[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

The young master of the Wansheng Pavilion has been very troubled recently.

A certain person who had been friends with him, had been an enemy, had drank with him, and faced him with swords... I don't know what was wrong, and suddenly launched a passionate... pursuit of him.

One bite, one husband.

Somehow, Yan Qingping got to the Jiangnan Wansheng Pavilion headquarters... Every day, he swaggered and came here with a food box.

For some unknown reason, his martial arts were suddenly so high that it was frightening.Now Wansheng Pavilion is weakened and in a critical moment, the guards arranged can't really stop him.

He could only let this Taoist priest who had plans for the young pavilion master slip in.

Today, Fang Siming's office still welcomes uninvited guests.

Because of Saibei's previous defeat, all kinds of documents were piled up on Pavilion Master Fang Shao's desk.There was a document spread out in front of Fang Siming, and next to it were prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones.He was sitting in front of the desk, but he didn't read a word.

He was also doubting whether what Yan Qingping said was true.Not to mention anything else, just looking at Yan Qingping's attitude towards him is enough for him to be suspicious.

And his "husband"...

Fang Siming has a headache.Why did this guy suddenly become so shameless?

The window creaked open.Fang Siming didn't look back, he got used to it, and continued to pretend to read the documents.

"My husband, Siming, I'm here to see you." Yan Qingping came in shyly, "When I was shopping for vegetables today, I saw a nice house on Yangliu Street, so I bought a yard by myself, and I will live there during this period of time. Then, do you want to come and see?"

Fang Siming continued to look down at the document.

Yan Qingping didn't care that he didn't get an answer.He put down the food box on the low table beside him, and closed the window with a mechanism: "Oh, Siming, you close the window every day in summer, how stuffy it is. I will ventilate you."

Fang Siming: Hehe.

Yan Qingping looked at the office and frowned: "Why didn't you hang up the sachet I brought you yesterday? Mosquito repellent and meditation are very suitable for you."

"Did you eat breakfast today?" After inspecting around and finding no other problems, Yan Qingping returned to the low table with satisfaction, and opened the food box: "I made corn rib soup today! And your favorite fried meat Wan, if you don't eat breakfast, it will be too greasy and bad for your health."

Why is he so long-winded!Fang Siming stared, as if he wanted to stare at the document in front of him.

The aroma of meat wafted around him leisurely, showing his sense of existence.

Yan Qingping, who was very hostess, took out the dishes one by one and set them up, then walked to Fang Siming's desk by himself.

"Siming has worked hard! I'll grind ink for you." He smiled and added some water to the inkstone, rolled up the wide sleeve of his left hand with his right hand, and slowly grinded ink with his left hand.

Fang Siming finally couldn't pretend that he didn't exist.He quickly closed the file: "What are you doing here? This is the secret of my Wansheng Pavilion. What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry Siming, I won't read it. It's so boring, how can it be as good as you?" Yan Qingping stared at Fang Siming with a smile.

"... You are here, affecting my work." Fang Siming said indifferently, "You come here every day, but what did you find out?"

The smile on Yan Qingping's face remained unchanged: "Siming, you're thinking again."

Fang Siming simply turned to face him.The two stood and sat, their eyes facing each other.

"Haven't you played enough of this nasty game? If you get what you want, get out, don't think that I really can't do anything to you."

In Fang Siming's cold golden pupils, killing intent gradually surfaced.

"Look at you, it's always like this." Yan Qingping wasn't angry, as if Fang Siming's killing intent didn't exist, "I've been pursuing you sincerely for so long, and you still don't believe my sincerity."

...that's two different things!The donkey's lips are not right with the horse's mouth.

Fang Siming's forehead twitched uncontrollably: "Don't use such ridiculous excuses anymore, you and I used to be friends, I always admired you before, don't destroy your own image in my heart."

"Siming, you really have me in your heart!" Yan Qingping's eyes lit up.

Fang Siming:?Is this how you Wudang disciples focus on the key points?

"Just say it straight... Now that the Sacred Pavilion is weak, if I am not an opponent of the righteous way, it is difficult for me to protect myself. Since you don't want to kill me, and you follow me in every possible way to please me, you must have something for me."

"It is impossible for me to betray my adoptive father, and I will not give you the core information of the Holy Pavilion. Although your martial arts are amazing, if you want to use intelligence, I will definitely fight you."

"Other than that, if you have something to ask for, it should have been done by now, right? Get lost."

Yan Qingping's smile faded away bit by bit, replaced by countless seriousness.

"Siming, you are right. I want to please you in every possible way, so naturally I want something."

Fang Siming sneered.

"But I didn't get what I asked for, so how can I just leave?"

"What is it for?" Fang Siming was unhappy, and quietly clenched a hand under the desk.

"Of course it's you, the young pavilion master." Yan Qingping said seriously.

Fang Siming didn't know why, but suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of grievance and sourness.He stood up abruptly: "Don't humiliate me with this ridiculous trick again!"

"Ridiculous? Humiliation?" Yan Qingping repeated softly, "Do you think my liking for you is ridiculous? Or is my pursuit of you a humiliation?"

of course not.Fang Siming... just felt that it was impossible for Yan Qingping to really like him.And a person who doesn't like him approaches him under the guise of "like", which makes his Fang Si obvious and ridiculous.

He is an evil ghost crawling back from hell, he is filthy from the inside to the outside, no one likes it.

Let alone this person in front of him.

Wudang Gaotu, a young man who became famous, is on the right path to the future.

like him?

Ah.

"A liking that dare not possess is not a real liking at all." Yan Qingping said suddenly.This sentence was what Fang Siming once said to him.

"I like you and admire you, so I came to pursue you in order to possess you. This is my attempt." The corners of his lips curled up slightly, "What makes you feel ridiculous?"

Fang Siming looked at him, and suddenly felt that he had lost his strength.

"And why don't you want to believe my liking?" Yan Qingping tilted his head.

Fang Siming was silent.

"I am here with only one goal." The smile returned to Yan Qingping's face, "That is to have you."

"I am here, and I am willing to accept your surveillance. Your suspicions can be used by you. This is your great help. So, do you still want to drive me away?"

Fang Siming was shocked: "You?!"

"No one will treat you nicely for no reason—is that what you think?" Yan Qingping knelt down on one knee, looked up at Fang Siming, "Then I'll make a deal with you."

"I'll trade myself for you."

"Do you agree?"