Haiye Island late at night, beach by the sea.
Fifth Qinglan silently looked at the sea under the night sky, letting the sea breeze blow her bangs.
The silver-pen painter seemed to be asleep, standing behind Fifth Qinglan like a penholder.
“Growing up, I have been taught that family comes first.
The elders in my family have instilled in me a concept over and over again: the rise of a family will inevitably be accompanied by a lot of killing and bloodshed.
Compassion for one's own family is cruelty to one's subordinates!
But"
Fifth Qinglan's face was tangled, and she didn't know whether she was talking to the sea or the wind, or whether she was confiding to the silver-pen painter behind her.
"But when I met Wu Qingmu, I realized that our family is not as scary as described in the family.
When I saw the descendants of those clan guards, I couldn't help but reflect: Was it really right for us to betray our clan back then
Who should pay for the tragic experiences of these descendants of clan guards? "
Fifth Qinglan turned to look at the Yinbi painter and laughed at herself: "Teacher Yinbi, am I very cowardly
I knew that this was Ye Hong's trick to soften my heart, but I willingly fell into his scheme. "
The silver-pen painter opened his eyes, stroked his beard and smiled: "This is not a trick.
Since it can make you willing to fall into the trap, it is an aboveboard conspiracy.
I have to say that this guy has great courage and great wisdom.
No wonder it can stand out in this era of shining stars! "
Fifth Qinglan rolled her eyes at the silver-pen painter: "Teacher, why do I feel like you admire this bastard
I am the student you taught with your own hands! "
"Appreciation has no distinction between camps." The silver-ink painter continued to smile.
Fifth Qinglan lowered her head in despair and murmured: "Teacher, what should I do now?"
"Don't ask me." The silver-ink artist said as if it had nothing to do with him. "Although I am your teacher and bodyguard, I am no different from an ordinary old man now."
"Teacher, you've almost got it!" Fifth Qinglan rolled her eyes at the silver-pen painter again, "Who doesn't know that you were a think tank for a certain big shot back then!"
The silver-pen painter felt uncomfortable for a while under the disdainful look of Fifth Qinglan, and finally couldn't help but give Fifth Qinglan a pointer.
"When you don't know what to do, remember two words: original intention."
"Is it your original intention?"
Fifth Qinglan slowly wrote these two words on the beach at her feet with her fingers, but she still couldn't get the answer she wanted.
"Forget it, it's useless to think so much now, let's survive from that bastard first!"
Fifth Qinglan kicked the sand angrily and said to the silver-pen painter: "Teacher, are you hungry? Let's go find something to eat?"
The silver pen painter didn't say anything, he just ran towards the base without looking back.
Fifth Qinglan was stunned for several seconds before shouting at the back of the silver-pen painter: "You disrespectful old bastard, don't steal food from me!"
The two returned to the base, but they didn't know where to find food for a while.
At this moment, they smelled a burst of pastry aroma that made their index fingers tickle.
The two of them had been starved by Ye Hong all day long, but now they smelled this sweet smell, as if their whole stomachs were thundering.
Two pairs of hungry green eyes directly located the source of the scent - a room next to the martial arts field.
(End of chapter)