Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 82 How is he doing?
"You." Yuan Feiqian gave the answer immediately.

For this answer, the little turtle was very satisfied.

Mung bean eyes full of pride looked at Yuan Feiqian, and reconfirmed: "Really?"

"Really!" Yuan Feiqian nodded heavily: "Xiao Qingcai is so cute, of course I like you the most!"

The little tortoise turned over, lay on the turtle shell rocking chair, swayed slowly, and asked again: "Then why do you care about him so much? You want me to see his condition. It will cost me mana."

Yuan Feiqian tried to keep smiling: "I care about him, because he is very kind to us, prepared delicious and sumptuous meals for us, rescued us from our original home, sent us on the plane to here, the arrangements are still very proper and considerate, Even your chicken drumsticks with mushrooms are prepared. I can’t thank him, I can’t contact him, you said I let you see his situation, should I?”

"..." The little tortoise blinked mung bean eyes, thinking it made sense: "It seems that it should be."

Yuan Feiqian said earnestly: "Qingcai, you can't be ungrateful as a human being. You can't be a turtle either."

The little turtle felt an inexplicable sense of guilt: "Then, then I've checked his condition for you."

"You've done a good job!" Yuan Feiqian said, "Now tell me, how is his condition?"

"He wasn't injured," the little turtle wrinkled his nose, "The evil spirit is very heavy, much heavier than when we saw it."

Yuan Feiqian breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as he's fine..."

Yeah, he's fine.

As for the evil spirit, it was the same in the previous life.

In my memory, he was not very favored at home. He didn't have the power of the eldest brother, and he didn't have the money with the second brother. He was the most unpopular one.

He had to work hard for a lot of things, so how could the evil spirit not be heavy?
Thinking of it this way, I don't feel a little distressed.

Yuan Feiqian raised his hand to touch his heart, and said, "Go to sleep, and go to the gold pan tomorrow."

"Gold pan?" The little tortoise became interested: "Is it a place to pan for gold?"

"You will know when you arrive." Yuan Feiqian yawned: "Go to sleep, I haven't slept well these days."

"Finish you..." The little turtle wanted to continue talking, but Yuan Feiqian had lost his voice, only breathing lightly.

The little tortoise snorted, retracted into its shell, and followed suit to recuperate.

*****
in a basement somewhere.

Qing Yishen took off the blood-stained coat, and someone next to him immediately took it, and at the same time reported softly: "Master Su, Mr. Su is here."

"Let him come over." Responding lightly, Qing Yishen looked indifferent: "Continue to ask about the accomplices and their distribution. If you are honest, give it a good time. If you are dishonest, let Bo Liang deal with it."

Looking up, he saw a gentle man coming down the stairs and asked, "Any news?"

Su Junqing handed over the file bag in his hand: "It's all here, and the result will definitely surprise you."

Qing Yishen sat down with him on the sofa next to him, took the file bag, opened it, and looked through the documents, his eyes became darker and darker: "The Jin family?"

"I didn't expect either. The two sides have had no contact with each other, and they would suddenly attack." Su Junqing said: "The only thing that has a slight connection is this."

He pulled out a piece of paper and tapped it with his fingertips.

Qing Yishen looked at the past, and it was a screenshot of the chat record.

The above is exactly the content of Jin Chi's bet with others to chase after Yuan Feiqian.

It was also the screenshot that he asked Su Junqing to send to Yuan Feiqian...

(End of this chapter)