Lord of Puro

Chapter 604: God of Flowers

Zhang Xiuling walked out of Tongqing Theater with a dazed look on her face. Duan Shuqun and Shen Rongqing followed her and escorted her to the rickshaw.

Today is the opening ceremony of Tongqing Theater, and Zhang Xiuling attended as scheduled. After the ceremony, He Jiaqing discussed some things with her that Zhang Xiuling could not accept.

"Xiu Ling, I saw that you drank quite a bit of wine just now, so please be careful on the road." Shen Rongqing handed the handbag to Zhang Xiu Ling.

Zhang Xiuling took the bag, said nothing, and asked the driver to drive away.

Duan Shuqun followed behind the car and shouted, "Master Zhang, I'll wait for your news."

After the rickshaw drove away, Duan Shuqun turned to look at Shen Rongqing: "Rongqing, we have been friends for so many years, there are some things I don't want to say more, Jiaqing can see all your little actions, even though he is always laughing and joking, he is never generous, when he really turns hostile, this matter will be difficult to handle."

Shen Rongqing sneered: "You have good eyesight, what did you see? Tell him, I want to see how serious my crime is, I want to see how he can punish me!"

Duan Shuqun shook his head repeatedly and said nothing more.

……

Zhang Xiuling arrived at Baihua Garden, which was the main hall of Baihua Sect. Four gardens surrounded a western-style building. The heads of various halls gathered in the hall of the building, waiting for Zhang Xiuling's decision.

He Jiaqing put forward conditions: Baihua Sect would belong to the He family in the future, the sect leader would be appointed by He Jiaqing, all the business within the sect would be handed over to the He family, and each hall would receive monthly wages based on the number of people.

This kind of condition is unheard of. He Jiaqing is trying to take on Baihuamen by force.

He gave Zhang Xiuling three days to make a decision, but Zhang Xiuling didn't want to agree.

"Our Baihua Sect is one of the best sects in Pro Province, and all the previous sect leaders are spineless. Although I, Zhang Xiuling, am a woman, since I am the sect leader, I must not lose the family business of the sect. Even if I die, I will never bow down to the He family!"

A seventh-level scholar, the most talented woman in Pro Province, she speaks naturally and forcefully.

But after these words were spoken, the heads of the various halls did not respond.

To them, there was something more powerful than what Zhang Xiuling had just said, and that thing was Han Yaomen’s head.

No matter how nicely you talk, He Jiaqing really killed people, and not just Han Yaomen. Hundreds of people from the Qingyun Society died, and all their heads were put in wooden boxes.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhang Xiuling asked everyone to disperse first.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Xiuling was in a state of confusion. Fu Lianhong, the head of Honghuatang, knocked on the door and came in.

The two of them were usually as close as real sisters. Seeing that Zhang Xiuling was the only one in the room, Fu Lianhong simply told the truth: "Sister Xiuling, you can't keep the position of the leader of the gang. Let's not talk about how cruel He Jiaqing is, the people in the gang have already dispersed."

Zhang Xiuling stared at Fu Lianhong for a moment without saying anything.

Fu Lianhong slapped herself and said, "I am so talkative. Sister must think that I said those words for other purposes. Let me be frank with you. If you are not in the gang, I will definitely not stay. As long as you make up your mind, we can go together.

Over the years, I have saved a lot of money. Let's find a quiet place to live a good life. We are scholars, why don't we do what scholars should do? It is better to put more effort into spiritual practice. Why do we have to crawl here with a bunch of desperate people? "

"Literati..."

Zhang Xiuling stared at the bag for a moment, and she thought of another scholar.

Shen Rongqing took out the bag for her, and she seemed to have something to say at that time.

Zhang Xiuling took the bag, opened it, and saw a note inside the powder box.

There were only three words written on the note: Find Li Qi.

This is the tip Shen Rongqing gave to Zhang Xiuling.

Fu Lianhong took a look and nodded repeatedly, saying, "This is also a solution. Putting aside the various immortals on the cloud, the only one left in the mortal circle who can fight He Jiaqing is Li Qi."

Zhang Xiuling went to Xiaoyaowu. Li Qi was not there. When she asked where he went, no one knew.

Zhang Shuning, the manager of Xiaoyaowu, admired Zhang Xiuling very much. He gave Zhang Xiuling a suggestion: "Go to Xindi to find Master Wu and tell him what you want to say."

Zhang Xiuling thanked him repeatedly and took a car to the Lu family mansion. Fu Lianhong was puzzled: "Didn't you say you were going to Xindi to find Ma Wu? What are you doing at the Lu family?"

"Do you know the price of finding Ma Wu?"

Fu Lianhong stamped her feet anxiously: "It's already this time, and you still care about this? Ma Wu is young and promising, and many girls want to get close to her, but they can't find a way."

"I can't find Li Qixing or Ma Wu. I'm not that mean." Zhang Xiuling refused. She wanted to go to the Lu family mansion to find Duan Shaoxia.

Whenever Duan Shaoxia encountered problems in the past, Zhang Xiuling had always helped her, going through fire and water, and never hesitated at all. The two of them were as close as real sisters.

Now, hearing that Zhang Xiuling had gotten into trouble, Duan Shaoxia packed up her things overnight and went back to her hometown, and Zhang Xiuling was nowhere to be found.

Fu Lianhong didn't say a word. She didn't have the heart to mock Zhang Xiuling.

Zhang Xiuling returned to the Hundred Flowers Garden and asked her subordinates to arrange flowers.

One hundred flowers were selected from four gardens, each of a different variety.

After putting these flowers together, Zhang Xiuling knelt among the flowers and prayed silently. She wanted to ask the god of flowers for help.

There are two theories about the origin of the God of Flowers. One theory is that the God of Flowers is the creator of the Hundred Flowers Sect, and that he reached a certain level of cultivation and left the mortal world.

Another theory is that the God of Flowers was not originally from the mortal world, but a beautiful fairy in heaven. The Hundred Flowers Sect loved and respected flowers, and thus received the protection of the God of Flowers.

Legend has it that the leader of the Baihua Sect can gain the power of the God of Flowers by praying among a hundred flowers, but this is only a legend and is different from the situation of the Qingyun Society.

Bei Wushuang used to be the leader of Qingyun Society, and he really took care of Qingyun Society, but whether Baihua God really took care of Baihua Sect is impossible to verify. Some people said before that the sect leader did gain power through prayers, but whether it was the power of Baihua God is still unconfirmed.

Zhang Xiuling prayed devoutly among the flowers, while Fu Lianhong tried to persuade her: "Sister Xiuling, let's not waste time here. We don't even know if the Flower God is real or not. Our past leaders have all been culture cultivators, and there has never been a flower cultivator in our gang. What's the point of you worshipping the Flower God?"

"It's useful! The wisdom of the previous sect masters was given by the God of Flowers!"

"This is meant to deceive others, how come you deceived yourself too? Sister Xiuling, sister..."

After scolding for a long time, Zhang Xiuling remained silent. Fu Lianhong was a little surprised. Could it be that she really got the power of the flower god?
A gust of cold wind blew by, and a long crystal clear hair floated out from the corner of Zhang Xiuling's mouth.

She fell asleep, drooling in her sleep.

Fu Lianhong sighed and said, "Okay, have a good sleep, and when you wake up, you'll know what to do."

……

Li Qi asked Shen Jingye for a batch of dark energy carriers, which were materials used to make ropes.

Shen Jingye, with gauze wrapped around his face, looked at the application form Li Qi brought up: "So many?"

"Xiao Shen, it's meaningless to say this. We are real friends."

"I'm just asking casually." Shen Jingye signed the application form with a stroke of his pen.

He was not worried that Li Qi would not pay it back. As long as Li Qi followed the formal procedures and it was accounted for on the books, it would be fine.

Li Banfeng looked at the gauze on Shen Jingye's face, some of which were still stained with dark red blood: "What's wrong with your face?"

Shen Jingye smiled and said, "I have had a lot of pimples on my face these past two days. My wife couldn't help but squeeze them, and now she has hurt her face."

"It's a serious injury. Your wife's hand was quite heavy."

Shen Jingye smiled bitterly: "She is a good person, but she has this temper..."

Li Banfeng was in no mood to listen to his wife's affairs. He returned to his residence and was about to take the pile of carriers back to his residence when he suddenly felt the judge's pen at his waist tremble.

"Is there anything wrong?" Li Banfeng picked up the judge's pen and asked.

"Yes." The judge shook his pen.

"what's up?"

"forget."

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it when I think of it."

After taking the dark energy carrier back to his personal residence, Li Banfeng accompanied his wife in making the rope for more than two hours. Judge Pen suddenly seemed to remember something, and came up to Li Banfeng and asked in a very serious tone: "Do you think I look like a flower?"

The room was silent for a second.

A second later, everyone in the room, starting with my wife, started laughing.

Only Li Banfeng didn't laugh. He knew that Judge Pen was talking about something serious: "Did you remember something?"

Judge Pen was still trying to recall: "I seem to have grown a lot of flowers."

……

After waking up, Zhang Xiuling was indeed much more awake.

She took the roster of the Baihua Sect and the Baihua seal, and handed both items to He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing did not refuse and accepted it directly: "Sister Xiuling, don't blame me, I did this for Baihuamen and for the long-term future."

"The brothers are all willing to follow you. I feel at ease handing over the gang to you." Zhang Xiuling was telling the truth. She proposed to hand over the Baihua Sect to He Jiaqing, and none of the hall masters objected.

Fu Lianhong added: "Mr. He, from now on you will be the head of Baihua Sect. I will only call you the head this time.

From now on, we two sisters will withdraw from Baihua Sect, and the affairs of the sect will no longer have anything to do with us."

He Jiaqing felt very sorry: "Sister Xiuling, why do you have to do this? I am just a nominal leader, and you are still the one who makes the decisions on all matters in the sect."

Zhang Xiuling lowered her head and smiled: "Mr. He, there is no need to say more polite words. At least give me some dignity and let this go."

Zhang Xiuling left the Baihua Garden that day, and Baihua Gate officially belonged to He Jiaqing.

He Jiaqing was no exception to this result. He knew clearly the strength of the major gangs and also knew that their backers would not show up easily.

This incident caused a sensation in Provo. The headlines of major newspapers were all about He Jiaqing. He carefully read every newspaper and was very satisfied with the news in each newspaper, except that the news in his own newspaper was not so good.

"Why did the Hundred Flowers Sect have a new leader and disputes arise?"

He Jiaqing looked at Shen Rongqing and asked, "Did you write this manuscript?"

Shen Rongqing nodded.

He Jiaqing sighed and said, "Are you angry with me?"

Shen Rongqing lowered his head and said, "How dare I? The manuscript was written too hastily, and the wording is a bit inappropriate."

He Jiaqing was obviously dissatisfied with this explanation. The situation became tense. Duan Shuqun quickly changed the subject: "I heard that Zhang Xiuling is leaving Green Water City in the next few days. Do we still need to monitor her?"

"No need to monitor her anymore," He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "kill her."

Shen Rongqing couldn't believe it. These were the words that He Jiaqing said: "Zhang Xiuling has already given in. The gang is now in your hands. Can't you spare her life?"

He Jiaqing shook his head and said, "As long as she is still alive, the people of Baihuamen will not be able to calm down."

Shen Rongqing took a deep breath and said, "Jiaqing, Zhang Xiuling is the most talented woman in Pro Province. If you kill her like this, how will others view you?"

"It doesn't matter. I do this for Prostate."

Shen Rongqing turned and left. He Jiaqing sat on the sofa and continued reading the newspaper.

Duan Shuqun sat next to the sofa, not knowing what to say. While he was feeling awkward, an accountant came to report an accounting problem.

Zhang Xiuling was not very good at business, and Baihuamen’s business was very chaotic, with indeed many problems.

The accountant finally saved Duan Shuqun: "Jiaqing, let me go check the account book first."

He found an excuse and left, leaving only He Jiaqing and Datou in the hall.

Datou didn't feel embarrassed. He Jiaqing read the newspaper and he followed him.

After watching for a while, He Jiaqing suddenly spoke: "Prozhou is like this, he is afraid only when he sees blood. He is afraid of you, so he will stare at you intently.
They are afraid of me now and keep looking at me. Mr. Kong Fang and the old thief are afraid of being seen by others, so they won't come to me. Besides that, what other benefits do you think I can get?"

Datou couldn't guess, He Jiaqing laughed: "To deceive the world and steal reputation, no matter it is a real name or a fake name, no matter it is a good name or a bad name, the greater the reputation, the more powerful it will be!"

Datou didn't know the key to the art of deceiving the world and stealing fame, nor did he know what the more powerful the attack, the more it came.

Above the clouds, everyone has their own means of cultivation, and only He Jiaqing himself can sense that his cultivation is growing by leaps and bounds.

……

Zhang Xiuling and Fu Lianhong hid in the outer house and did not dare to show up for several days.

Fu Lianhong felt that the news had passed, so she asked someone to get a travel permit and a train ticket, and prepared to hide in Moxiang Store for a while. Zhang Xiuling was very famous among the literati, and He Jiaqing should not dare to do anything wrong in the hometown of literati.

The two did not dare to take a car, so they took their spiritual items and ran directly to the train station.

While passing through a deep alley, Zhang Xiuling's legs went weak and she suddenly fell to the ground. Fu Lianhong leaned over to support her. When she looked up again, she found He Jiaqing standing in front of them.

When did he come?
Fu Lianhong was about to draw his weapon, but was stopped by Zhang Xiuling. He Jiaqing said, "Sister Xiuling, I'm hosting a literary salon and I'd like to invite you to come over and take a look."

Zhang Xiuling smiled and said, "I have something urgent to do. I really can't go today."

"If the most talented lady in Provo doesn't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to this scene."

"How can I be the most talented woman? This title should be given to Rong Qing." Zhang Xiuling put Fu Lianhong behind her and signaled her to leave quickly.

"There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. How about this, you and Rong Qing can compete tonight and we can see who will be the most talented woman!" He Jiaqing looked at Fu Lianhong behind Zhang Xiuling. He pressed his palm and signaled her not to move. Neither of them could escape.

Fu Lianhong also understood the situation, took out a pen from his waist, and prepared to use ink to find the way.

Among all the techniques used by cultivators to escape, counting ink and finding its way is the most useful one. Fu Lianhong has the sixth level of cultivation, and is very skilled in this technique. She does not need to write each word stroke by stroke. As long as she throws out some ink, it can be turned into words to surround He Jiaqing.

But she swung the brush for a long time, but not a drop of ink came out.

Did you forget to refill the ink before leaving?

This brush is Fu Lianhong's most important weapon. There is a cavity in the pen shaft for storing ink. Fu Lianhong tested the weight and found that there was at least half of the ink in the pen shaft.

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But the ink could not be shaken out. Fu Lianhong shook it several times, and the brush became lighter and lighter, but there was still no drop of ink.

Fu Lianhong was getting anxious because he couldn't use his skills. Zhang Xiuling cut her finger, squeezed out the blood, and prepared to use her skill that was worth a thousand gold coins.

This is the technique that Zhang Xiuling is best at. The words written in blood are extremely powerful. Zhang Xiuling is confident that she can deal with He Jiaqing for a while and give Fu Lianhong a chance to escape.

Zhang Xiuling slid her bleeding fingers across the wall, but she didn't write a single word. The wall was clean without any bloodstains.

He Jiaqing stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground, indicating that Zhang Xiuling could move to another place.

Zhang Xiuling's hands were shaking.

She squatted on the ground and wrote with her fingertips, but there was still no blood on the ground.

What on earth is going on?
He Jiaqing looked around and asked, "How about you change places?"

Zhang Xiuling gritted her teeth and quietly grabbed a handful of sand from the roadside.

She stood up straight and asked He Jiaqing: "Why can't you give me a way out?"

He Jiaqing looked at Zhang Xiuling's right hand and smiled: "Want to write on the ground with sand? How many words do you want to write? I'll wait for you here."

Fine sand flowed between Zhang Xiuling's fingers, and she was indeed writing with the sand.

He Jiaqing was too arrogant. He saw through Zhang Xiuling's methods but did not stop her. Zhang Xiuling's fingertips trembled and wrote the word "knife" on the ground.

Zhang Xiuling turned her wrist, ready to use the word "knife" to attack He Jiaqing's face, but how much use could this "word" have?
Ordinary people don’t understand Zhang Xiuling’s methods, but Fu Lianhong knows that the word “knife” will shatter in front of He Jiaqing and become as fine as sand.

Every grain of sand would turn into a knife. According to Zhang Xiuling's speculation, He Jiaqing, who was under siege, would have at least twenty seconds to parry the knife, which gave them a chance to escape.

The plan was very clear. Zhang Xiuling waved her hand, and the word "knife" on the ground did not fly up.

Where did the word "knife" go?
Zhang Xiuling looked down and saw that there was no word "knife" on the ground. Even the sand she had just sprinkled was not visible.

He Jiaqing rubbed his fingers, and grains of sand slipped from his fingertips one by one.

The sand was stolen by him.

He stole the sand on the ground right in front of the two people, and the two people didn't even notice.

It wasn't just the sand that was stolen. He Jiaqing continued to rub his fingers, and drops of ink appeared on his fingertips.

This is why no ink can be ejected from Fu Lianhong’s brush.

Next is the blood drop, Zhang Xiuling’s blood.

Every drop of blood that flowed from her fingertips was stolen by He Jiaqing, so Zhang Xiuling could not write on the wall.

Zhang Xiuling is the head of Baihua Sect. She has experienced many battles, but she is very scared at this moment. The disparity in strength between the two sides makes her breathless.

"Sister Xiuling, please come with me to the salon. I sincerely invite you..." He Jiaqing couldn't help but yawn. To him, perhaps the current battle was too boring.

Zhang Xiuling pulled Fu Lianhong up, turned around and ran. She knew she couldn't escape, but at this moment her actions were completely instinctive.

He Jiaqing was chasing slowly from behind, his steps were very slow.

Zhang Xiuling didn't know what He Jiaqing's purpose was. In extreme fear, she just ran away with Fu Lianhong.

call!
A cold wind suddenly came and it started snowing.

As the snowflakes fell, He Jiaqing watched the two women slowly disappear from his sight.

It's snowing, are you still chasing?

A little snow doesn't seem like a big deal, so why do I suddenly not want to chase her?
Is it because of Zhang Xiuling's blood...

He Jiaqing stopped, looked at the blood on his fingertips, and then looked at the snowflakes flying in the wind.

In this kind of weather, you should wrap yourself in a quilt, curl up in bed, drink a bowl of hot soup, and then have a good sleep.

Thinking of this, He Jiaqing yawned again.

……

Zhang Xiuling wanted to go to the train station, and along the way, she saw He Jiaqing's people everywhere.

She wanted to take Fu Lianhong back to the outer house, but it had been burned down.

They wanted to go to Honghuatang, but the hall had been occupied by He Jiaqing's people.

They found an inn and wanted to sleep for a night. Datou quickly found the inn and invited Zhang Xiuling to attend the salon.

Zhang Xiuling had a lot of her strength stolen by He Jiaqing and was very weak. Fu Lianhong was beaten by He Jiaqing's men and was in a worrying condition.

The two had nowhere to go and finally fled to the vicinity of Xiaoyaowu.

Zhang Xiuling hesitated whether to go in. In her current condition, if she went into Xiaoyaowu, it would be tantamount to bringing disaster to Li Qi and Ma Wu.

But if they don't enter Xiaoyaowu, they won't survive the night.

After much deliberation, Zhang Xiuling decided to leave.

She and Li Qi are friends, very good friends.

Even if she was destined to die tonight, she didn't want to drag her friend into it.

"Lian Hong, I'll take you to the station. When you meet He Jiaqing's men, I'll hold them back. Don't fight them, just run."

"Sister, what are you talking about? I've been with you for half my life, if you want to leave, let's leave together!"

"I can't leave, they're coming for me!"

"Then I will die with you."

These are true sisters!
It was snowing heavily. Zhang Xiuling hugged Fu Lianhong and said, "Listen to your sister. You must stay alive. You must stay alive..."

Ma Wu held up an umbrella to shield the two from the snow. "You two, if you want to live a good life, follow me to Xiaoyaowu."

Zhang Xiuling looked up at Ma Wu.

Ma Wu smiled and said, "It's not me who invited you, it's Lao Qi who invited you. Wait until he comes, and then you can chat slowly."

Zhang Xiuling refused to go, and Ma Wu frowned: "Xiaoyaowu is the territory of Lao Qi and me. I can still stop He Jiaqing there. You guys are just wasting time on the street, which is really a burden to me."

This made sense. After Ma Wu persuaded her a few more times, Zhang Xiuling finally agreed and took Fu Lianhong into Xiaoyaowu.

Ma Wu first settled the two people down and asked the doctor to treat their injuries. There were some details that Ma Wu wanted to ask Zhang Xiuling about, but suddenly he heard the steward Zhang Shuning come to report: "Master Wu, Mr. He wants to see you."

"You're here so quickly!" Ma Wu straightened his clothes and followed the steward to the small round hall.

He Jiaqing held up a wine glass and greeted Ma Wu: "Jun Yang, I haven't come to Xiaoyaowu for a drink for a long time."

Ma Wu smiled and said, "You didn't come here often before. I remember you came once when the business opened and once before I left for another state to study. That's it."

"Only twice? That's impossible. We are the best friends among our peers. I must take care of your business."

"We are best friends, right?" Ma Wu thought carefully, "Then what about Lu Xiaolan?"

He Jiaqing frowned, and from his expression, he seemed to care a lot about Ma Wu's joke, but in fact he cared about the button on his chest.

The button kept ringing, but he couldn't answer it.

The two chatted and laughed for a while. He Jiaqing handed a cigarette to Ma Wu and asked, "Is Zhang Xiuling here with you?"

"Here." Ma Wu took the cigarette and lit it.

"I want to invite her to visit me. I'm hosting a literary salon. Shen Rongqing is already there. If I invite her over, then the two most talented ladies in Provo will be together."

Ma Wu poured a glass of wine for He Jiaqing: "It's a rare opportunity for two talented women to get together!"

He Jiaqing took the wine glass and said, "That's right. Shen Rongqing has been waiting for a long time. Why don't you bring Zhang Xiuling to sit with me?"

"What a coincidence! I'm planning to hold a concert. Jiang Mengting is ready, and so is Zhang Xiuling. If you can invite Shen Rongqing, all the singing queens and talented women will be here."

He Jiaqing held up the wine glass, took a big sip, and said in a less friendly tone: "Jun Yang, you should know about my relationship with Baihuamen, right?"

Ma Wu shook his head: "I've been in Xindi recently, and I really don't care about other things."

"If you say you don't know, I'll tell you now. I want to take Zhang Xiuling away, and no one can stop me today."

"That depends on whether they want to go. We are all gentlemen. If they don't want to go, you can't kidnap them, right?"

"A gentleman?" He Jiaqing drank a glass of wine. "Since I entered this door, I have always been gentlemanly. I have given you enough face. Now I am saying something not so gentlemanly with sincerity. Can you please not be so rude?"

Ma Wu also drank the wine in his glass: "Since you are so sincere, I will also tell you the truth. This is Xiaoyaowu. Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you come here and act wild?"

The two men sat face to face, with smiles on their faces and cold gleams in their eyes.

Feng Daiku was guarding the door, ready to take action at any time.

He Jiaqing put down his wine glass and touched the buttons on his chest. Before taking any action, he wanted to know who was so anxious to contact him.

"Jiaqing, the batch of goods we sent to other states was intercepted by the Customs and Defense Bureau. Someone from the Customs and Defense Bureau came just now and said that our goods are not good and they want to close our place."

He Jiaqing raised his hand and cut off the connection.

He picked up the bottle and poured another glass for Ma Wu: "You drank too much and spoke too hastily. Don't take it to heart."

Ma Wu smiled and said, "We have been friends for many years, why would we bother about this?"

After finishing the wine in his glass, He Jiaqing left Xiaoyaowu.

Datou was waiting outside the door and asked quietly, "Where's Zhang Xiuling?"

"We can't take it away," He Jiaqing sighed, "We can't do anything. We're being strangled."

In the rotunda, Ma Wu drank a glass of ice water and calmed down for a long time.

Feng Daiku helped him wipe the sweat off his face and asked, "Are you scared now?"

Ma Wu shook his head and said, "You are just outside the door, why should I be afraid?"

"I am afraid," Feng Daiku pulled a thread through the air, "most of the love threads I placed in the house were stolen by He Jiaqing. This man's cultivation is probably higher than mine. If we really fight, I may not win against him."

"There's no fighting. Lao Qi said he had made arrangements, but I don't know what the arrangements were." Ma Wu poured another glass of ice water and drank it in one gulp.

……

Li Banfeng was on his way to Green Water City, chatting with Judge Pen as they walked: "You mean, you lent some of your power to Zhang Xiuling, and this part of the power is not in you yet?"

"Ok!"

Li Banfeng fell into deep thought, and turned the Judge's Pen several times. The Judge's Pen was not happy: "Stop turning, I feel dizzy!"

"But I really can't understand. If your power is not in you, where else can it be?"

"Heaven." After saying these two words, Panguanbi didn't want to answer Li Banfeng's question anymore. He crawled into Li Banfeng's sleeve and fell asleep.

PS: To be honest, our A-Bi’s appearance is also very charming!

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