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Chapter 400 Ask
Wei Jing stood there quietly, never taking the initiative to make a move. She knew that Shang Hanlian's poison kung fu was amazing, and her aura was the nemesis of her poison kung fu, but in other words, her poison kung fu was not the nemesis of her aura.

She is not sure of winning, but this battle, she can't avoid it tonight, and she doesn't want to avoid it, never thought of avoiding it.

"You killed so many people in order to find me, don't you feel a little uneasy in your heart? Did you ever dream of their silhouettes in your midnight dream? Did you turn a blind eye to their begging you in such pain and despair? , You also have relatives, don’t you understand the pain of the death of a relative, don’t do to others what you don’t want to do to others, don’t you understand such a simple truth.”

Wei'an stood opposite Shang Hanlian, complaining in a cool and nice voice, even though she knew that Shang Hanlian was extremely frantic and would definitely not listen to what she said, she just couldn't get angry.

Shang Hanlian was scolded, and there was a blank in his mind. Is this person in front of me brain-dead.

What she does has nothing to do with her, and the life and death of those people has nothing to do with her. Her son is dead, how can their son live well, her life is so painful, how can their life be So happy.

Didn't the Buddha say that God is fair, and now she is the Buddha's substitute in the mortal world, and she wants to make their lives as miserable as hers, which is fair.

"Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?" If it hadn't been kicked, how could you come to teach her a lesson? Who does she think she is, and the savior is still the Tathagata Buddha.

Faced with Shang Hanlian's ridicule, Wei'an completely turned cold.

She had indeed been kicked, and she still wished that she would have a little bit of conscience, wasn't she just kicked by a donkey?

A dazzling blue light shot towards Shang Hanlian's heart at an extremely fast speed, followed by three blue lights, blocking Shang Hanlian's retreat.

Madman, what a madman, Shang Hanlian cursed in her heart, a ball of black gas appeared in the palm of her hand, she couldn't hide it, she could only resist it.

When the blue light touched the black gas, it was like touching sulfuric acid, making a small hissing sound.

Wei'an's internal strength is dissipating Shang Hanlian's poisonous gas, and the poisonous gas is also counteracting Wei'an's aura.

The two are fighting for internal strength, and whoever has deep internal strength will win if they persevere until the end.

Wei'an knew about Shang Hanlian's poisoning skills, and she was prepared in her heart. It was the first time that Shang Hanlian saw Wei'an's ability. She had high confidence in her poisoning skills. She didn't expect that someone who came would have such a strange ability. , internal force is actually the nemesis of her poison kung fu.

She could see that the internal energy coming from the human body can cure diseases and save lives, and the poison gas in her body are two extreme existences, and they restrain each other.

Shangguan Ming left the City Lord's Mansion, went straight to Rong Mansion, crossed the high courtyard wall, recalled the few memories of Rong Mansion, and walked towards the courtyard where Rong Ling lived.

He didn't find any masters along the way, the guards patrolling the night were some ordinary servants who couldn't be more ordinary, they were as ordinary as the Rong Mansion, the only thing that was unusual was the furnishings in the mansion, every piece was so precious and gorgeous.

Carvings made of thousand-year-old sandalwood are rare even in the imperial palace, but here they can be seen randomly placed on shelves, and the priceless items are only for decoration here.

Covering the conspicuous white hair under the cloak of blue moiré, Shangguan Ming stood a hundred meters away from Rong Ling's room, and shot a leaf towards Rong Ling's room with his internal force.

The leaves passed through Pupu's window paper, and the leaves were intact and completely submerged into the pillars of the house without making a sound, just like the moonlight shining on the bottom of a lake, which can be seen but not heard.

Rong Ling, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes the moment the leaves entered the room, so bold.

A cruel and bloodthirsty smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, regardless of the open neckline, he casually pulled a cloak and put it on, opened the door and the figure appeared behind Shangguan Ming in a flash.

Seeing that it was Shangguan Ming who came, a look of shock flashed across Rong Ling's face, and then he recovered quickly.

Damn, why did he come out like this.

However, should he open the neckline a little more? Is the cloak too long? Should he lift it up a bit to reveal his fair instep?

The hairstyle must be very messy, I don't know if he likes this messy style.

Looking back, Shangguan Ming saw Rong Ling with a slightly flushed face, messy hair and a half-open neckline, and he came out like this without shoes on his feet, it was really casual.

Seeing Rong Ling's feet and the somewhat shy expression on his face, Shangguan Ming shrank his eyes suddenly, looked away in embarrassment, and looked into the distance intently.

"I'll wait for you at the pavilion."

Before waiting for Rong Ling's answer, he couldn't wait to leave.

After Shangguan Ming's figure disappeared, Rong Ling slowly returned to his room.

He took out all the clothes in the closet, and was worried that Shangguan Ming would wait in a hurry, so he finally wore a dark blue dress, which was similar in color to Shangguan Ming's cloak, a bit like a couple's outfit.

The cold wind was blowing in the pavilion, and the cold air was blowing towards the face at night, Shangguan Ming didn't feel the coldness at all.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Shangguan Ming tried his best to calm down his emotions, his brows were erected, and he wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

He has no friendship with Rong Ling, so why should he question him, and what identity should he use to question him.

Seeing that Shangguan was hesitating to speak, Rong Ling sat down on the corridor of the pavilion calmly, with a relaxed expression, as if he was traveling with his companions.

He has never let anyone come to this place, he comes to clean it himself every day, he knows, he likes it here.

Shangguan Ming didn't speak, and neither did Rong Ling. The two of them sat quietly for a while, and then a servant girl lowered her head and brought hot tea, and the fragrance of tea filled the pavilion.

The rich tea fragrance penetrated into the heart, and Rong Ling took a deep breath greedily.

"It's delicious."

Hearing this, Shangguan Ming raised his head slightly and frowned, always feeling that this sentence was a bit strange.

Are you talking about the fragrance of tea?

Suppressing the doubts emerging in his heart, Shangguan Ming nodded and sighed softly. "It's really fragrant, it's the best cloud tea." It's also his favorite tea.

Rong Ling pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word. What he was talking about was not the fragrance of tea.

"You came to see me for something." Rong Ling took a sip of tea, he was not used to this kind of tea, the taste was too light, although it was fragrant but not exciting, but Shangguan Ming liked it, so he could follow suit.

Looking at Shangguan Ming's awkward expression, Rong Ling once again showed a gentle smile.

"Do you want to ask me about what happened in the city?" There were only a few big things that happened these days, and he was obviously a flower god, so he knew why Shangguan Ming came to look for him without thinking about it.

There was a faint sadness in my heart, why didn't I come to him because I just missed him.

With a wry smile, he was really whimsical.

Shangguan Ming didn't know the complicated feelings in Rong Ling's heart, and he didn't want to know, there was one thing he wanted to know right now.

"Did you poison Chunyang City?" If so, he will never tell Wen Xin that he will get better, he is different from Lu'er.

Shaking his head, Rong Ling looked openly at Shangguan Ming without a trace of dodge. "It's not me." He is a majestic flower god, how could he do it himself.

(End of this chapter)