The next morning.

Zhao Qingchan got up from the bed with anger.

He ran two small circles last night, and he was always thinking about the "relics" in his mind, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Brother Chan scratched his hair and suddenly glanced at the bronze mirror.

"Hiss, I've become handsome again!" Zhao Qingchan washed her face happily, and used a disguise method to give herself a speed that ordinary people could unimaginable.

Um.

Xu Changqing's appearance is a little worse than his original body, but he also has a different kind of handsomeness.

If the original body is as handsome as a god, Xu clone is the top handsome man.

Then he tossed with his long hair that was almost waist-length, and then he put on the expensive silk robe and left the bedroom.

no way.

Compared with those players who stay up late to liver quests and move bricks.

His life is so simple, low-key, and boring.

But this is just at home, otherwise he wouldn't bother to remove his disguise method, and it would be more normal not to wash his face for a few days.

Next.

Zhao Qingchan just walked into the side hall.

The maid's voice also followed: "Young Master is here, serve the food."

The next moment.

Many maids with quick hands and feet brought breakfast to the table.

Zhao Qingchan took the tea handed over by Xiao Huan and took a sip.

Gulugulu.

After sucking the tea in the mouth for a few times, it was spit into the bucket beside it.

He disliked him and was too lazy to use a toothbrush made of pig's hair.

Also, after he had the posture of an exiled immortal, his teeth never turned yellow.

Zhao Qingchan glanced roughly at the breakfast on the table, including eight-treasure porridge, shredded mustard greens, crab dumplings, pheasant melons, and pine nuts and goose oil rolls.

He nodded with relief and asked someone to hand over the letter and information he had just arrived, and read while eating.

"Well, it tastes good!"

"This crab dumpling tastes good. Which chef makes it, I will give him two taels of silver." Zhao Qingchan took a bite and couldn't help but nod.

Xiao Huan took out the silver from his arms and handed it to others, asking him to give it to him, while he watched his son eat obediently.

I have to say.

Whether it is day or night.

Well, I think the most at night.

Xiao Huan believes that as long as she is in Xu Mansion, no matter what she does, it is enough to let her watch the young master every day...

As for this idea, it is also the life goal of all the maids in the Xu family.

Zhao Qingchan's life seems to be luxurious, but he never wastes it. There is a lot of food, but it just satisfies the appetite of a martial artist like him.

enjoy?

The enjoyment of restraint and self-control is the greatest responsibility to oneself.

Otherwise, he would have made so much money, but he would still hide in the mountains and forests like "cultivating immortals". Is he sick?

If you don’t have self-control, you will say that you don’t have self-control. You can do so many useless things.

One stick of incense.

Zhao Qingchan took the breakfast and threw the letters and information into a brazier that burned paper, and then walked out of the Xu Mansion.

He looked at the endless West Lake, stretched his waist and took a few deep breaths of fresh air.

at the same time.

Some players who come here with their names are also secretly watching them.

But, Zhao Shaoxia completely ignored this. He had long been used to it, and was just thinking about how he should go to Shaolin Temple in Songshan.

Because of the information he saw this morning, the monk had been killed.

His body was just taken out of West Lake and fell into the water near the Shaolin office.

According to the injuries examined by the coroner.

This person had three broken ribs, his left leg was broken with a stick, there were deep scratches on his chest, and even pricks on his sword. Other scars were dense, and he obviously suffered a lot of torture.

Unfortunately, the monk had no water in his lungs, so he died first and then was thrown into the lake.

In addition, the Shaolin Office in Yuhang Town also sent people to come and repeatedly instructed the escort agency to send the relics to Shaolin.

It seems so.

This raft is extremely dangerous.

Zhao Qingchan touched his chin.

It is very safe near Xu Mansion. This is his base camp, two-rank first-rank first-rank first, ten-rank second-rank second-rank, three-rank first-rank one and a lot of them, as well as various hidden weapons and mechanisms.

If a innate master wants to seize treasures, he must consider his own abilities.

But it's not that simple on the road.

After half an hour of thinking, he decided to take the escort in person.

There are only two people on this trip.

He and Tan Shaoyun.

Lu Chengfeng's shooting skills are good, but he has not reached the state of combining yin and yang. His gun is too strong and open and close, and it is not suitable for fighting with a small number of people.

After all, judging from the injuries of the monk's corpse, the enemy is good at "sword technique" and "hand skills", and seems to have the ability to chase and assassinate.

Tan Shaoyun, who is already good at single-handed fights and has made a lot of progress in his hands, obviously has an advantage.

Then.

He glanced at the many players surrounding him and chuckled: "If you guys want to join the Changqing Escort Agency, please go to the mansion. Someone is responsible for this matter."

"Brother Xu, don't leave, don't leave, I'll ask something." A female player who looked very cute rushed up and grabbed his sleeve tightly.

Zhao Qingchan turned his head helplessly and saw a female player named Feng Lingling handing over a piece of paper, and looked at him with Kazilan's big eyes: "Brother Xu~, I was yours yesterday."

"Hmm?" Brother Chan was stunned. I slept alone yesterday, so don't talk nonsense.

"Oh, I joined the Changqing Escort Agency yesterday, but I am learning to write and study now. Can you help me see what is written on this paper?"

Zhao Qingchan raised his eyebrows, and he glanced at the paper, which read the twelve words "I love you, please take you."

Yo?

Do you think I'm illiterate?

Brother Chan was immediately angry. He didn't expect that he had a real black fan.

Especially female black fans.

I can't read it, so I'm going to record the video and squirt me on the forum?

Good, you Feng Lingling.

Seeing you with cute big eyes like Guru, I didn't expect that my heart was quite dark.

So he said, "I love you."

After saying that.

Zhao Qingchan patted the paper in his hand and turned his head away with a proud look on his face.

And the other players roughly glanced at the piece of paper.

Huh?

Is these 12 words?

Why do I only know ‘I love you’?

Feng Lingling's female bestie also sighed, couldn't help but rub her head and said, "Hey, this is a loss for cultural people."

"..." Everyone was speechless. What you said was so right.

Well, Brother Chan didn't think much about it either.

But someone actually recorded it into a video and uploaded it to the forum.

Coupled with his arrogant and victorious expression, he attracted countless fans again.
To be continued...