The young man frowned.

After waiting for a few seconds, he slowly raised his head. He was probably more in awe of Quan Qingqing, so he spoke with a hint of caution: "Is there something I didn't do well enough?"

Quan Qingqing: "What do you think?"

"Please give me some advice." The young man looked like he listened to everything clearly.

Quan Qing stepped towards the young man, stretched out his hand, and the powerful palm fell on the young man's shoulder. The next second, there was a sound of fracture, and the pain made the young man gasp.

then.

Quan Qingqing let go of his hand and smiled amiably: "You have to remember that I can give you an identity and I can take it back at any time."

"It's just a show, don't take yourself seriously just by doing it."

"The real Qiyao is still lying in the ice coffin!"

Quan Qingqing retracted his hand, glanced at the young man's hand in his pocket, and then chuckled: "I learned this action well. Qiyao likes to put it in his pants pocket when he is free."

"Now the Quan family knows that the master is dead."

"Qiyao."

"You don't need me to teach you what to say in today's ceremony meeting? Once the master dies, the suicide note will take effect. I won't teach you much else. You are the envoy."

"If you don't do it well, I can replace you with someone else at any time!"

Finished talking.

Quan Qingqing immediately turned around and stared at the boy with a hint of warning: "Remember to find out who that girl is? Didn't she come with Cheng Jing?"

"You know who Cheng Jing is even with your eyes closed."

"But she, I want all the bottom lines!"

What disappeared along with the sound was Quan Qingqing's fading footsteps.

The young man nodded respectfully towards Quan Qingqing.

It wasn't until Quan Qingqing's figure was far away that he slowly raised his head, with the superficial fear still remaining in his eyes.

One second passed...

Three seconds...

Ten seconds...

The fear gradually dissipated and was replaced by endless chill. The young man closed his eyes, looking a little tired and helpless. He lowered his head and glanced at the recording stone in his hand.

The recording stone was about the same size as a diamond, and was worn on the boy's hand like a ring.

He looked at the recording stone, looked at the direction Quan Qingqing left, rubbed Shu's painful shoulders, and murmured: "Not enough... not enough, this recording is not enough..."

"Why do you want to come back."

"Fengjiang, Kyushu, and Hua are where you should stay. You are the safest there. You shouldn't come back..."

"I'm in danger myself, how can I protect you..."

The boy closed his eyes.

He put his hands into his pockets again, raised his head, and left the secret place on the second floor without expression.

And dozens of meters away from this place, there was a pair of dark and shiny eyes, taking in all of this. A girl tilted her head and looked in the direction Quan Qingqing left.

He said lightly: "Isn't it good to be an envoy in front of these people?"

"Is the Qiyao in the ice coffin the real Qiyao?"

"So......"

"Why did Qi Yao retain the evidence of her conversation with you after you left? How will things develop? It's not the end yet. She wants to take the position of the Queen of the Quan family."

"There are so many people who disagree."

Quan Jin leaned her back against the wall, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and she crossed her arms.

Her eyes were so deep that no one could guess what she was thinking.

suddenly--
Chapter completed!