Chapter 393 Juvenile

"Huaiyue, I've been looking for you for a long time. Who are you talking to?" The beautiful teenager asked, but deliberately didn't look at Fang Qiuyao. He pulled Jiang Huaiyue's sleeve and said, "It's almost time. Let's go!"

Qin Yan almost got goose bumps when he saw the charming look and delicate movements of the beautiful teenager.

Jiang Huaiyue got up and smiled helplessly: "Mr. Fang, let's drink and talk again next time!"

The expression of the beautiful teenager suddenly became a little treacherous. He glanced at Fang Qiuyao, turned his face disdainfully, and said softly in Jiang Huaiyue's ear, "Huaiyue, why is your vision getting worse and worse? Such a humble but self-righteous boy will only make your posture white and dust. If I hadn't come to call you, I wouldn't have come in. I would have smelled a sour taste far away..."

Fang Qiuyao also got up with a smile and said goodbye to Jiang Huaiyue, but his smile soon froze, and his face burned.

The young master of the Hunjiang Gang is also the most resounding figure in the world, and no one dares to scold him with such harsh words.

Qin Yan was also stunned by the straightforward and frank irony of the beautiful teenager. Jiang Huaiyue kept silent and looked very embarrassed.

Poor acid? Ha ha..." Fang Shaoxia followed the loyal and sincere gentleman's way, but he was never pedantic enough to curse. He sneered a few times and quickly came up with a counterattack, "I guess your father must only have one son..."

The beautiful teenager's delicate and jade fingers twisted tightly together, as if to break the face of the hateful handsome teenager. She frowned slightly and twisted her delicate nose and said, "Humph!"

"...If it hadn't only been for you to pass on your ancestors, he might have slapped you to death!"

The beautiful teenager's fingers trembled gently, staring at the young master's eyes with a trace of fishy smell, and his face changed from contemptuous to angry: "The lowly bastard dares to insult the young master and slap--" He reached out his white right hand and scraped Fang Qiuyao's face.

Of course, Fang Qiuyao won't let him hit him. As soon as he raised his hand, he pinched the wrist of the beautiful teenager and frowned slightly: "You can't even have any demeanor and upbring if you don't talk to each other for no reason?"

"How dare you fight back!" The American teenager's other fist came quickly, and the speed was unusually fast. Fang Qiuyao didn't check for a moment and was punched in the chest, but his skin was rough and thick, and his body didn't even shake, so he immediately clasped the other party's fist. The beautiful teenager can't break free from both hands, his feminine face is distorted by hatred, and his phoenix eyes are even more gloomy. He struggled to death several times and kept shouting: "Let go, bastard! You, a pig-like bitch, dare to be rude to me..."

Fang Qiuyao heard all kinds of insulting and unpleasant words in his mouth, and his face gradually turned pale. He unconsciously increased his strength and said, "I guess your parents must not have taught you well..."

The beautiful teenager felt that the other party's big hands were like iron pliers. He almost broke his wrist, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and suddenly let out a woman-like harsh scream: "Mr. Zhu, kill him!"

As soon as he shouted the word "Zhu Lao", the masked man behind him moved and stepped five or six meters away. He did not see his movements. There was already a thin sword shining with light purple in his hand, which lightly stabbed Fang Qiuyao's throat. His sword is as weak as the faint smell on his body, rotten and hidden, silent. When Fang Qiuyao reacted, the old man's unique depression had entered his nose.

As guests coming to the banquet, Fang Qiuyao and Qin Yan did not bring weapons, so Fang Qiuyao could not imagine and had to let go and retreat. However, it seemed to be too late. The luster of the thin sword flashed in the air. The hidden arc was more mysterious than Fang Qiuyao's imagination, directly penetrating the space of nothingness and reaching Fang Qiuyao's throat--

Then he was clamped by Qin Yan's two fingers, and it was difficult to enter.

'I finally caught up.' Qin Yan sighed secretly. When the man in black first stepped forward, he saw the real thing next to him. Because there was no sword available, he could only attack with his fingers. The black robe's human law is strange, and he is not sure. He didn't find the best time to take action, but fortunately, he still caught it after all...

Fang Qiuyao continued to retreat and avoided the twilight on the sword. The man in black was slightly stunned and pulled back his sword. Unfortunately, he only made the tip of the sword tremble and failed to work.

Qin Yan looked at him, looked into the depths of the turbid whirlpools and said, "The sword is good."

The sword is good, not the swordsmanship.

The black-robed man's eyes clearly conveyed anger, and his whole body was full of vitality. He pulled his life fiercely and finally drew back his sword. However, he also shook his body and took a step back and fell beside the beautiful teenager.

Jiang Huaiyue, who had retreated to the side, flashed in his eyes and didn't know what he thought of.

Qin Yan put down his hand, met the gloomy eyes of the master and servant, and smiled slightly: "Did you intend to pierce his throat and then say that the master's parents can't be slandered by others?"

The man in black clenched the hilt of his sword with five fingers in his right hand and made a dull and dry sound in his throat, like swallowing a mouthful of pus and phlegm. Then he shook his body and enveloped Qin Yan in a boundless twilight. In the gloomy shadow, the thin line brought a line of obscure traces, which was fleeting and quietly bullied Qin Yan's acupuncture point.

"This sword is a little interesting!" Qin Yan praised, his body fluttered, and his right hand quietly appeared above the sword light like a ghost claw, gently holding the spine of the sword. The gray twilight suddenly restrained, revealing the cold purple sword body, and gradually formed a layer of ice crystals on the blade.

has already restrained the enemy's blade. Qin Yan will no longer be polite to this old guy. He will hit him in the forehead with his left fist. However, at this time, a clear shout came from the door: " Stop!"

Qin Yan heard that it was Ye Yingru's voice. Well, for her face, don't make a big deal.

Qin Yan paused for a moment, and the man in black took the opportunity to pull back the sword and retreated. There was a creaking sound on the sword, and the ice crumbs broke and fell down. After the frost melted, he put his thin sword back into his sleeve and stood silently behind the beautiful teenager, as if he had never taken action.

Qin Yan turned his head and saw three people standing at the door. Ye Yingru, Liu Wanyun, and a young warrior with a long sword stood behind him and looked at themselves coldly. His eyes were as if they were substantive, and he seemed to be a master.

Ye Yingru came in and saluted the beautiful teenager with a bright face: "Second brother, they are all my friends. If there is anything to offend..."

The beautiful teenager snorted heavily before she finished speaking, pulled Jiang Huaiyue, and walked past her with a cold face. After going out, his gloomy kindness came from the outside: "Little sister, the good guest you invited!"