These people are quite efficient.
Immediately send someone to invite Ji Qinglin.
…
But two sticks of incense time.
A familiar red figure came into Fu Yue's eyes.
The red-clothed swordsman came under the moonlight, with black hair and a long sword, and his eyebrows and eyes were free and easy.
Seeing Ji Qinglin, everyone stood up and cupped their hands towards him.
"Ji Shaoxia is here, please, please!"
"Ji Shaoxia!"
"Ji Shaoxia!"
…
All of them had flattery and flattery on their faces, that's right, which sect wouldn't want to win over such a young and powerful young talent
The red-clothed swordsman nodded in return.
He lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down on the seat, opened his lips and asked: "Everyone, why do you want to discuss this time when Ji is invited here?"
Everyone chattered to Ji Qinglin, and finally the old leader interrupted them, telling the purpose and general process of the operation.
Ji Qinglin finished listening.
He put one hand on the table, tapped slowly with his long fingers, and lowered his eyelashes slightly, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter, and the corners of his cherry red lips curved slightly in a sarcastic arc.
"Punish Qi Chen?"
The other party nodded: "Yes. Qi Chen is cunning and powerful. We all need Ji Shaoxia's help after much deliberation. The possibility of success in this crusade is higher."
The smile on the corner of Ji Qinglin's mouth was a little weird, but no one noticed.
There was a moment of silence.
The red-clothed swordsman opened his lips indifferently and said, "If there is anything Ji can do, he must do it and go all out."
Seeing Ji Qinglin's foolish look, Fu Yue who was staying on the roof almost laughed out loud.
Although she stopped laughing in time, her breathing was obviously disturbed by two points.
Then, unfortunately, Ji Qinglin found out.
The handsome swordsman in red raised his eyes, looked towards the direction of the roof, and slightly frowned his long and narrow eyebrows.
Hold the teacup on the table with long fingers.
Flick in the direction of Fu Yue.
"come out."
Hearing Ji Qinglin's words, everyone stood up and drew their swords. They couldn't help being shocked, and then they became angry. None of them found out that someone was eavesdropping.
"Who? Come out!"
"He Fangxiao is young, hurry up and show up!"
Seeing the teacup smashed towards her face, Fu Yue stepped back, but the power contained in this blow was not small, the teacup was broken, and the fragments slashed across Fu Yue's face, scratching his face. A tiny streak of blood.
Everyone raised their swords and rushed out.
Fu Yue's eyes sank, and she flew away, but unexpectedly, a flash of sword light suddenly flashed behind her, and someone came from the room through the air, holding a three-foot green blade.
The figure in red is as gorgeous as a picture.
The sword in his hand was aimed straight at Fu Yue's neck.
See the person in front of you clearly.
The figure is slightly thinner, with a black cloak on his body, only revealing his fair and delicate chin, and the visitor is wearing a snow-white robe, with a sword and a green jasper pinned to his waist.
Ji Qinglin's pupils shrank slightly.
Who is this person... Obviously no one knows better than him.
My beloved lover.
The woman who abandoned him like a shoe.
Ji Qinglin looked at Fu Yue, but did not put down the sword in his hand, "What are you doing here?"
Fu Yue shrugged, and the smile on his face gradually dissipated.
"As you can see."
"Listen to the news."
The swordsman in red moved his lips and repeated Fu Yue's words.
"Listen to the news?"