The lights are on, and night falls.

After seeing off the last senior executive of the Martial Arts League, Su Miao couldn't help but stretch.

“So tired.”

Su Miao sighed and felt relieved: "It's finally over."

Qin, who was sitting in the corner, silently put down the paper and pen and rubbed her wrists.

She is actually the hardest person.

A thick stack of documents, hundreds of questions, and hundreds of thousands of words were all the fruits of her labor.

However, as a martial artist, Qin's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

Even after recording for a whole day, her wrists were just sore.

Seeing that Su Miao looked tired and Lin Chong, who was a hand-off manager from beginning to end, was quite disgusted and offered to him: "Do you want me to give you a massage?"

Su Miao blinked her bright eyes: "Okay."

So Lin Chong walked behind Su Miao, held her thin shoulders with both hands, and then pushed away the waterfall-like hair, pressing it up regardless of lightness or weight.

Su Miao closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and relaxed her body completely, enjoying a rare moment of rest.

From Lin Chong's perspective, Su Miao's beautiful appearance is close at hand, and her graceful curves are visible at a glance. She is really beautiful and beautiful.

And Su Miao himself felt another way.

Lin Chong's fingers seemed to be carrying electric current, and every pressing made her body feel numb and warm, and it was hard to explain, but it was very comfortable.

Lin Chong deliberately controlled his strength to avoid hurting Su Miao. After a while, he asked, "How is it?"

"uh-huh."

Su Miao's full chest rose and fell as she breathed, and she said lazily: "You can use a little harder."

Lin Chong followed the good deeds as he flowed, and his strength gradually increased: "What about now?"

"Um......"

Su Miao was still closing her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyebrows were slightly frowning, as if she was patient, and her pretty face quietly rose a blush: "No... don't use so much force..."

Lin Chong adjusted the strength on his fingers again, striving to satisfy the customers.

Qin stared at the side, both surprised and envious.

In addition, it is a bit sour.

"Don't think I'm airy, okay?"

Qin secretly complained in her heart: "Although I am a single dog and have no say, you should pay attention to the occasion when you show your love, right?"

It seemed as if God in the dark heard Qin's heart, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside the office.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The knock on the door was not loud, but it woke Su Miao, who was immersed in Lin Chong's craftsmanship.

Su Miao quickly regained her elegant and dignified sitting posture, quickly tidied up her collar, combed her slightly scattered hair neatly, and glared at Lin Chong with a angrily look.

Lin Chong felt inexplicably and didn't understand why Su Miao glared at him.

He obviously did nothing.

I can only say that you don’t guess what a woman thinks, you can’t understand it after guessing.

Lin Chun eliminated the distracting thoughts in his mind, put down his hands, and spoke calmly: "Please come in."

Zhao Wei, one of the guards, pushed the door open and entered.

"The leader of the alliance, Wuji Sect just sent someone to send an invitation."

Zhao Wei had no idea that he had disturbed his immediate superior's good deeds, and stood at the door and reported respectfully.

“Who was the invitation given to?”

"A elder of Wuji Sect personally gave it to Master Liu, and then asked him to pass it to you."

"Take it."

Zhao Wei stepped forward and handed the invitation to Lin Chong with both hands.

This invitation is exquisitely made, about the size of an adult's palm, with a powerful passage on it:

"The head of the Bi Sect has successfully promoted to the realm of Gangjin Martial Saint. After the Zhenguo Martial Saint Du Huaizhen, he created another feat in the Yanhuang Martial Arts world. In order to give back to the support of colleagues from all walks of life, a celebration ceremony is planned to be held in three days. At that time, the Bi Sect will wait for you to come."

Lin Chong held the invitation in his hand, looking thoughtful.

Wuji Gate finally started to act.

The so-called celebration ceremony is definitely not just for celebration.

The guests invited by Wuji Sect are definitely not the only ones in Wumeng.

Seeing that Lin Chong had not spoken for a long time, Su Miao looked at the invitation curiously, frowned and asked, "Are you going?"

"What do you think?"

Lin Chong asked remarks.

"The Wuji Sect's move is probably fake, establishing authority as true, and it also means to distinguish enemies and friends."

Su Miao analyzed: "If you don't go after receiving the invitation, you will definitely be regarded as a potential enemy by them. Of course, even if you go, no one can predict what Wujimen will do."

Lin Chong nodded slowly and recognized Su Miao's judgment.

"I think you should go."

There was a light of wisdom in Su Miao's eyes: "You are the leader of the Martial Alliance, and you should not be absent from emotion or reason, otherwise it will cause unnecessary suspicion."

Lin Chong still had doubts: "If I went in person, would it be interpreted by the outside world as the Martial Alliance bowed to the Wuji Sect?"

"What do outsiders think, is it important to you?"

Su Miao smiled and said, "Have you ever cared about other people's opinions?"

"But my current identity is different from before. Every move is closely related to the martial arts world. Every word and action may cause turmoil in the martial arts world."

Lin Chong told the truth.

"You put too much unnecessary burden on yourself."

Su Miao stared at Lin Chong's eyes and reminded: "You are Lin Chong first, and secondly, the leader of the Martial Alliance. Don't put the cart before the horse and don't let this identity limit your behavior."

Lin Chong's body suddenly shook.

Su Miao's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing the fog that enveloped his heart.

Since ancient times, how many people can see through fame and fortune?

The identity of the Lord of the Martial Alliance represents wealth, status, power and honor, but it is also a bondage, shackle, responsibility and temptation.

Lin Chong was already trapped in it before he knew it.

In fact, when a real man walks around the world, he can be open and honest and have a clear conscience. Why do he have to force everything to be fully prepared?

There are a variety of people, thousands of faces, thousands of people understand each other.

Everyone has different ideas, different appeals, and different likes and dislikes.

The only thing Lin Chong can do is to adhere to his original intention and not forget his original intention.

After thinking it through, Lin Chong felt relaxed all over, and the pressure accumulated over the past disappeared without a trace.

"Thanks."

Lin Chong took a step back and bowed seriously, expressing his gratitude to Su Miao.

Seeing this, Qin, who was hiding in the corner, couldn't help but open her eyes wide and her face was full of shock.

She didn't expect that Lin Chong, who was the dignified master, would be so polite to her lady.

Looking at the great masters in the world, who are not arrogant and despised all living beings?

Although Lin Chong has a very close relationship with his own lady, he is a bit approachable, right?

Does this person care about the majesty of the super strong?

Su Miao's beautiful eyes are bright.

She likes Lin Chong the most.

No matter how strength grows or how status improves, Lin Chong's personality has always been consistent and has never changed.

It is important to know that the original intention is easy to obtain, but it is always difficult to keep.

Su Miao suppressed her rapid heartbeat, pursed her cherry lips, and asked softly: "So are you going?"

"go."
Chapter completed!