A strand of black hair, like silk, fell softly on the jade-like hand. When the wind blew, the hair gently caressed the back of the hand in the wind.

"Meow!"

“Meow~”

In the carriage, there were joy and soft cats, which were long and short, high and low, adding a bit of leisurely and contentment.

"Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long

After cheering, a young man in green walked quickly to the side of the carriage, with a corner of black clothes exposed on the collar. He leaned against the carriage and reported softly: "Master, the man has been killed, and his head has fallen to the ground."

Responding to the teenager in green was a long silence.

When he thought he would not get any response, a disgusting male voice came from the carriage:

"Walk."

His voice was ethereal and clear, as if it came from the clouds and blue clouds on the top of Mount Tai.

The curtains fell, blocking the big red sleeves embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.

The young man in green responded softly, his expression and tone were very respectful.

He was about to get on the shaft when he heard the driver who was driving the car in front of him say in a deep voice: "It's Miss Gu Er!"

"Meow!" An excited cat moan rang out in the carriage.

"Miss Gu Er?" The young man in green patted the coachman on the shoulder, "Where is it?"

"In the Rongxiang Teahouse in front." The coachman pointed his right hand at a teahouse in front of him with a horse whip.

The young man in green looked up and saw a familiar side face behind a window on the second floor of the teahouse several feet away, with a shallow smile, unparalleled and beautiful.

As the last word of the coachman fell, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted from inside.

Xiahou Qing, dressed in a big red dress, walked out of the carriage with a disgust. The bright red dress, as bright as fire, fainted in the sun, as if there was a bit of beautiful color around him because of his appearance.

“Meow~”

He was also holding a long-haired three-cat cat of five or six months in his right hand, pinching the back of the cat's neck with two fingers. The cat's four claws were waving in the air, and the green cat's eyes were wide open.

The young man in green looked at this scene, widened his eyes slightly, and silently looked at Xiahou Qing with a condemnation look.

It seems to be saying, Master, you are so rude!!!

Xiahou Qing gritted his teeth, and a cold and stiff curve appeared on the corners of his red and charming lips.

He glanced coldly at the young man in green. The young man looked at the soft and cute kitten intently, thinking that if the Lord felt tired, he could help hug it.

Xiahou Qing's thin lips were pursed tighter, and he accelerated his pace toward Rongxiang Teahouse on the street. His slender back felt a sense of irritability.

The young man in green jumped off the shaft and hurriedly chased after him.

Xiahou Qing carried the cat and walked into Rongxiang Teahouse, and went up the stairs leading to the second floor in a grand manner.

The waiter behind shouted at the top of his voice: "Celebrity, the elegant seat on the second floor is full."

"Customer, are you looking for a friend?"

Xiahou Qing ignored the waiter and drifted quickly to the end of the second floor corridor like a red glow.

"Bang!"

He didn't knock on the door, and kicked the door of Yazu rudely, and the waiter exclaimed.

There were two people sitting in the elegant seat, one in white and the other in purple, sitting facing each other across the table.

The young man in white was pouring wine for the girl in purple. Even though the door was kicked open, the young man's hand was still very stable and the wine had not spilled out at all.

Gu Yanfei was leaning against the window casually, looking towards the door when he heard the sound, his eyes lit up, and his eyebrows were opened.

"Sunny!"

Almost as she shouted, the three-cake cat was thrown out by the beautiful right hand.

"Your cat." Xiahou Qing said impatiently.

"Meow!" The cat stretched out his body and limbs in the air, and "flyed" towards Gu Yanfei's arms like a milk swallow returning to the nest. His posture was so graceful and agile that it happened to fall into her hands.

It's soft to buy.

Gu Yanfei knew as soon as he touched the cat's soft abdomen, the cat who had been abducted for seven days became fat.

The waiter behind saw that they seemed to know each other, so he retreated silently.

"Meow Meow!" The cat was in a great mood and happily rubbed her palm with her cheeks.

Qingguang's eyes narrowed into two small crescent moons. The long hair was smooth and smooth, and looked even thinner and softer than the best mink hair, shining beautifully in the sunlight of the window.

A new large red bib embroidered with flowing cloud patterns was tied around the cat's neck, and a small backpack the size of a fist was also embroidered with flowing cloud patterns. The same color was also embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.

Gu Yanfei stroked the cat's back and pulled the drawstring of the small backpack. In an instant, round beads rolled out of the small backpack.

There are big red coral beads, black and white pearls, night pearls, white jade beads with mutton fat, and agate beads... Beads as big as fingers roll on the table.

“Meow~”

The cat's eyes lit up, and he jumped to the table with excitement, and his paws were busy pulling up the beads.

Gu Yanfei looked at the cat, then at Xiahou Qing at the door, and asked with a strange look: "Do you still have this kind of hobby?"

She could see clearly that the bib on the cat and the material used for the small backpack were clearly the same as the robe on Xiahou Qing!

In the elegant seat, there was a silence.

The air suddenly became cold.

The cat had no idea and continued to pull the beads, playing very much.

"What do I have for you?" Xiahou Qing asked softly.

He whispered softly, as if he was gossiping, but the young man in green who was chasing outside the elegant seat felt chilling, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the smell of blood.

Xiahou Qing took a step closer to Gu Yanfei, and his eyes were slightly raised, as beautiful as a phoenix tail, and the clouds in his stunning pupils were treacherous.

This girl is really unscrupulous and can't learn to speak, right?

Since you can't speak, just sew it up!

His thin lips raised, and his right hand pulled the blood ring from the middle finger of his left hand, and suddenly a thin blood-red line was pulled out.

The thin thread is made of, with a blood-like icy luster.

A murderous aura was silently released from his simple movement.

He still has such a bad temper! Gu Yanfei curled his lips and touched the cat: "Qingguang, he didn't bully you, right?"

"Meow Meow Meow!" The cat squatting on the table stopped playing with beads, squatted obediently at Gu Yanfei, pointed his claw at Xiahou Qing, and reported a lawsuit.

He stole the cat and kept it away, so he refused to let the cat go home.

The cat wished to tell Gu Yanfei about the grievances these days.

Xiahou Qing looked at the complaining cat, his eyes twitched, and his pupils were deep as abyss.

"Bang."

Chu Yi gently put down the wine pot in his hand.

The sound of the wine pot hitting the tabletop was not loud, but it just broke the tense atmosphere in the air.

Chu Yi raised his hand and pointed to the direction of Caishikou outside the window, and said lightly: "What does Lord Xiahou think?"

Xiahou Qing turned to Chu Yi, staring at him for a moment, as if measuring something.

After a moment, the haze surging in his eyes gradually subsided again. When his wide sleeves flicked, the bloodline had been taken back into the ring.

"For your country, I just watch the fun." Xiahou Qing casually smoothed the wrinkles of his cuffs.

After pausing for a moment, his bright red lips curled up and said, "Besides, Jingguo is in chaos, and there is nothing wrong with me."

His voice was light, but another bloody smell floated out, revealing his fear of chaos in the world.

Chu Yi curled his lips and smiled, and took out a Qinan agarwood token carved with curly grass patterns from his sleeve.

The token as big as a palm was placed on the table, with the word "Yu" engraved on the front.

Xiahou Qing, who was standing ten feet away, looked clearly and stared at the token's pupils getting deeper.

This is the order of the head of the family passed down from generation to generation by the Yu family.

Chu Yi held the glass in one hand, and Youran sipped the wine with a shallow sip. There was a smile on the corner of his lips. He stretched out his two fingers to push the token inch towards Xiahou Qing, "Give it."

Xiahou Qing's pupils contracted into a point, staring at the token.

He understood that Chu Yi gave not only this token, but the Yu family.

Chu Yi gave him the entire Yu family.

For him, this is a great gift.

Xiahou Qing's lips slowly raised, and his eyes and smile showed an extreme madness and hatred.

The air in the elegant seat condensed, and the atmosphere became tense and weird.
To be continued...