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

There are some dilapidated houses on the edge of the village.

A few are already half submerged in the water, and some are standing in tatters on the land, looking like they could be blown down by a gust of wind.Although the others are also very dilapidated, they can at least shelter from the rain.

Yan Qingping suppressed the nameless irritability in his heart, and hid in every thatched cottage that looked similar.

It was also his luck that just after he came in, it started to rain heavily outside.

He stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the rain outside.

"..."

A figure shrouded in a black robe rushed towards him quickly, the torrential rain poured down, only a few raindrops fell on his robe, most of them were shaken away by the internal force of the body protector.

Yan Qingping saw the figure from afar, and subconsciously took a few steps back towards the door.

It's Fang Siming.It must have come to hide from the rain.

He landed lightly at the door of this room and stepped in. Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief and take off his wet robe, he bumped into a pair of quiet and deep black pupils when he raised his head.

"What a coincidence." Yan Qingping nodded lightly, "Your Excellency also came to shelter from the rain?"

Fang Siming subconsciously clenched his fist, then let it go quietly.

"It has nothing to do with you." Finally, he replied coldly.

Yan Qingping did not speak.He turned his head slightly, looked at this mysterious man, and the restlessness in his heart gradually calmed down.

"We...have known each other before?" He asked.

"No." Fang Siming looked indifferent and refused to look at him.

Yan Qingping slightly raised his eyebrows.

In the end he just said: "Your Excellency's clothes are wet, don't you want to deal with it?"

Fang Siming snorted softly, mobilized his internal energy, and dried his outer robe.

Yan Qingping stopped talking, just stared at him quietly.

The rain outside the house was loud, and the silence inside the house was terribly set off.The tall man lowered his head, his silver hair slipped down, and he was so beautiful for a moment.

Yan Qingping's heart missed a few beats for no reason.

In the blink of an eye, a thought came to mind.

"We knew each other before." He said firmly.

Fang Siming didn't speak.

The raindrops outside became more dense, and the dilapidated thatched hut was swaying in the rain, and the four sides of the roof had already begun to leak.The space where the two of them lived suddenly became smaller, and a strange atmosphere slowly emerged.

"We knew each other before." Yan Qingping repeated it slowly.

Fang Siming remained silent.

"Who are you to me?" Yan Qingping frowned, covered his heart, and guessed, "A bosom friend?"

"Still... lover?"

"Enough. As I said, I don't know you, not someone from you." Fang Siming took a breath, "I'm leaving."

He raised his leg and was about to walk into the rain, but Yan Qingping grabbed his sleeve quickly: "It's raining heavily outside, don't you want to take shelter from the rain?"

"Let me go." Fang Siming turned around, ready to pull back his sleeves.How could Yan Qingping let him get what he wished, so he simply grabbed his wrist with the other hand.

Both of them paused.

This action is so natural, so familiar, as if it has been performed thousands of times.

Yan Qingping finally saw Fang Siming's face clearly, and couldn't help but gasped.

"That day, in Xianyu Lane, it was you who blew up my boat?"

Fang Siming: "..."

Fang Siming sneered, turned around and left.

"Wait. At least tell me your name!" Yan Qingping panicked and rushed forward.

Fang Siming made a wrong step and avoided Yan Qingping's dog: "No need. You will know sooner or later."

Yan Qingping felt aggrieved: "Sooner or later you will know, so why don't you tell me now?"

Fang Siming didn't know how to answer him for a moment.Afraid of being entangled, he was reluctant to part with this little idiot Yan Qingping, Fang Siming simply told him: "I am Fang Siming, the young master of Wansheng Pavilion."

He stopped and turned his head to look directly at Yan Qingping who was stunned.

"You do know me, but I am not your old friend, but your worst enemy."

"How? Are you going to kill me?" Fang Siming sneered.

Yan Qingping was stunned for a while, then fell into deep thought: "Wait, let me think about it, why is the name Wansheng Pavilion so familiar?"

Fang Siming laughed angrily at him: "Are you pretending to be stupid? Are you still promising?"

Yan Qingping suddenly realized: "I remembered, Old Man Zhu's power!"

"He is my adoptive father." Fang Siming said.

"So that's how it is...so why are we enemies?" Yan Qingping asked seriously.

"You are the young hero of the righteous way, and I am the young master of the Holy Pavilion, why am I not an enemy." Fang Siming frowned.

"The young master of Wansheng Pavilion and I are enemies? What's the point?" Yan Qingping felt that this was illogical. "Isn't King Qin the greatest enemy in Jianghu? enemy?"

Oh, yes, King Qin.The situation now seems to be different from before.Fang Siming was suddenly a little embarrassed.

The two looked at each other.

Fortunately, God is helping him - the summer rain comes and goes quickly, and now it is about to stop.

"I'm leaving." Fang Siming coughed lightly and walked away.

Yan Qingping stayed where he was, tapping his mouth.

"This temper, how did I handle him before?"

The author has something to say: You will just take it for granted, I just came home this afternoon, so tired...

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