Heinous

Among Xue Zhe's friends, Gou Wenjuan was undoubtedly the one who knew him best, and also the one who was the hardest to fool.After all, he is too familiar with Xue Zhe, and under Xue Zhe's "torture" all the year round, he has developed a keen eye that can see through the cold-blooded and cruel nature at a glance no matter how warm and tender the surface is. It can be said that if Xue Zhe really wants to lie out of thin air to hide him, he will succeed. The probability is infinitely close to zero.

But this time, Gou Wenjuan really caught him off guard.He fully agreed to Xue Zhe's request of "helping to hide the truth and don't reveal it", and at the same time, he also offered to return as soon as possible to avoid causing trouble for Xue Zhe.

"But if it doesn't involve uncle, letting you go bankrupt seems to be a good choice - at least then you have to write whatever I want to see haha." Just when Xue Zhe was moved by "brother or brother" , Gou Wenjuan's words blew away all that touch.

He is like this, and Du Yuanlin is naturally more determined. He used his experience of participating in a large-scale performance of a drama club (responsible for playing a tree) when he was in school as a guarantee to express his willingness to participate in this great cosplay. Lie turned back with a few cold eyes.

It's a pity that Wuzhen will be closed tomorrow, and vehicles cannot enter or leave. Although the two are happy to leave immediately, they must stay in Wuzhen for one more day.

It's only a day, so there shouldn't be any big trouble... Xue Zhe thought with luck.

The host and guest had a great meal, and when they returned to the room, Xue Zhe was lying on the bed, feeling a little more uneasy in his heart.

Obviously everything has been arranged...

And Du Yuanlin and Gou Wenjuan didn't necessarily expect anything to happen if they stayed here. Even if something happened, the worst result would be that they discovered what kind of place this is.Xue Jihen also said before that the main responsibility for this incident lies with those responsible for the protection. The biggest fault of him and Andre was that he and Andre accidentally leaked information to those two. According to the level of punishment, it is nothing more than shutting their doors and thinking about their mistakes. .

Unless someone intends to torture Xue Zhe's mind by using Gou Wenjuan's urging tactics...

A little amusingly vetoing this unreliable idea, Xue Zhe rolled on the bed, his eyes subconsciously glanced at Unforgiveness.

They ate and drank until after nine o'clock. When they came back, Bu She had already gone to bed.

Suddenly, his heart sank.

Almost forgot, there is this time bomb here...

The more Gou Wenjuan gets in touch with Unforgiveness, the more likely he will notice the identity of Unforgiveness. Once the bomb explodes, then he himself...

But to take advantage of this, that person must first know the relationship between Bu Amnesty and him.

...Is it impossible that he has a super FANS lurking in the town?

Chilled by his own imagination, Xue Zhe closed his eyes with a wry smile.

Forget it, let's sleep first.

I hope tomorrow will be better than today - Xue Zhe prayed sincerely.

the next day.

There was a warm touch on his forehead, and then it gradually turned cold, slowly waking Xue Zhe up from his dream. He opened his eyes and blinked, not surprised to see Unforgiveness standing by the bed.

"Why did you change the method today?" Xue Zhe said lazily, taking Unforgiven's hand off his forehead.

"Someone is looking for you." Bu Huan pointed to the door.

"Who is it, it's early in the morning..." I glanced at the mobile phone next to the pillow, and found that it was only past seven o'clock.Xue Zhe slowly got up from the bed while complaining, not caring that he was still wearing pajamas, and opened the door with a yawn.

As soon as the door opened, both inside and outside the door were stunned at the same time.

"...It's you?" Xue Zhe was stunned, and searched the name of the person in front of him from his memory, "Xue Jichou...?"

After getting to know the two brothers, the one who dealt with him was his younger brother Xue Jichen, Xue Jichou barely spoke a few words to him, which made him not deeply impressed by this person.

"Young sect master." Xue Jichou nodded at him, and took out a bag behind him, "I brought your clothes."

His overly respectful attitude made Xue Zhe a little uncomfortable - it has to be said that compared with Xue Jihen's polite and relaxed way, he was more appetizing: "Thank you."

"This is what I should do." Xue Jichou said seriously.

His attitude happened to be what Xue Zhe was most afraid of, grinning quietly, Xue Zhe said, "Is there anything else?"

"The first meeting of the Martial Arts Conference starts at nine o'clock in the morning." Xue Jichou took out a schedule and handed it to Xue Zhe, "Master, have you decided who will attend?"

"This..." Xue Zhe was taken aback, "Do you have any requirements?"

"Anything you want," Xue Jichou paused, "but it's best to be someone who is related to the Demon Sect and you can trust."

"Then Xiao Amnesty will accompany me." Xue Zhe said casually.

"I understand." Hearing what he said, Xue Jichou's eyes flashed a difficult look, but it was fleeting. After lowering his head slightly, his expression returned to normal, "Please change your clothes first, I will Come and take you to the venue."

To Xue Zhe's surprise, the clothes that Xue Jichou brought to him were not ancient costumes like Andre's with wide robes and long sleeves—this made him feel relieved, after all, he had to toss about how to wear that kind of clothes for a long time.

This set of clothes looks a bit like a Tang suit, but instead of opening the buttons like ordinary Tang suits, it has a round neck and slanted lapel. The top and bottom are all pure black, and only some simple patterns are embroidered with silver thread on the collar and cuffs.

Xue Zhe was originally in good condition. Although he is an otaku, thanks to regular exercise, he still has long legs and narrow waist. It's just that he is used to wearing loose clothes, so it's hard to tell.Now that the neat clothes were on his body, his temperament immediately increased by a few percentage points.

"It fits well." Xue Zhe turned a few times in front of the mirror, and Xue Zhe was a little proud, "How is it? Are you handsome?"

"Handsome." Bushe cooperatively let Xue Zhe satisfy his vanity.

"It's a pity that he doesn't look like a good person..." Xue Zhe murmured, "The Ming Cult is also a Demon Cult, why is he dressed in white?"

"Black is better."

"Imp's aesthetics..." Xue Zhe curled his lips, "By the way, there is still your body over there, go and change it."

"it is good."

Bu She always changes clothes very quickly. After he came out, Xue Zhe glanced at him and couldn't help being taken aback.

Although the little ghost is usually dressed in black, black sportswear is not as good as this simple and neat kung fu suit.If you say that you can still look like an ordinary child who doesn't like to talk under the cover of Unforgiveness, after changing the clothes, the dangerous aura that has been restrained is revealed, which makes Xue Zhe who is used to his usual behavior a little bit do not adapt.

"...Ah Zhe?" Seeing Xue Zhe staring at him blankly, Unforgiveness called him a little suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Xue Zhe quickly recovered, "You look good in this dress."

It just made him unable to recall some dangerous things... subconsciously touched his face, Xue Zhe thought.

Xue Zhe who dared to take Unforgiveness out of the house was naturally prepared, not to mention the band-aid + hat, just in case, Xue Zhe provided Gou Wenjuan with a map of nearby mountains in advance, indicating that he could go around go around.Naturally, Gou Wenjuan would not spend his time in Wuzhen, which is interesting at first glance but not very interesting after a closer look. He took Du Yuanlin, who was unwilling but was forced by his colleagues, to embark on the mountain climbing road early in the morning. , I don't think I'll be back before noon.

With nothing to worry about, Xue Zhe walked a lot more briskly on the way to the venue, but along the way, the people he met were almost surprised when they saw his clothes, and then their behavior became complicated-some people were curious , some people sighed, and some people were unabashedly hostile.

What made Xue Zhe depressed was that the majority were hostile.However, after talking with his father and the young monk, he has already realized his identity as a public enemy. Anyway, as long as he doesn't ask for trouble, these hostile eyes can only be hostile.

What's more, even if anyone dares to come up, the Unforgiveness behind him is not a display - according to his father, a group of little dolls who have never seen blood want to win the Unforgiveness killed by real swords and guns?Even if they eat a few more years of rice, they can't do it.

What are you afraid of, you have the ability to kill me with your eyes~

Casting a provocative look at a little girl who was staring at him bitterly, Xue Zhe entered the martial arts meeting with a smile on his face.

I don't know what the people who held the martial arts congress were thinking about, but the venue of the grand "Wulin Congress" was actually arranged in the style of a "round table conference". There were 57 chairs beside a big round table, and there was another chair next to each chair. A chair should be prepared for the observers.

The chairs beside the round table were already filled with about twenty chairs, but he didn't know most of the people present, and he didn't bother to look at each of them carefully, so he found the chair of Momen and sat down.

The moment he sat down, countless needle-like gazes shot over.Xue Zhe frowned slightly, but his face remained motionless and he sat upright.

"Even if you are terrified to death, you have to support me in face." ——Before coming here, my father's admonition still rings in my ears, and Xue Zhe dare not ignore it.

Most of those gazes were quickly withdrawn, only a few were still persistently wandering around Xue Zhe, the kind of hostility that he refused to hide made Xue Zhe very unhappy, but fortunately he ignored Dafa and practiced proficiently, Although his face is still serious, his mind has already wandered into the sky.

I don't know what will happen if he asks a group of heroes to hold a round table meeting next time when he writes about the martial arts conference?

...Maybe he will be smashed to death...

In fact, thinking about it now, the hidden rivers and lakes in the city can be used as the subject of Xue Zhe's new book, but the current setting-you can't use force casually, and you can't even touch people who are not in the rivers and lakes, it can't be like this It can't be like that, a group of sect masters and sect masters can't compete with each other in the martial arts conference, but they have to sit at the table honestly and the gentleman speaks without moving...

You can't even fight, there is still a wool to watch.

"boom"

The sound of the door opening interrupted Xue Zhe's thoughts, he subconsciously looked towards the door, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

The person who entered the door was dressed in a snow-white military uniform, with white beard and hair, but his face was rosy and energetic, his eyes were open and closed, and there was a hint of radiance. The whole person looked calm and majestic, like a mountain.

What a bold old man...

Xue Zhe was secretly tongue-tied, but he couldn't prevent the old man from raising his eyes suddenly, and looked straight at Xue Zhe, his eyes were as real as piercing Xue Zhe's heart, and his body involuntarily put on a defensive posture.

"...Xue family's little doll." The old man seemed to sneer, "I can't do anything else, but the flower work passed down from my ancestors is pretty good."

Such blatant and substantive provocations made Xue Zhe stunned—he encountered a lot of hostility along the way, but the old man in front of him was the first to express it so straightforwardly.

Could it be that he is...

Turning his mind, Xue Zhe raised his head, smiled at the old man, and said politely: "Where, it can't compare to Mr. Yang's ability to scare the younger generation."