to do with the so-called mission. It matters."
Hearing these words, Fang Jie's heart was suddenly filled with emotion and sorrow.
Guilt and warmth.
The former is the feeling he just said he would not have. Since arriving in this era, Fang Xie has always looked at people and things with a cold-eyed attitude, forcing himself not to have any real feelings of dependence on anyone. And until this moment, after Shen Qingfan said these words, he couldn't help asking himself if he switched positions, would he be like Dagou and Mu Xiaoyao, or would he never leave him
meeting!
This is an answer that can be reached without hesitation at all.
"It doesn't feel good."
He suddenly said something, a little helpless.
"What?"
Shen Qing fan asked.
Fang Jie rubbed his increasingly frowning brows and sighed: "This will make me feel that I am concerned about death and have regrets. With such feelings, I am afraid that I will become more and more stupid."
He asked Shen Qingfan: "Why are you telling me this, haven't you always looked down on Dagou and Mu Xiaoyao?"
"Looking down is looking down on."
Shen Qing stood up and said in a calm tone: "Facts are facts. People who belittle others in terms of language and thought because they look down on others are the most despised."
"If you had to, you'd kill them but still not insult them, would you?"
Fang asked.
Shen Qingfan didn't answer, and turned around to leave. Just when she walked to the gate of the teahouse, she suddenly did something that made Fang Jie blush.
She stopped at the door, and suddenly the other party with a very sweet voice and a very charming expression explained: "It's agreed...you will come to accompany me tonight, and I'm ready to let you adapt to me. The spring night is short, and the decals on the mirror , waiting by the window...don't make me anxious."
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After Shen Qingfan left, Fang Jie didn't get up, he was still sitting by the window of the tea house, watching the big dog arguing with an old dog seller on the street, and watching the handsome dog in a hot red dress standing by the side of the road waiting for him. My own Mu Xiaoyao. Thinking of what Shen Qingfan said before, his heart was really warm.
Also very puzzled.
Fifteen years is a time limit.
What kind of deadline
He carefully tried to find some clues from his fifteen years of life. There was no need or reason for Shen Qingshan to lie to him. Since she said these things, they must exist. So Fang Jie tried to find some useful things by relying on his memories, but after collecting one picture after another in his mind, he didn't find any noteworthy fragments.
fifteen years.
Those who protect themselves.
Own weird escape career.
A mysterious and terrifying manipulator behind the scenes.
Why
After these questions came together, Fang Jie's mind became more and more chaotic. He forced himself not to think about it, and found the most fundamental reason. And at this moment, his mind suddenly lit up, as if he had found a direction.
"I don't know what you have that deserves his trouble."
Shen Qingfan's words seem to be the direction to look for.
"Yeah... I'm such a waste of practice, what is it that is worth your troubles? I am trying to control me at the beginning of my second life... What are you planning to do? And what do you want from me? "
This is not something that can be understood immediately after careful thought, so Fang Jie does not intend to waste time in the teahouse. He got up and left, and went to the street to find Mu Xiaoyao and Da Quan.
But at this moment, watching the big dog arguing with the old dog seller, he suddenly discovered another thing. Curiosity about this matter made him temporarily forget his troubles.
"How about this!"
The old dog seller looked at the big dog and said seriously: "If you can tell the origin of this plate, I will not only return your silver to you, but also give you this plate."
Big Dog smiled contemptuously and replied almost without thinking: "Yes..."
The moment he almost blurted out, he stopped suddenly, and there was a flash of vigilance in his eyes: "I don't know, the money counts as the cost of my sending you to buy the coffin, I don't want it anymore."
When he held the wooden box containing four puppies and looked at Fang Xie, his expression had returned to calm, and he could no longer see anything unusual. As he walked, he said to the other party with a smile: "Shall we wait for these puppies to grow up before eating them, or eat them tonight?"
Fang Jie ignored it, went directly to take the wooden box and put it in front of the old man, picked up the dirty spy and looked at it carefully in front of the old man, then said slowly: "Ah... ah... Crack... clack."
The old man subconsciously looked at the ground and reached out his hand to catch the plate, but saw Fang Jie breaking the plate in half with a click.
"you!"
The old man pointed at Fang Xie angrily and didn't know what to say.
Fang Jie smiled and said, "What, are you angry? You can let the dog bite me."
After saying this, he turned his head and left, and suddenly lowered his voice when he passed the big dog, "Why do I suddenly feel that... you have more stories than me?"