Sang Luo just saw Chu Yanshu, and before he could ask for help, he fell into his arms. The young man was thin, but his arms were warm and strong, with a bit of warmth, making him feel
Sang Luo liked it very much.
Chu Yanshu was holding Sang Luo and was a little reluctant to let go, while Lin Qinghan was still hanging on the tree. He was silent for a long time,
"Can you put me down too?"
Chu Yanshu raised his eyelids and spoke calmly,
"You have caused trouble yourself and brought trouble to others, so why do you have the nerve to put you down?"
Hang it on top!
Lin Qinghan choked, and his usually cold and white face turned a bit embarrassed red.
He looked at Sang Luo and said softly,
"I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."
Sang Luo waved his hand carelessly,
"It's okay, just hang from the tree for a while to atone for your sins!"
Lin Qinghan: "..."
You can't put him down first, right?
Sang Luo lazily leaned against Chu Yanshu,
"I'm a little dizzy, let's go back to sleep."
Chu Yanshu's heartbeat quickened slightly. Did she mean... to let him take her back to sleep?
The young man took a slight breath, suppressed his somewhat chaotic thoughts, raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, and spoke in a low voice,
"good."
Sang Luo waved his hand towards Lin Qinghan, saying that he had to solve his own sins.
Lin Qinghan swayed expressionlessly on the tree, then turned to look at Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng was still kneeling and raising his sword. He looked up at Lin Qinghan and said hesitantly,
"Elder brother, this is what my uncle wants to punish you for."
In the past, Uncle Shi did whatever he said, but he never said a word.
Lin Qinghan looked unnatural and said coldly,
"Uncle Master has fainted now. We need to check his injuries."
Maybe he had too much contact with Sang Luo and a few people, and he was a little slippery.
Lu Changsheng also noticed it, but...he paused for a moment,
"Master-uncle imposed a spiritual restraint on me."
He can't get away.
So Lin Qinghan looked at Zhang Jianting.
Zhang Jianting's eyes were full of disbelief,
"No way, no way, you don't think this old man didn't put any restraints on me, right?! He put two layers on me! Two layers!"
This Kunwu Sword Sect is the most disobedient of all.
So the old man was especially wary of him!
Lin Qinghan: "..."
Not to mention Su Shiyi and Chang Man. These two people usually competed against each other in the sect without any opinions. The old man Heluo was afraid that the two of them would be instigated by Zhang Jianting, so he also restricted them both.
Especially when Su Shiyi wanted to guard outside the cold pool just now, his uncle was so angry that he was determined to let them think about their mistakes here.
Sang Luo didn't care about the direct descendants of the Kunwu Sword Sect. Her master and uncle would deal with it themselves, and she wouldn't interfere anyway.
After resting in the yard for a while, she took Chu Yanshu and ran to Yu Ming. She took out the jade pendant that Yu Ming had given her before and asked him,
"Does what you said before still count?"
She still remembered this favor.
Yu Ming looked at the jade pendant he gave out and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Isn't this favor already used? I gave up the cold pool to your junior brother for healing."
Sang Luo clicked his tongue after hearing this.
"Is that a favor that you sold to me? That's my junior brother and master. It's my junior brother's life that you saved. You want to ask him for that favor."
Besides, she didn’t believe that he wouldn’t have lent Hantan to her master without her jade pendant!
Yu Ming clicked his tongue,
"It is only right that junior brother and senior sister pay back their debts. That boy Song Qingyun owed his life to the Kunwu Sword Sect. Do you think he can repay it?"