"From the day I left Xichu, I never thought there would be any good results."
To his surprise, Chu Shaoyang responded to him lightly.
What does this mean
Young Master Qianmian suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in Chu Shaoyang's words, but he did not want to bother guessing Chu Shaoyang's psychology.
What else could a murderer have on his mind
He strode with a cold face, came to the door of a wing, and pushed it open.
There was no one in the room, the mattress on the embroidered soft couch was neatly spread, and it didn't look like anyone had slept on it, but the furniture in the room was spotless.
Young Master Qianmian walked directly in, lay down on the bed, and then looked at Chu Shaoyang.
"The mechanism is on the bed, do you dare to come up?"
Chu Shaoyang curled his lips slightly, stepped closer, climbed onto the bed, and lay next to Young Master Qianmian.
The two grown men were lying side by side. This scene looked extremely strange. Young Master Qianmian's heart was turbulent and he wanted to vomit.
Chu Shaoyang's body exuded a strong smell of blood, and the smell was really unpleasant.
Young Master Qianmian never thought that one day he would hate the smell of blood.
He turned his body in disgust, not wanting to touch a corner of Chu Shaoyang's clothes.
Mr. Qianmian put his hand on the pillar at the head of the bed, twisted it three times to the left, and then three times to the right.
With a "click" sound, the bed board suddenly flipped up, and the two people fell immediately.
This change was sudden, but Chu Shaoyang didn't panic at all. He raised his hand and grabbed the belt of Young Master Qianmian, and lifted him in his hand. At the same time, he took a breath and ran it in his dantian, and fell to the ground lightly.
But here is a secret room, with an oil lamp lit inside, and there is still no one in the secret room.
Chu Shaoyang lowered the Thousand-faced Young Master to the ground.
Without saying a word, Young Master Qianmian walked to the south wall, squatted down, and knocked three times on the corner of the wall, and then knocked twice more. Knocked three times in total.
Suddenly a door opened silently on the wall, and at the same time a surprising voice rang:
"Young Master, it's really you! I finally found you!"
A figure jumped out from the door, with surprise on his face, but in the blink of an eye, his smile froze on his face, and he stared blankly at Chu Shaoyang behind the Thousand-faced Young Master.
"He...who is he? Young Master, you...you brought an outsider here?"
The man murmured in disbelief.
Young Master Qianmian did not turn around and looked at the visitor: "Second senior brother, how is the master of the pavilion?"
This time he sneaked into South Vietnam to avenge Shen Ning. He had lost contact with Zixiao Pavilion for a long time. Thinking of his father's upbringing and education, he felt ashamed and apologetic.
"Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master, everything is fine with him. He is just worried about you, Young Master. He sent many brothers out to inquire about your whereabouts, Young Master. Young Master, where have you been during this time? You asked me to go back and report to the Pavilion Master. Report the news, but when I rushed back to the Valley of Miracle Doctors, I could no longer find you. I followed the signal you left and found this place, but once I entered the city, it was like I was lost in the sea, and I never heard from you again. Little news. Young Master, are you...are you okay?"
The second senior brother was surprised and happy, and walked around the Thousand-faced Young Master, looking back and forth.
Young Master Qianmian said "Yeah": "Everything else is good, but my skills are gone."